The white clone frowned and breathed heavily. The more she thought about it, the more out of breath she felt. Even though she technically no longer needed oxygen to survive, she still felt a sense of suffocation gradually surrounding her chest.
At the same time, dense cracks spread across the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs and trunk... all over the body, and wisps of white light spread from them, as if something was eager to get out.
A sudden change occurred. Luo Hou's expression moved slightly. He stopped the particle he was about to launch and carefully observed the white clone. After a while, he seemed to understand something. He slightly opened his mouth and showed a satisfied smile.
"Divinity..."
"You say no with your mouth, but your subconscious is honest?"
With a flick of his wrist, the particles dissipated. Luo Hou slowly floated down from the sky and landed not far from the white clone. At the same time, the particle hovering around the periphery of the moon was rotating at super-light speed and used to tear apart time and space. It also quickly stopped.
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In the dark depths of the universe, the white light gathered more and more, gradually evolving into a ball of light, and the white clone loomed in it. Her face was ferocious, and her facial features were twisted, as if she was suffering from extreme pain, as if she was about to burst in the next second.
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Luo Hou stared at the white clone for a while, with some emotion and some relief on his face. This kind of fierce confrontation between humanity and divinity was something he had not seen much in his experience. Sure enough...
This guy Lei Luo does have great potential. It's not in vain that he and Ji have spent so much time. To be honest, I may have said more things today than he has said in the past hundred years combined, but it is very worth it.
"When you complete your transformation, I think we will be companions. Then..."
After a pause, Luo Hou closed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking about. After a while, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and there was a faint expectation contained in it, and he heard him murmuring to himself:
"The probability of successfully usurping power will definitely be much higher."
As he spoke, a touch of emotion appeared on his face.
"Clan leader... you have been in charge of the "key" for so long, it's time..."
"It's time to step down and give way to someone more worthy."
The unintentional words revealed some secret information. The relationship between Luo Hou and Ji Du seemed to be more than just superior and subordinate, and the situation within the Otsutsuki clan was far from simple as currently known.
Recruiting Lei Luo was a plan made by Jidu, but due to the occurrence of some unknown situation, it was handed over to Luo Hou for execution. The various connections involved undoubtedly revealed a lot of information, which is worthy of analysis and speculation. It is a pity...
Deeply trapped in the conflict between humanity and divinity, the white clone has no time to take into account the external situation. It is destined not to hear Luo Hou's words. This unexpected battle between himself and himself is extremely complicated and dangerous.
If one is not good, the white clone will abandon the last trace of humanity and transform into an absolutely rational god, as Alaya said. At that time, she can be a piece of grass, a stone, a beam of light, or a ray of light.
Breeze, but only...
It can't be that...
People who care about the original world and human civilization...
In the empty spiritual ocean, there is boundless white light. The sea water is gray and the sky is white. At the junction of sea and sky, the tiny figure of the white clone stands silently, silently and without saying a word.
Lowering his head, the reflection at his feet reflected faces, either familiar or unfamiliar. Looking around, everyone was looking at him. The expressions on his face included admiration, reverence, jealousy, and disgust.
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Listen carefully, all kinds of whispers linger in your ears, one after another, never ending, some are praying, some are thanking, some are praising, some are crying, however, they are also mixed with vague reproaches and curses.
Through an inexplicable bond, some like blood dissolving in water, some also like empathy and commonality, the white clone understood the existence of the gray ocean and the essence of those reflections.
Ash is neither black nor white, and has no reality. It symbolizes the dust left after the fire burns. It symbolizes that all things will eventually wither. It also symbolizes that... eternal death will eventually come, and nothing can escape.
The ocean formed by the gray liquid is naturally the embodiment of time.
The reflection is the mark left by everyone related to her, or the emotional sustenance, or the spread of expectation, or the chain of hatred, which is essentially the embodiment of faith.
It is precisely because of the existence of each reflection that the stream can grow into an ocean.
Wanting to understand this, the white clone raised its head numbly and stared blankly at the top of its head, looking at the endless, boundless, soft white light spreading down in the sky.
Then...what is it?
The radiance covered the body, feeling very warm and comfortable. The white clone closed his eyes in enjoyment. In a daze, he realized many things and understood many unknown problems.
What exactly is time? How big is infinity? What does the heat death of the universe look like? How are quanta formed? What was the world like before the birth of the singularity? What force will become when the four forces are unified? Latitude, string, particle...
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What is this? What is that? Why...
Somehow, there seems to be an answer.
If given a choice, the white clone would really like to sink into oblivion, realize the existence of truth, and never open its eyes again, even if the body is melted and decomposed bit by bit under the illumination of white light.
But at this moment, a roar came, waking her up suddenly:
"Hey! What's going on here?" He suddenly opened his eyes, and a figure in black appeared on the sea in front of him, frowning and looking at him. It was the original body that had arrived at some unknown time.
"Why are you here?" Inexplicably, the white clone's eyes dodge.
"What does "Why am I here" mean? We have monthly contact, why are you so late this time? And these things..." Lei Luo narrowed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and looked slightly wary:
"I don't know when the spiritual space will be so bright."
"Could it be that... something happened in the β world line?"
Under the dual-body structure, Baifen's body and mind moved, and she immediately understood the main body's worries. She wanted to prevaricate hastily, but the confusion lingering in her heart still made her hesitate to express her doubts:
"The body...I want to know...we are now..."
"What exactly are you fighting for?"
Lei Luo was stunned for a moment, stared at the white clone carefully for a while, touched his chin thoughtfully, and replied slightly strangely: "Of course I can't stand the behavior of the Otsutsuki clan, and I can't bear it..."
"Someone is tyrannizing over my head and shitting on me."
As he spoke, Lei Luo stepped forward, raised his arms, and sneered: "Since time travel, we have fought for three generations, killed great names, and brought peace to all countries. What is this for? Isn't it to clean up this unfair world and restore a bright world?