Soot City, the square in front of the Federal Building.

The old man, who had changed into a Shanghai Soul shirt, stood at the edge of the square with Qingyi, no one said anything.

One metal plate after another was transported to the center of the square and assembled into a huge cube. There were traces of welding on each metal plate, and there were a lot of strange-shaped metal skeletons that were almost invisible to the surface. That was

The Furnace Ghost activated [Burn with Me] and used itself as material to repair the wall. A total of one hundred and thirty-two Furnace Ghosts were sacrificed.

This is a monument to heroes.

Many sooty cuckoos landed on the monument, nestled peacefully in their favorite spots, and chirped sweetly. They were supposed to be fighting for their nests, but now they were living in harmony. However, the original residents of the square, the Snow Pigeon (

The half-dead bird creature unique to Youxueling, named "war dove" because it is often used for battlefield communications), still remains vigilant about the monument and does not dare to approach it.

"It will become a new landmark here." Looking at the monument, the past reappeared, as if he was making a promise to someone, and he spoke forcefully.

"Of all the kings I have seen, you should be the one who is most willing to let his subordinates sacrifice for you." Qingyi said. "Although your [Legend of Fire] is very powerful, I don't envy you at all."

"Have any of your subordinates sacrificed for you?"

Qingyi was speechless.

The past reappeared and patted Qingyi on the shoulder: "So you resisted the [soul contract], I understand. It is precisely because of unfulfilled wishes and the desire to continue living that undead creatures defied the laws of nature and were resurrected. But why,

Will there be undead creatures willing to sacrifice themselves to fulfill others? This is how I understand it: the sacrifice of the people for the king seems to be an unequal contract at first glance, but inside it is the spirit of undead creatures that continues to this day, because once this is abandoned

If there is a contract, there will no longer be anything that can establish a bond between the indifferent undead creatures, and the undead creatures will only fall into civil strife and be isolated and helpless."

He pointed at the monument and said: "They did not sacrifice for me, they sacrificed for their ideals. Their obsession was not to let themselves survive, but to rise to the patriotic level, to let the entire Snow Country Federation survive. They are no longer selfish and willing to

Serve as the fuel of the Federation and shine brightly. Not only the living will entrust their wishes to their companions, but the dead will also do so."

"You're right, I just can't accept it psychologically." Qingyi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"It seems you are not as ruthless as rumored."

"Then you must be looking at it wrong!"

Suddenly someone interrupted, and the two of them looked at each other, and saw the thaumaturge descending from the sky, surrounded by colorful ribbons, and making a grand appearance. As soon as he landed with a groan, he hugged Qingyi affectionately, and beat him with his left hand as hard as loosening the meat of a steak.

Qingyi's back: "Seeing you are okay makes me happy more than anything else!"

"Let me introduce you. This is a great god who moans without any illness and is best at escaping. This is the reappearance of the past, the undead king of the 'Snow Country', and he is also my new friend."

"Friends who are six months old are my friends!" As if reliving the past as a kindergartner who felt that the teacher was partial, she moaned innocently and quickly gave him a warm hug. "Hello, hello!"

In the blind spot of the great god's sight, the old man raised his hand and pointed at his head, his expression distorted, meaning: There is nothing wrong with his mind?

Qingyi smiled bitterly, spread his hands and shrugged: I don’t know either. For

Freeing his new friend from the awkward etiquette, he quickly asked: "By the way, you came just in time. I have a question for you. Do you think time travel is possible in "Qian Kun"?"

So I listened to what happened and concluded: "So your subordinate went back to the past and created a prop, and the prop has been passed down to the present? Time travel is not such a simple matter. Cough.

Cough! Come on, let’s sit down first!”

(As soon as he heard Wu Yi moaning and clearing his throat, Qingyi whispered: "He's going to start giving lectures. Huh? What are you doing?")

(The reappearance of the past, when he took out a pen and paper, was even more confused than Qingyi: "What for? Of course it's to take notes.")

After sitting down in his velvet high-back chair, he groaned and conjured black tea out of thin air, took a sip, and said: "Causation is absolute. It is not a matter of time, but a matter of logic. Have you heard of the syllogism?

?Major premise, minor premise, conclusion. Major premise, everything alive will die; minor premise, your subordinate named Fermat is still alive; conclusion, Fermat will die."

Qingyi was speechless. Brother, could you not use my subordinates as an example? It sounds very uncomfortable.

"Suppose Fermat made a prop in the Twilight Empire, and then sent it to you in the Snow Country after a long, long, long distance. It's normal, right. The current situation is that the prop was sent to the past. At first glance

It seems counterintuitive: How come the finished product is produced earlier than the raw materials? This is the interesting thing about time travel, it is completely logically self-consistent! The prop also spans a long, long, long distance, but this

Distance does not refer to space, it refers to time! There are causes and effects, but the order of their evolution is opposite to the flow of time!"

"The next thing is the key point: Is time travel possible in "Qian Kun"? I don't think players can do it. Tens of millions of players are in the same game environment. If one of them can go back to the past and other players can't, then these players

What should I do with the data? Go back? If you think about it carefully, you’ll know it’s not possible! There is probably a compromise, for example, giving the player a temporary single-player copy. Or, in other words, reading the player’s data and creating

An NPC that not only looks the same, but also acts very close to the person. If you master time travel, you will appear in this time in the future, and now the system will generate an NPC based on you."

Qingyi nodded. Funeral mold is like this. After killing the player, it can create an identical monster. The same is true for the carriers who are [parasitized] by alien creatures.

"But for NPCs, it is not so harsh. As long as the history has not been discovered, it can be rewritten and the 'effect' can be inserted into it! And the 'cause'... the 'cause' has already been determined! That's right.

When you knew about this in June, Fermat must have completed the 'cause', otherwise the 'effect' that reappeared in the past would not be established and cannot be logically justified! Even if you rush over to stop Fermat now, it is too late.

That’s what plot deduction is all about!”

What has Fermat been doing since he left the Twilight Empire until now?

"It's really interesting. If it weren't for the stupid fight between the melons, I would go to Fermat to study it now." He nodded approvingly at the old man who took notes, and the master put away the tea set: "Okay.

Okay, let’s get to the point. We need to make a plan to get through June~~~

go."

Now it's Qingyi's turn to take notes.

Steel City, Control Room.

The large and small screens each display different images, which correspond to the various cameras in the city. The largest main screen shows the scene of Leibniz's encounter with the giant light group.

"Are you sure?" Baobaobao asked after pressing the pause button.

Leibniz nodded: "I'm sure. Leaders have souls."

After learning that the leader had arrived, several other top researchers came here one after another (it is extremely rare for all members to gather together, the last time was five years ago to study how to deal with the "Doomsday Confrontation"), and asked the person involved to find out what happened.

, among which hundreds of treasure bags were required, the most intense reaction was that the leader actually has a soul? Don’t all alien creatures have souls?

Theseus covered his mouth and yawned, his eyes filled with tears: "What does this mean? You are the King of the Undead, and I want to hear your opinion."

"The soul is free will. Alien creatures are given instructions from the genetic level, so it is impossible for alien creatures to have souls. In other words, the leader has got rid of the genetic lock and can implement his own will."

"That doesn't make any difference. He didn't stop the 'Doomsday Confrontation' anyway." Tammaison snorted.

"Is there another possibility..." Percival, the owner of Laboratory No. 03, pondered, rubbing his lips and chin with his left hand wearing a signet ring. He received the news while attending the banquet, and received it from Chiink overnight.

The man who hurried back was wearing a luxurious ocher red palace robe and sprayed with light perfume. He wore round glasses, spoke slowly and elegantly, and looked like he was a researcher. He looked at the treasure bag and asked for advice.

Opinion: "That legend about the alien creature?"

Baobaobao's face turned very ugly: "That's nonsense."

The content of the legend is: The alien creatures are fragments of burnt ashes. The gods blow breath on them and watch them dance involuntarily, and take pleasure in it. When the gods get tired of the game, the alien creatures fall away.

Entering the bottom of the void, returning to the arms of Silens the Silent.

Regarding the "ash fragments" mentioned in the legend, the general view in the academic circles is that there is a larger consciousness body, and its spiritual imprint split into alien creatures. Baobao has always despised this unfounded view, because it has always been

There has been no discovery of this consciousness at all, and further research cannot be conducted on it.

What Percival means is: What if the leader is that consciousness? Otherwise, how to explain that other alien creatures do not have souls, but it has a soul?

Although Bai Baobao refused to admit it, he was probably beginning to waver.

If the leader is a huge consciousness and the source of alien creatures, and if his ideas are more unimaginable...can he be on an equal footing with the seven gods, or simply be the incarnation of the gods? Then the world of Qiankun must re-evaluate the leader.

Strength. What will happen if this hypothesis is spread? Will the whole world fall into despair? That's why Baibaobao denounces it as "nonsense."

"Then I'll try to pry open their mouths and see if there are any clues in their myths and legends."
Chapter completed!