MM Racing Chapter 943 The Sea of Silver
Chapter 943 The Sea of Silver
Chapter 943 The Sea of Silver
The Eternal Terra Empire has developed to the point where every brick and tile of its civilization can be considered the most solid defense.
Under the barrage of fire, a psionic storm swept across the land, unleashing the divine authority to repeatedly ravage and savage the enemy who had invaded for the first time in ten thousand years.
Amidst the scorched earth and the ruins of buildings, an ethereal curse emanates from the smoke and dust. Under the gaze of the black peacock that struts out with its head held high, terrifying fluctuations of primal energy transform into a raging torrent, staining the foreign land with scarlet crystals, and then allowing its will to control all things in the world.
You must be very tired.
Young King, are you asking me a question?
I can see the garbage bag in your soul, governing countless rubbish like a harmonious order, but your garbage bag is patched up everywhere, so let me take care of it for now.
It really startled him, or rather, the king, whose mind was full of trash, brought him an unprecedented surprise.
Whether it's ability or ambition.
"How long has it been since I've felt this relaxed?"
The black peacock hummed softly, feeling the melody in its ears as if it were resting in a cool forest: "Even if it is a dream, a bubble, a king of trash, I will clear the obstacles on your path to becoming a monarch."
"If you want to betray, then betray. But the eternal ambition that young king pursues is a flawless dream of saving all realms equally, and it cannot tolerate any stain!"
The withered king spread its wings and tail feathers, soaring through the sky like a free bird.
Silently, a faint cracking sound rang out in the mortal world. Calamity vortexes from the abyss followed the peacock's tail, launching a general offensive against this living hell like generals and soldiers.
All the composure comes from this power. Even if the various trash cans have different intentions, as long as he stands by the King of Trash, this great cause will not suffer any setbacks!
"To be honest, if this matter weren't related to the survival of the current situation, I would really like to side with the King of Trash and kill you." Zhu Hai sighed.
"Is it really necessary?!" Tong Ji couldn't help but ask.
"If the genders were reversed, it would be like my beautiful daughter-in-law being kidnapped by a wanted criminal and then given to other men to be played with along the way by this criminal with peculiar fetishes."
"You'd better keep a close eye on your son, or I'll definitely tie him up with several otome game heroines with red thread."
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Jiang Li wanted to say that he had no intention of betraying them, because he had no idea where he was or what was going on, but he was drawn in by the juicy gossip that the older woman and man next to him were revealing.
So much so that the King of Withering only realized he was being targeted after the gossip had already begun to spread.
With all five weapons deployed, their unparalleled killing intent far surpassed that of a rock.
The magnificent flames transformed into arrows and shot out again, but before the king who had been freed from his bonds, they were quickly overwhelmed by the raging waves of calamity.
"Destruction Lord, War Lord, you traitorous villains!"
The King of Withered, in high spirits, mimicked the tone of the Minister of Justice from his memory, intending to enforce the ironclad law. However, unsure which worthless law to apply, he could only solemnly declare, "The betrayal of the King of Trash shall be washed away with the blood of sin!!!"
"Why does it feel like you're working as a dog for the King of Trash?!" Chu Hai cursed.
The endless essence of hell overflowed, shattering the surrounding space that was solidified like amber, and spreading out wave after wave like a storm.
The Withered King looked down at his struggling natural enemy and the incomplete god, and gradually lost interest.
He raised his wings, and the runes bestowed by the King of Trash appeared on his feathers.
The entire mortal realm is in turmoil, and the collective consciousness, fueled by hatred and madness, unleashes an unprecedented fury amidst the collapsing symphony.
"Let them become trash first, then submit to your command."
The barrel of order heralds the coming of its end.
"calm down."
The surging thoughts continued to rise and fall, like a storm, capable of swallowing up any souls that lingered there in an instant.
Revenge! Revenge! Revenge at all costs!
"Fuck you! I told you to calm down—!" the weasel roared, but its voice was quickly suppressed by the collective consciousness.
Malicious thoughts were everywhere. Fu Yi tried to appease the group of thoughts attached to Huai Shi by imitating the way she had seen in parallel timelines.
There are just too many.
And what exactly is this thing?
'Ah!'
Who can dwell in your tent?
Who will dwell on your holy mountain?
It seemed to be a prayer from the Old Testament Psalms, falling into the ocean of the collective subconscious mind, each syllable stirring up immense hatred.
No, it's completely hopeless.
Fu Yi staggered and dodged, glancing fearfully at the ocean of subconsciousness that resembled an apocalyptic storm. She turned around, wanting to leave, but then saw the rampaging [Light Beast] being bound by endlessly extending chains of light.
The entire civilization's psionic wells, combined with the power to devour hell, were used entirely to resist the raccoon and that chimera deity.
The Eternal Terra Empire is teetering on the brink of collapse from within, but all the individuals seem to have lost their minds, recklessly launching attacks without regard for anything else.
The power gap between the two sides is widening little by little. If internal order is restored, at least Huai Shi can try to escape.
"This is my Digimon, don't you guys even know that?!"
Fu Yi pursed her lips: "I am his master."
calm.
It's not about calming the boundless ocean of the subconscious, but about calming oneself down and initiating a transformation of intention.
That was the exclusive ability of the Silent Ones. After learning it from her parallel timeline self, Fu Yi had never used this method, which was originally only used against the Silver Sea.
After combining with a large number of subconscious thoughts to form a stable image structure, the Silver Sea is then interfered with from within.
Even for the true Silver Sea, this method could cause the Silent Ones to lose themselves, and for the rest of their lives they could only afford a VIP single bed in the convalescent ward of the Existence Hospital.
Not to mention facing such a raging, dark ocean of the mind without professional equipment.
"Stupid dog."
Before she could finish speaking, the turbid current surged forth and swallowed her whole.
In this world where matter does not exist, the hatred, despair, repression, and suffering accumulated by the nine billion citizens of the empire and throughout history pierce the soul like needles.
Even those who remain silent are as insignificant as dust in the face of this vastness.
Soon, Fu Yi's soul began to dissolve.
But she found it, she saw it.
That boy, who seemed to be fought over by countless dark hands, swallowed by countless desires, and battered by waves of malice, yet whose soul still shone with light.
"The Poem on the Locust Tree"
The boy, whose expression seemed to devour all the ferocity and rage, suddenly froze.
He turned around blankly, only to find nothing in the darkness, but at that moment, the concept of 'self' reappeared in his soul.
Scattered fragments.
All fragmented memories and thoughts will eventually settle in the deepest part of the ocean of consciousness. Perhaps only things that are as broken and indistinct as 'impressions' can reach this place.
Fu Yi looked at the group of light and shadow in front of her with a puzzled expression, and then raised her two intact paws to take a look.
“I am deeply sorry, Holy Spirit of the Hidden World.”
The figures of light and shadow had no faces, yet Fu Yi felt as if they were looking at her: "We lost our way, and in our quest for revenge against the abyss, we began to seek the power of the abyss. Our ability to regain our senses now is entirely due to your love for the guardian god."
Fu Yi was stunned for a moment, then said blankly, "This kind of old-fashioned setting isn't popular anymore."
"We have been caught in a vortex of revenge, and what has awakened us is the longing hidden in your soul, an emotion unrelated to revenge. It is simply the desire to help him, the guilt arising from your own inadequacy, and the courage born from that love." The figures of light and shadow resonated in unison.
Fu Yi really wanted to curse.
The scene and the surround sound made her not want to talk to these imperial citizens at all.
But as the murky sea of her subconscious gradually cleared, the mortal realm, riddled with cracks, also came into view.
During the recent period of administrative vacuum, the Eternal Terra Empire suffered a severe blow.
"The time for farewell has come, reclusive holy spirit. We implore you to convey our message and gratitude to the holy spirits who have protected us for countless years, as well as to the remaining deities." The figures of light and shadow bowed to Fu Yi.
Fu Yi blinked, realizing what was happening: "Where are you going?"
"Continue to carry out the final revenge."
Huai Shi is going to be ruined by you guys, why are you still so stubborn?
Fu Yi frowned, seemingly puzzled.
But then, the figures of light and shadow bowed respectfully, and beams of intense light were drawn from their bodies as if peeling away layers of silk, merging into the ocean of their subconscious minds.
"Next, we will completely abandon the power of mortal transformation and the abyss, merge with this source of mental miracles, and enter the realm of unity and selflessness."
Countless figures radiating intense light appeared before Fu Yi, closely linked like a thousand planets, stretching to the horizon beyond the horizon of time and space.
“We will never again be a burden to you and the guardian deity, for this feeling of guilt and gratitude is something that all of us throughout history have shared.”
"With these nine billion souls—"
"—Dedicated to a glorious civilization where mythology and history intertwine!"
In a daze, accompanied by the echoing of endless tides, a dazzling radiance fell into the sacred plan floating in front of Fu Yi.
What controllable permissions do you have?
Fu Yi looked up and saw a nearly endless sea of silver light, a vast expanse of primordial matter from time immemorial, the source of souls, a magnificent feat that transcends even divine miracles.
She had seen it before in another tragic timeline, as the beginning of a miracle, which also ended in tragedy.
Something called the Silver Sea was born.
boom--!
In the land ravaged by calamity, before the mighty power of the withered king could shatter everything, nor before the retaliatory attacks of natural enemies and gods could be heard.
The silvery light transformed into a magnificent pillar, soaring into the sky and enveloping the mortal world, disrupting the fierce winds and painting the endless abyss of darkness.
"This is.!?"
No longer needing gods to bear the burden, nor needing gods to burn themselves to illuminate the world, at this moment, the nine billion citizens from the Eternal Terra Empire pursued the path of ascension of the past, becoming the reflections of the gods, becoming the immortals of the Heavenly Court, replacing that vitality from the abyss, and endowing the 'soul' with all the projections of hell manifested by Huai Shi.
Just like the immortals and gods who sacrificed themselves for the continuation of all beings and were lost in the ancient cycle of reincarnation.
Learn from them, become like them, and then surpass them!
After a long period of sedimentation, the seed buried deep in the mire of the spirit finally sprouted, grew into a tree, blossomed, and bore fruit.
I will never let those who love me bear the weight of the world alone!
The weight of this world, even the revenge against the abyss, let us strive together!
At that moment, the hell dragon, bound by the chains of light, slowly regained clarity in its crimson eyes.
I really can't finish writing in one chapter, I'll write a longer one tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)