Chapter 1592 Desire

Cheering, applauding, shouting, roaring.

In the crumbling palace of disorder, murderous intent and blessing, anger and joy, death and rebirth...

In the entire area closed by the door of the Existence Court, countless elements and materials were thrown into the cauldron of chaos one by one, gradually boiling.

When the last ray of blood flew, fell from the air, and landed on the flute player's smiling face that gradually lost its warmth, the dissolution began.

Everything is quickly dissipating into nothingness.

Everything that is tangible turns to silt, and everything that is intangible is unsustainable.

Using the most elite existence in the world as a catalyst, this overture is endlessly circulated until the atmosphere reaches its climax.

Now, the final sacrifice has finally arrived!

With the help of the present situation, the flute player walked up to the altar step by step, ushering in the end with tears in his eyes.

Hysterical laughter echoed in this locked cage, promoting destruction and collapse, but paying no attention to those irrelevant people who had lost their use value.

Just accelerate crazily until everything is swallowed up!

Four hundred and eleven reincarnations, four hundred and eleven deaths, four hundred and eleven complete destructions of things... Just like a spring compressed to the limit, a chemical reaction on the verge of reaching its limit, what is triggered is unprecedented. disaster.

From reality, cracks have been dug that have never existed before!

A wound like a black hole.

Unfold slowly.

From the Cube of Stone...Beyond! .

"what happened!"

Yegor roared angrily and asked the Survival Institute: "What happened? Why is this situation happening?!"

Since being hit by the successive changes, the new director of the command bureau, who is known for his astonishing magnanimity, has become extremely angry. But at this moment, how could it not be filled with anger?

In a battle where the survival of the current situation was at stake, such an accident occurred at such a critical time.

When the existence of the entire world, the lives and deaths of more than six billion people, the achievements of the entire world, and even the hard work of all generations of astronomical societies are all going to be destroyed, who can remain indifferent?

"To confirm unknown changes and the distortion of reality caused by large-scale events and disasters..."

The electronic voice of Dean 002 came: "To put it bluntly, on top of the 'reality' that includes space, time, and everything that happens, the flute player deliberately uses his own death and fate as a knot. created a hole.

This is a sacrifice, Director Yegor, we are missing the point. "

"Can't even the gate of the Survival Institute seal off the interior?" Yegor couldn't believe it.

"The Gate of the Survival Institute has never failed to live up to its mission. We have indeed blocked everything that happened inside. Because of this, more than four hundred reincarnations have accumulated and overlapped, and indirectly become the accomplice of the flute player."

Even until now, Dean 002's voice has not changed at all: "From the beginning, what he wanted was this result.

We are his guided guests, dancing on his stage, as his pawns, helping him complete the prelude to the sacrifice.

Now, the sacrifice has begun, Director Yegor. The ‘sacrifice’ is no longer important, what is really important is the [god] who receives the ‘sacrifice’——”

Now, with the words, between the current situation and the Mother of Stone, the endless scarlet threads, the shackles created by fate, suddenly danced in the depth.

Weaving and reorganizing again, extending along the established changes in the past, one after another, entangled in the crack in reality like a black hole.

It's like a gorgeous and solemn altar.

Hold up the throne of the gods!

"late."

On top of the Heavenly Prison Fortress, Xuanniao closed his eyes tiredly and couldn't bear to look any more.

In the dark depths of the void, countless stars of destiny change their orbits, just like the waves of destiny converging, finally showing their final direction...

——That cracked sun disc that is gradually extinguishing!

Darkness is like blood, dripping from the sun, flooding the earth. It rose again and disappeared into the gradually unfolding cracks in reality.

Like a giant eye standing between heaven and earth.

This is the real point!

The core that holds the infinite shackles of fate between the present state and the Mother of Stone is not the piper.

He is just an agent standing in front of the stage, a guise used to attract attention. The real core of destruction was right under the nose of Xingjing from beginning to end.

Huai poetry!

"The starting point of the combat plan was wrong from the beginning, Mr. Yegor."

Dean 002 said: "The prerequisite for the establishment of any struggle is that both parties strive for victory together. When one party does not care about the final result, the remaining party will also have no possibility of reaching the end."

He said: "The flute player doesn't care about his own life or death, nor does he care about what he will lose.

He doesn't even want to win. "

Now, there is no way to interfere with what is about to happen.

First, the military power of the abyss forced the current situation to mobilize every bit of power it could mobilize, and went all out to isolate most interference.

Then he used himself as bait to attract most of the high-level combat forces in the current situation, and shackled them together with him inside the Stone Cube.

Finally, through the destruction of events, the current situation was guided to use the Rainbow Bridge, locking its own time and isolating all interference, whether internal or external, making it impossible to transmit time.

Now, when the rift in reality appears, the Stone Cube, which is frozen from the outside, can no longer be opened in any way.

No one can stop the plan from running...

Yegor closed his eyes, suppressing his anger and uneasiness.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

"Whatever we want to do, we'll find out soon."

Dean 002 replied: "If there is still time to save it..."

Along with his words, the crack in reality like a black hole expanded again, along with the scarlet shackles all over the sky, covering the entire battlefield!

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Snapped!

In the stone pulp hall, the colander fell to the ground.

At the door of the kitchen, Uncle Fang lowered his head blankly, looking at the fallen spoon, trying to pick it up, but no matter how many times he tried, his palm passed through the material like a phantom.

Then, he discovered that his body was gradually becoming transparent.

Around him, the gorgeous and huge stone pulp hall seemed to be ushered in an invisible storm. The cracks cracked, countless cracks spread from the walls, the windows were broken, the luster was dim, and they were quickly covered with dust.

It's like the ghost house has returned to its original state...

Unsustainable.

"Miss Tongji, if this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on anymore." Uncle Fang sighed helplessly and looked towards the living room: "Can't you think of something?"

"As the first victim, there's nothing I can do, Lao Fang."

On the sofa, Tongji, who was the first to become transparent, spread her hands helplessly, trying to pick up the potato chips on the table, but she couldn't even maintain this final intervention.

"The fate has been changed," she said.

To be precise, what is being replaced at this moment is 'everything that happened in the past'.

She had foreseen it since the day Bai Dizi's phantom appeared, and as the phantom gradually became real, everything that was originally real became gradually illusory...

The premise for the existence of things has been changed.

Two distinct possibilities are undergoing a gradual replacement.

Just as she once said to Balder on Helios - when two completely different destinies conflict, there will only be one consequence.

A weaker destiny will be overshadowed by a stronger destiny.

The existence named Tong Ji gradually disappeared into nothingness, including everything she brought and changed...

"Is there no way to stop it?" Uncle Fang asked nervously.

"It's too late."

Tong Ji shook her head: "When the 'symptoms' appeared, the lesions had already penetrated deep into the bone marrow. No matter what I did, there was no way to undo it. It would only expose more weaknesses in vain.

Besides, strictly speaking, I am the one who tampered with the plot..."

She thought for a moment and nodded clearly: "I'm afraid, from the beginning, that guy was targeting me, right?

It doesn't matter even if he doesn't know who I am. If the foundation of my existence is completely wiped out, I won't be able to interfere with him in any way. "

For this reason, even if it is necessary to carry out large-scale destruction of events at any cost, forcibly distort reality, revise destiny, and use this to cut and cover the world.

It was as if the previously written plot of a book was suddenly and roughly cut out and replaced with another appearance that had never happened.

In the end, it will produce the evil consequences you desire.

The desperate believers worshiped at all costs the outcome that would not respond to themselves, so fanatically and foolishly made unrealistic wishes to meet the destruction that had already been broken.

So crazy.

No, if the perspective is transcended from the flute player and overlooks the overall situation...

"Perhaps this is the original reality's counterattack against me."

She held her chin and fell into deep thought: "Is this the inertia of fate? The possibilities of being modified and erased have not completely disappeared, and they still exist.

Therefore, when reality diverges, the law of fate tries to put everything back on track... So it's not just against Huai Shi, but also against me. "

She suddenly realized: "I almost understand."

"I don't understand at all."

Uncle Fang sighed, helpless: "Can you please explain it in a simpler and faster way?"

"Well, in a nutshell, there's nothing I can do about it."

Tong Ji tilted her head and blinked cutely, trying to dilute the serious atmosphere: "This is not something I can stop, Lao Fang, from the beginning, the focus was not on me -"

"Where is that?" Uncle Fang was puzzled.

"Of course he is the one who will make the choice."

Tong Ji turned back and looked out the window, looking at the scorching sun that was gradually covered with shadow. After a long time, she sighed with relief: "Is it Taiyi or the scorching sun of the abyss, Huaishi?"

She said: "It's up to you to choose."

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Snapped!

When the same cracking sound resounded through the sky, the Phoenix Sword, nailed between infinite fates, finally fell apart. The fate of being freed from the shackles flows again, leading to the determined destruction.

Destinies converge, and the phantom light of countless stars sinks into the cracks of reality like a tide...

And in that void, only the unconscious Dongjun was suspended between the incomplete sun wheels.

In the deepest part of the soul, the last light finally ran out, and the door of nothingness silently collapsed... The frenzy that was blocked behind the door burst out!

At that moment, darkness was like light, rising from the sun and spreading.

All over!

Like the dark sun, it gradually grows and completes from the abyss!

This is the container for the great ending.

In a trance where her soul seemed to be returning to nothingness, Huai Shi opened her eyes with difficulty, but could not see anything clearly.

Only the familiar outline gradually emerged from the hallucination, staring at his face feverishly.

As if, the wish finally came true.

"Ah, Huai Shi, long time no see."

The ghost named the Flutist smiled and looked at him, as if a believer who had traveled the path of suffering finally arrived at the temple, and came to see him devoutly:

"I will dedicate all of this to you, wash away all the troubles for you, and hope that you will return to your original appearance——"

The flute player bent down and bowed solemnly, offering all his piety to the altar in front of him.

Laughing and praising.

At that moment, at the end of the scarlet line that filled the sky, endless blood and disaster followed the shackles of fate, flowing out from the body of the Mother of Stone, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

Submerged in the broken sun.

As if baptizing the destruction that is about to be born, endless fertilization fills the container of disaster.

In the entanglement of countless scarlet fates, Huai Shi had completely lost consciousness. She just instinctively raised her head, her empty eyes trembling.

Never looked at the present.

Instead, it fell into the past.

What could never happen...the past.

It's like seeing the place where the scorching sun rises from the abyss.

In the Dean's Office of the Continuity Institute, when the hysterical typewriter fell into complete silence, it collapsed, the keys fell off the keyboard one by one, and the springs and steel sheets fell out of the cracked casing.

There was nothing on the last remaining piece of white paper.

Only the last ink leaked from the center of the axis and slid down the page, gradually outlining circular traces...

Like a dark sun disk.

So ferocious.

On the calendar LCD screen, the final change ushered in:

[Success rate: 0%]

"Name?"

In the daze of high fever, Huai Shi curled up on the sofa and heard the strange voice again.

It was like, suddenly returning to the source of everything.

A place that really opens up.

He opened his eyes and saw the visitor who came to visit in the quiet and decadent stone pulp hall.

I don't know where he comes from, but he looks like a mature social person, with a friendly smile, so kind. Holding an ancient-looking book in his hand, he was looking at him, waiting for his answer.

Until the child on the sofa replied hoarsely: "Huaishi."

"What's your age?" the man asked.

"Eight years old."

"gender?"

"male."

"Well, that's it. Thank you for your cooperation, little Huaishi." The man who called himself the president nodded, as if he had really done something extraordinary, smiling gratefully.

Huai Shi couldn't help but turn her head away and murmured in a low voice: "Does it make sense to ask these things?"

"Of course, this is a necessary process, equivalent to the soul certification step, but it is too far to say this..."

The president shook his head and refused to continue.

When the smile disappeared, the serious look was unsettling, so solemn.

In his hands, the ancient classics unfolded, and a blank page rose up like a living thing, floating between the two of them, showing a gleaming light.

Even after confirming several times in advance, the president still asked again: "So, are you sure you want to sign the contract, Huai Shi?"

"Um."

Huai Shi raised her hand, wanting to reach out to the page calling her.

But before that, I heard the words from the president.

"Have you really decided, Huaishi?"

The president raised his hand, held his wrist, stared into his eyes, and solemnly warned: "The so-called miracle is something that must be exchanged for disaster."

He said: "Once you pick up this thing, your destiny will be destined to go astray, and you may not be happy again in your life.

Huai Shi was silent and looked at him.

Suffering from high fever and illness, the child was full of doubts and confusion, "But if I don't take it, I won't be happy, right?"

"..."

The president was silent, with the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.

After a long time, he let go of his hand.

Just like this, looking at him, holding the blank page recording his own destiny in his hands.

"Huai Shi, under my witness, at this moment, you enter into a contract with the Kingdom of Heaven."

He said: "Make your wish, and then prepare to pay the price with your whole life."

On the shabby sofa, the child in the dust lowered his head and looked at the page waiting to be written in his hand, as if hesitating, and finally mustered up the courage.

"I...I want my parents back..."

He pleaded softly: "I miss them, I really do."

In the silence, the president didn't speak, just looked into his eyes.

Eyes of compassion.

Until he withdrew his gaze in despair.

"Why, can't it be realized? I knew..."

He lowered his head: "Thank you for taking the time to come here and chat with me. No one has come to see me for a long time. No matter what you want, you can just take it, it doesn't matter."

I just...want to talk to someone, thank you. "

"No, I'm not lying to you, Huai Shi."

The president reached out and stroked his hair, so gently: "Your wish has come true. Silence a few dozen numbers and then open your eyes."

He concluded with a promise: "You will receive everything you call for."

That palm was slowly withdrawn.

In the silence, Huai Shi closed her eyes and counted silently, feeling the dust falling on her face bit by bit, until the final countdown came to an end.

He opened his eyes again.

The man sitting across the table had disappeared, along with all traces of him, as if they were hallucinations, nothing more than a dream between high fevers.

Never existed.

But in the silence, there were two faint footsteps, approaching quickly and pushing open the door of the hall.

So familiar.

He climbed up from the sofa in disbelief, raised his head, staggered to his feet, and ran towards the door.

Finally, I saw a figure who seemed to be returning after a long journey.

Again, they were looking at him.

"Mother……"

He couldn't hold back the tears anymore and opened his hands, wanting to hug.

Then, everything went dark.

The sound of slaps seemed to come next, followed by impatient curses.

"Don't you take medicine when you have a fever? What phone call? Didn't I give you the money? How unlucky! Also, why is the house such a mess... Where are my things? Where are all my paintings? Already?"

The voice became sharper and angrier, "It's gone! Where did you put my watch? Huai Shi, speak! Are you mute!"

Huaijun, are you dead? Look at your son and say a few words! "

"I haven't reacted yet, do you blame me? You gave birth to a child yourself, can't you take care of it yourself!"

An irritated voice sounded: "I just bought a pack of cigarettes, and something happened to my visa. What did you do? If it weren't for you, would we still have to come back?"

"Ha, you're blaming me now? That's amazing. Why didn't I see you being so tough-talking back then? Go fuck them and show off your power to me?!"

There was the sound of something being thrown.

It was mixed with quarrels and threats, and then, just like countless times before, it turned into hysterical screaming and fighting, crying and roaring.

"Stop making noise."

Huai Shi stood there, looking blankly at the two struggling figures, and murmured dully: "Don't argue anymore."

No one responded.

It was as if what was standing there was just a broken table, a chair, and a blanket.

Don't even want to take a look.

Even though he shouted, howled, and begged, he still ignored him.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to listen to those sharp voices anymore, and prayed with choked sobs.

Enough is enough.

Please, stop...

Obviously the wish has ended, but happiness has not yet arrived.

Only dust trembled from the dim light, falling slowly and landing on his hair.

Once again, bury him.