Above the vast number of stars.

Ji Chang'an walked alone, walking in the chaotic sea.

In his memory, "they" had already known the existence of the Chaos Sea, but this was "they"'s first visit.

The infinite universe is born and destroyed like a bubble in the chaotic ocean. Every second is a new universe, and every second is a broken universe towards nirvana.

Only Yuanchu is qualified to barely walk in the sea of ​​chaos, explore the endless universe, and obtain the resources for transformation from it, so as to one day surpass the way of heaven.

Among them, some people advocate equal transactions, but cause and effect are not added; some people like to plunder from all directions, but they don’t care whether they are cause and effect or not. If they fall in love with them, they will be able to beat them. That is, those who are good at heaven and earth have virtues. Some people pay attention to the word "responsibility" and "responsibility" come. Whether they seek or give, they are in accordance with the laws of heaven...

All these.

This forms the various appearances of the Chaos Sea.

The main theme of this Chaos Sea is ultimately "to follow the laws of nature" and mainly plunder.

The strong prey on the weak is natural, realistic and cruel.

Ethnic groups and ethnic groups, countries and countries, planets and planets, galaxies and galaxies, universe and universe...

It seems that only invasion is the eternal topic.

For the primitives who mainly focus on plunder, the real difficulty lies in how to break the boundary wall of a universe. Only by breaking the boundary wall can you enter it and plunder everything.

In their eyes, the materials they cherish are not only treasures of heaven and earth, but also endless creatures.

The former Yuan Chu who was slapped to death by him was one of them.

In Ji Changan's memory, the problems that Roland Nogorman cares about actually always exist and will never disappear.

So they never intervened, they just expressed their attitude on key issues.

And Roland clearly understood this.

So he never thought of overturning this issue completely, he just wanted to make the world a little better.

The key, or the source, lies in the four of them standing at the top of the starry sky in the universe.

They appreciate and even admire Roland's choice.

It is precisely because of this that when facing Roland, who chose to choose the way, they did not refuse his request.

In the face of Roland's question, they also handed over their own answers.

It is also the future path!

On a river belt outlined by stars, Ji Chang'an slowly stopped and was silent.

Constantine chose the Jedi Tiantong to prevent the gods from living with all spirits, and did the most direct and straightforward.

Shang Xizhu chose to replace the heart of heaven with his own heart, sacrifice the freedom of the gods in exchange for the freedom of all spirits and sentient beings. He led by the leader, and his beads and jade were ahead, how dare he not accompany him?

However, Sylvia chose the most difficult path to equality, which is almost impossible to see.

As for myself...

Ji Changan looked down and saw all kinds of sentient beings and all kinds of spirits.

They have always been the last bottom line of this world.

...

...

Some transcendents have described this world as a vast and unstoppable river, whether it is fate or time.

And life is like a drop of water, falling into a stream, engaging in the river, and finally integrating into this rushing river.

Whether it is time or destiny, it is not something that ordinary people can interfere.

They flow along the established river channel, never deviating from their trajectory, just like the last defender in this world.

But there is never a shortage of surprises in this world.

June 21, 2000 at 4:56 pm.

A piece of chalk flew over the heads of six students and landed on the sleeping boy with incredibly amazing accuracy.

"Wei Ning, come up and do this set of questions, you can't do it, the whole class will accompany you here, and then finish school!"

The math teacher pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at the boy with a confused look on his face.

A small sensation suddenly came from the teacher.

Wei Ning raised his head, his eyes were confused and confused, and then slowly focused and solidified on the blackboard on the podium.

The sunlight near twilight outside the window is still bright and bright, covering half of the classroom.

The boy wearing a fat blue and white school uniform and standing up in the golden sunshine was still immersed in disbelief.

The old classroom, the familiar podium, the white walls full of scratches and graffiti, and the swaying old fans...

Everything in front of him was so familiar, so familiar that it made him cry.

He turned his head and saw his still young face from the glass window beside him.

This is...

A gift from destiny?

The students who were eagerly waiting for the last school but were restless because of the teacher's words were suddenly stunned.

The boy who always sat by the window, stood up a book, and hid himself in the book and slept with secret sleep, burst into tears at this moment, staring at them blankly and excitedly.

It's like...

A psychopath?

...

The climate in late June has already smelled of hot summer.

The sun was still hanging high in the sky at five o'clock, and the leaves above were rustling by the hot wind, and the heat waves rolled.

Wei Ning stood in the crowded crowd, which was the passage in front of the school gate. A large number of people rushed out of the school, and people kept passing by him, which made the still Wei Ning feel out of place, just like a stone in a torrential flow.

He blinked, feeling the fireworks surging in the air, and still felt a little unreal.

He looked down at his hands, which were a circle smaller than before, and were even white and tender, without a trace of scars.

Well, my skin is so white now!

Wei Ning couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

How do you say that sentence?

May you run away for half your life and be a teenager when you return!

The boy who returned from the ruins three hundred years later looked up and showed his green face that seemed to be crying and laughing, and strode into the crowd.

Following the familiar road, Wei Ning walked back to his former home with a nervous mood.

During this period, my parents were still there, both employees of Yuanning Group, and the family of three lived in a commercial house raised by the unit.

When the catastrophe of Nirvana broke out, everyone in the entire community was instantly swallowed by the turbulent flow of time and space, leaving only an empty wreckage.

This also includes Wei Ning's parents.

The sound of spatulas collided from time to time in the corridor with poor sound insulation, and the tempting aroma of food permeates the corridor.

"Gugugugu—"

Wei Ning, who was sobbing in his stomach by the smell of food, slapped his face suddenly.

He took a deep breath, stood in front of the 302 gate, staring at the door handle.

He didn't know how to open the door, and he didn't know that everything behind the door would make him in heaven or fall into hell again.

Wei Ning suddenly reached out and opened the door and rushed in, shouting loudly as if he had done countless times in his dreams:

"Mom, I'm back!"

The air inside the house was filled with the rich aroma of pork rib soup.

The gentle man wearing glasses put down the newspaper, looked at the boy standing at the door, and wondered:

"What's wrong with you kid today? I failed the exam? Is it starting to please your mom?"

The woman leaned out of the kitchen room glared at the man on the sofa in anger, turned her head and looked at her cub with a smile.

"Why are you going to eat a street stall so late today? Eat less! Today, Mom made you bone soup, drink more soup later, and grow more!"

Wei Ning looked at the face that was nearly forty years old and was a little fat, and looked older than his peers because of hard work. His eyes turned slightly red, and then nodded vigorously.

"It's time to eat!"

With a shout, the aroma of bone soup in the air became stronger and stronger.

The man on the sofa put down the newspaper, rubbed his hands and walked to the dining table with a smile, but was knocked off by the woman who served the soup with chopsticks and tried to taste it with a big bone. Finally, he was rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands in disappointment.

Wei Ning sat at the table, looking at the extremely warm scene in front of him, drinking the salty and moderately salty bone soup in the bowl, tears rolled down in a dripping manner.

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To be continued...