"The word tradition has been given a different color in the language of any living being. Even a vicious neighbor like Sla Toad, who believes in the way of chaos, has a solemn and solemn power that accompanies the puff of his lips when he mentions the word tradition.

And I, as a Ghiss, am not a Ghiss Yankee, nor Gis Zelé, so what kind of tradition should I follow as a Gies?

The history of the birth of our race is well known to the world, and the slaves captured by the psionic tyrants and slave traders and brought into the astral realm to survive have evolved into the Giss with psionic talents and better adapted to the life of the astral realm after several generations.

Empress Guise was the great hero who led her people to freedom, hence the name of our people. But the other hero, Jersey Morn, who also shined in the feat of rebellion that symbolized the birth of the Guise, disagreed with the path that the Empress would later choose for our people—a path similar to that practiced by the spirit-absorbing monsters who had previously enslaved the Guise.

The words "Gisyankee" and "Giszele" are like a chasm, separating the original Gise people. Disagreements over their future paths shatter the natural bonds of family, friends, partners, fathers and sons.

From the very beginning of my life as a Giss Yankee, I was instilled with a hatred for a close relative like Gizelle, who survived in the sea of chaos. Thankfully, with the help of the Spirit-Suckering Monster, the Giszele can't take the top spot at the top of the Gisyankees' hatred rankings.

My coming-of-age ceremony is to hunt a soul-absorbing monster on my own, and in doing so, to advance to the Giss Yankee Knight who is qualified to hold the Silver Blade. But it was this operation that made me completely suspicious of the fragmented traditions of the Guise people.

I've been training for that hunt for more than a decade, and I should have easily inserted the weapon in my hand into the octopus-like face of the Spirit Sucker without any sluggishness. But who would have thought that my prey was not an ordinary spirit absorbing monster, but also an arcane with extremely superb spell-casting ability! And that hunt was precisely lacking a plan to deal with this situation, and as soon as I attacked, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed, and I was barely able to make any effective resistance, and I became a prisoner as a reserve knight at that time.

Because of the racial talent of the Guise, I did not become a slave who had been seized of my own will by the Psics and turned into a slave who would only obey the orders of his "master" - this sobriety brought me even more humiliation. The days when I was restricted by the strange use of magic and could only wait helplessly to become his snack or be forcibly turned into a slave were the few times in my life when I was truly filled with the emotion of fear.

The one who rescued me from the abyss of fear was a Monk Zes, a monk on the mission of the Order, who had come from the monastery in the Sea of Chaos and dealt with an enemy I could not deal with with with any time. While behind bars, I happened to witness the attack, and because of this, I began to doubt the traditional Giss Yankee education about the depictions of these close relatives as weak and cowardly.

When I look back on my thoughts at that time, I often feel ashamed of how superficial the values of judging individuals and even racial superiority and inferiority were by external objects.

As a kind of object, the mind is the form, and only by seeing the nature of the mind and seeing that the five aggregates are empty, can we achieve the inner and outer self-sufficient spiritual will. This was the first lesson I was taught by the teacher who taught me the Way of Jersey Morn, and he was Brother Zess who had killed the Psiphuck Arcanist and set me free in captivity.

I've always been complacent about new things, and I've always been able to understand every word of the Giszele psionic master's teachings with unmistakable accuracy, as I learned to master order with my mind in the midst of the Chaos Sea.

But it also made me feel a little more confused, and whenever I used psychic abilities, I couldn't help but think of the traditional training I received before I aspired to become a Gisyankee Knight. Holding the silver blade in my hand, this weapon did not refuse my use, and I also benefited greatly from the spiritual energy in my heart, and the philosophy of the Gizelle people. It's not because I'm so talented. In fact, I don't even have any talent for learning faster.

As I thought about it, I became more and more convinced that the unity of the two in me was a microcosm: the Gisyankees and the Giszelle were fundamentally the same race. It's just that we all choose to accept our own narrow traditions, which creates a gap. When I told the teacher all about my opinion, he laughed with relief, and for a moment he seemed to be a naughty child. I later learned that he had held the same view a long time ago, and that was why he had passed on his life's knowledge after saving me from the psisuck arcane.

To this day, I still vividly remember the words of the teacher after laughing wildly that day: "Virtue is not lonely, there must be neighbors, and my way is not lonely." Thou knowest it, and thou shalt practice it. "It was from that day that my life was given a new meaning – to sweep away the narrow traditions and unite the people of Guise again.

I bid farewell to my teacher from the monastery of the Sea of Chaos and began to practice the path of my heart. During my days wandering through the astral plane, I began to use words to persuade every Gisyankee and Giszele I met to believe what I believed in, but to no avail. With the silver blade in my hand, most Giss Yankees will revere me as a Gisyankee knight, and with my magical psionic powers, most Giszele people will respectfully call me the alien Zess Friar. But most of the time they laughed at the path I believed in as gibberish, and a few of them even sneered at me.

Of course, I won't be discouraged by that. Again, the teacher's teachings work – losers always change goals but stick to one method, and winners always change methods but stick to one goal. So I came up with a new approach, and if I succeeded, I would be able to achieve my goal once and for all.

Order and chaos are the basic rules of the multiverse, and everything is a manifestation of these two rules. The division of the Guise is the embodiment of chaos, and the path that I firmly believe in is the correction of chaos by order.

As for how to use order to correct chaos, I thought about challenging the current Giss Yankee leader, the undead Empress Villakis. But the idea was abandoned at the moment he landed on his starship, not out of cowardly cringe.

But it occurred to me that even if I had killed the Empress, not to mention whether such an act would have aroused greater indignation among the Giss Yankees, more hatred of the Gizelles, and even if I had sat on her throne and promulgated that all the Gissykees would follow the path I believed in, how would the traditions of the Gizelles be broken?

The same level of order cannot correct the same level of chaos, only a higher level of order is possible. This enlightenment-like epiphany made me put away the idea of "persuasion" with the sword, and I began to look for "higher order" instead. Fortunately, the creatures that survive in the astral plane are not at risk of aging and dying, and I have been searching for this for nearly a thousand years. Although the process was complicated, I finally found what I was looking for.

There is often the ultimate order in the midst of the ultimate chaos, and the same is true of the "higher order" I am looking for, which is hidden in the pure chaos of the multiverse, the Sea of Chaos.

A long time ago, the Machizona Dominator Singularity, who believed in the way of absolute order, created a boulder with complex geometric shapes, and threw it into the Sea of Chaos after infusing it with the power of the rules of order. The being believed that the monolith, which had the ability to absorb energy to grow on its own, could effectively contain and prevent the Sea of Chaos from spreading the power of violent chaos to other planes. He did succeed at this point, and it was because of the existence of the Singularity Stone that my fellow Giszele could thrive in the Sea of Chaos.

It's just that what the Singularity Juggernaut didn't expect was that his creation had a huge side effect after absorbing a large amount of chaotic power. Out of the unscrupulous chaotic power of the surface of the Singularity Stone was born a terrifying monster known as the Sla Toad, a creature with a terrifying way of reproduction and an ugly appearance that is not only the great enemy of the Giszelle who also live in the Chaos Sea, but also a serious obstacle to my search for a "higher order".

In their language, the "Singularity Stone" should be called the "Pebblestone". The spell fluctuations that come with the pebble stone cause each native Sila Toad to grow a gem the size of a human child's fist in the brain, which is called the "Heart of the Sila Toad". Even if a toad is not born from a pebblestone, as long as it comes into contact with a pebblestone, it will use this as an opportunity to form a new Slar Toad heart in the brain. Other creatures can summon the heart of the toad by spelling it, and in doing so, subdue the toad.

A single Heart of the Sila Toad can control a Sila Toad, so if someone masters the Singularity Stone, even a small piece of it will probably have a serious impact on their race. Therefore, every creature that tries to approach the Singularity Stone will be besieged by all the Sla Toads. Even if I am as noble as a god, I will be treated like this, not to mention that I am only a Giesian.

However, as all who practice the path of psionic energy knows, with the blessing of absolute conviction, the power of psionic energy becomes invincible. When a person is steadfast in his efforts towards a goal, the whole world will make way for it. After killing an unknown number of Slar Toads, I finally succeeded in slicing a small piece of Singularity Stone with a silver blade......"

"And then?"

As soon as Quest regained a glimmer of consciousness from passive evolution, he was surprised to find that there was a voice in his head that kept telling him something. He was originally very frightened, and wanted to concentrate on driving this foreign "uninvited guest" away from his consciousness. But after all kinds of attempts, the young blue dragon is like a "ghost press", and he is powerless. Later, perhaps because of his love of listening to books when he was a child in his previous life, Quest slowly immersed himself in the magnificent scene described by this voice. The experience of being tortured by "please listen to the next breakdown" made him involuntarily ask questions to this voice that can be called a sage of the Guise people.

The Giesian sage's voice paused, and then replied, "Look at me the way I am, you naturally know that I have failed. Although I have found a higher level of order, I have no way to activate the rules of extreme order contained in the fragments of the cut Singularity Stone. It once allowed me to crisscross the astral boundary, kill all the enemies, and defeat the hero's psionic power, and I couldn't bear it in the slightest. In addition, in order to cut through this fragment, I inevitably came into contact with the extremely dense chaotic power of the surface of the boulder. As a mortal, I quickly went to my death, and finally had to return to my hometown where I was buried by my people with disillusioned hopes......"

"And just now, the shard of the Singularity Stone on your silver blade happened to sense the essence blood from the dragon god, so it was automatically adsorbed and some rule seals were unlocked, so that your obsession could be recreated?"

"Perhaps, but I don't know if the path I believe in will still be practiced after I die?"

Quest did not have an accurate answer to this question, nor did he want to inform the cruel speculation in his heart about the sage of the Guise people who had spent his life pursuing his ideals.

"It's okay, I've got the answer from your hesitation. It's just that I already sense that the power of the Singularity Stone is waning, and I want to ask you if you agree with my belief that there is only one Gise. ”

Faced with the last words of such a venerable person, Quest naturally did not want to let him disappear with disappointment, so the young blue dragon replied in a deep voice in his consciousness: "From your description and the knowledge I have, I am willing to believe this point of view you have put forward. And if someone asks me this question in the future, I will answer with your words. ”

As soon as the young blue dragon finished answering these words, the silver blade inlaid with the shards of the Singularity Stone suddenly released a dazzling light from the outside of its body, which it could not see at the moment. The sword turned into a rainbow of mercury, piercing through the barrier between the rubble and the soil that covered it, and sinking straight into the body of the dragon.

The chaotic force field that had escaped from his body after entering the passive evolution process due to the devouring of the Primal Power Dragon scales had been torn open by this beam of brilliance forged by the purest of faith.

In the sea of consciousness of Quis, a great deal of knowledge about the use and manipulation of the Silverblade weapon by psionic energy was instantly poured in. The young blue dragon could feel that the huge but complicated spiritual will that originally belonged to the giant dragon was gradually compressed and condensed as if it was being held tightly by a firm and powerful giant hand.

"Virtue is not lonely, there must be neighbors, and my way is not lonely, and I am not lonely, and I ......"

It was the last thing Quiss heard in his consciousness.

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