Chapter 817 There is no world after death at all, I'm really stupid
Qin Yang sniffed the incense and added wine, and the smell was a bit wafting.
But this time, I finally realized something was not right.
The novelist is almost like a different person. From temperament to momentum, his whole person is completely different, just like...
Come to life.
Qin Yang couldn't bear to give up the spiritual wine, and quickly used his strength to dispel the alcohol. With a jolt, his consciousness became extremely clear.
"You want to help me jump across the sky?"
"I want to know what's going on behind the curtain. In comparison, it doesn't matter whether I can jump over or not.
I don’t know how long I have been here. I have lost track of time. I only know that it has been a long, long time. It has been so long that many of my memories have disappeared.
I don't remember anyone jumping across the sky. I once thought that this might be the end of sinking into the Black Sea and the end of the world.
But that ending is so disappointing.
I want to see something different. I can try it and let you jump over and see the world after death.
Give my story an ending I can accept."
What the novelist said was very sincere and very desperate.
If he could only remain as he was now forever, he would rather disappear completely.
However, the reality is that he can't even disappear, he can only stay here like this.
It has continued from ancient times to today, and may continue until a long, long time later.
Not seeing hope is the most despairing thing.
When this despair extends indefinitely, that is real torture.
Qin Yang was silent, he didn't know how to refuse.
After all, this matter is good for him.
He also doesn't want to be like a novelist, sitting here day after day, his consciousness falling into silence for a long time, only remembering the last thing to do.
Even if there is nothing behind the curtain and it is a real disappearance, it is still better than becoming a novelist.
It's life or death, give it a try, anything is better than waiting to die.
Of course, this is just a matter of pros and cons.
He felt that this matter seemed feasible. One of the most important reasons was the current state of the novelist.
Like a resurrection, the light is endless, the momentum is overwhelming, the essence and spirit are condensed into one, holding a big pen in his hand, as if he is in charge of the universe.
Qin Yang didn't know what this state was, but he could refer to it from another place.
The big pen he got was taken back by the novelist!
The big pen picked up with skills actually flew back automatically and was repaired automatically!
This is so fucking outrageous.
I've never seen this happen before.
If he hadn't been dead now and in this state of being neither up nor down, neither alive nor dead, Qin Yang would have exploded.
Qin Yang felt that the novelist's current state might mean that he was finally about to take the final step.
To truly enter the Tao, step into the realm of the Twelve Masters where they can build their own Tao.
"Whether it works or not, in one sentence, if it doesn't work, I will find someone else."
What else could Qin Yang say? The man in front of him exuded domineering power even in the reflection of the Mediterranean Sea.
"become."
The novelist had a solemn face, holding a big pen in his hand, and started writing on the book.
The story of Qin Yang starts from here.
"Compared to dying, what Qin Yang doesn't want is to be in a situation where he can't live or die. If he has the strength, he should make a leap and share life and death. Qin Yang..."
As the novelist begins to write, the big pen in his hand emits thousands of rays of light, and each word is like writing the story of the world itself.
Qin Yangming knew what the novelist was doing, but what the novelist wrote was indeed completely in line with his current thoughts.
With firm belief, he stepped out of the boat and reached the top of the sky. All the power stored in his body seemed to be revived at this moment.
There was also an indescribable power that blessed him, allowing him to reach the top of the sky.
The stories written by the novelist began to become reality, working together with Qin Yang.
When he stepped out with one foot, huge resistance came. Qin Yang leaned forward and struggled to lift one foot.
The moment he stepped out of the sky, Qin Yang felt that his foot was indeed not entering the Black Sea, but somewhere else.
The death energy all over his body exploded together with the power in his inventory, and Qin Yang's body moved forward bit by bit.
The novelist holds a big pen in his hand, and the endless divine light condenses on the tip of his pen, writing each character.
Seeing that he was exhausted, Qin Yang still couldn't break through the final limit.
The magic hand in Qin Yanghai's eyes suddenly surged with black power, penetrating Qin Yang's body. Qin Yang stretched out a hand and disappeared at the top of the sky.
The next moment, Qin Yang's body was slowly brought over by this hand, and his body disappeared bit by bit at the top of the sky.
When Qin Yang disappeared, countless dead souls above the sky stopped at the same time and looked up at the top of the sky.
The novelist looks at the story resurfacing in the book.
"Qin Yang, with the help of the power of the black hand and the novelist's story, finally crossed the sky and reached the other side that all the undead souls are working hard for.
However, unlike what everyone thinks, there is nothing here.
There is no world after death, there is only nothingness, pure nothingness.
There is no light, no sound, no matter, not even space and time.
Now there is a Qin Yang here. However, it is only a matter of time before Qin Yang disappears into nothingness.
The power in him is disappearing in the void, and he is the only thing that exists in the void..."
The novelist looked at the new story with a sad face.
He muttered to himself.
"It shouldn't, it shouldn't, since we come here after death, this world of the dead shouldn't be nothing.
If there is nothing, why are we here?
Why does the Sunken Black Sea appear? This is wrong, this shouldn’t be..."
Great despair, complete despair, fell from the sky in an instant.
The feeling of despair spread from the novelist.
For a moment, countless dead souls on the entire sky felt the huge despair.
They tried their best to cross the Black Sea in a lonely boat, and finally reached the end, just to climb up from the sky.
However, tell them now that this is the end.
All of you will be here trying to live or die, waiting for time to slowly and completely wear it away.
The world after death does not exist at all!
The novelist held a big pen in his hand, as if his faith collapsed. At this moment, writing appeared on the book again.
"Qin Yang is floating in nothingness, but he can still feel his existence. Since he exists, this place is no longer nothingness.
According to legend, the world after death does not exist at all.
Qin Yang felt that this might just be different from what he imagined, and it was different from what everyone thought.
Even if it is nothingness, this is still the world of the dead.
It's just that there's no way to pick it up ready-made.
Novelist, the characters and stories you write are worlds after all.
Since you can push me here, and you can turn stories into reality, why not write a world of your own story, the world after death that everyone thinks exists.
I think the worst thing about the world after death is that you won’t be able to bask in the sun..."
The novelist stood stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.
He suddenly had an epiphany.
When he became a novelist, he always wrote other people's stories in reality and turned them into reality.
I have never thought about whether it is possible to try something that does not exist in reality.
He looked at the writing on the book.
Qin Yang was telling what he thought the world after death should be like.
The novelist looked up to the sky and laughed, scratched his head vigorously, grabbed a few sparse hair, and the big pen in his hand bloomed with brilliance, like a scorching sun blooming in the black sea.
"The world after death in my opinion must have things that do not exist in the world of the living, and wine that cannot be tasted in the world of the living..."
He holds a big pen in his hand and writes quickly on the book.
Just then, an incomprehensible language came to mind.
The novelist's big hand holds the pen and starts writing automatically.
"I think that in the world after death, there must be an endless supply of bugs..."
Above the sky, voices remembered one by one, and their thoughts turned into dots of fluorescent light, which continued to sink into the novelist's pen.
Slowly, the fluorescence converged from the invisible horizon into long rivers, constantly pouring into the novelist's pen.
After that, the golden fluorescence in the sky of the Black Sea was like a heavy rain, gathering into a storm, and pouring into the novelist's pen.
This is the wish and vision of all living beings. All living beings believe that there should be a world after death.
This extremely huge, yet extremely pure power is the imagination of living beings regarding death, and it is a process that every living being must go through.
No matter whether the creature is good or evil, what race it is, what culture it has, and what thoughts it has.
Everyone has their own imagination about death.
Nowadays, novelists have entered the Taoist world.
He aroused the common vision of all the living and the dead, and that huge power supported him in writing his story.
But now, what the story will become is no longer under his control.
He wrote hard and fast, and his spirit became stronger and stronger. With every stroke he made, his pen became stronger and stronger, and the stories in the books began to accumulate more and more power.
I don't know how long it took when the divine light blooming from that book had illuminated the entire Black Sea.
In the void at the top of the sky.
Qin Yang floated there quietly, unable to feel up, down, left, right, light, or anything other than him.
However, at this moment, he saw a golden light passing through the void.
The voices of countless living beings and dead souls turned into loud roars that echoed through the void.
Qin Yang saw the golden light coming from an unknown place and rushing towards the unknown.
Immediately afterwards, he saw that wherever the golden light passed, nothingness did not seem to be real nothingness.
He saw the four directions beginning to divide up and down.
Qin Yang stared at this scene blankly and muttered to himself.
"Damn it, this is going to open up!"
When this thought emerged, the most impressive Pangu Kaitian immediately appeared in his mind.
Then, the nothingness that began to divide in front of him suddenly turned into chaos.
Chaos starts from the place where the golden light crosses, and from the division of disorder, the clear ones rise and the turbid ones descend.
Heaven and earth first appeared.
In addition to that ray of golden light, the first ray of light appeared.
Qin Yang also felt the weight at the same time, and his body slowly fell to the earth.
Qin Yang steadied his body and looked at this scene without blinking, watching the earth condense into shape, watching the mountains like dragons, entrenching the earth, seeing the golden light swaying, and after landing, it transformed into various environments.
.
The sound of wind began to emerge, then turned into a howling wind, sweeping in from the northwest.
The overcast rain turned into rivers filled with the smell of decay, flowing along the valleys and gathering into lakes in the depressions.
Qin Yang just stared at this scene blankly, watching a world become reality bit by bit in front of his eyes.
I don't know how long it took before Qin Yang came back to his senses. His feet had turned into an endless ocean, and in the middle of the ocean, there was a place like a ruins, and seawater was flowing into it continuously.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a black ant lying on a fallen leaf crawling up from the abyss.
From this moment on, countless undead spirits swarmed out from inside.
Qin Yang had an impression of some of them, they were all at very high positions on the sky.
He stood quietly on the edge of the abyss, waiting quietly.
He is waiting for the novelist to come up.
At the top of the sky, the novelist who was writing furiously finally stopped. The book no longer needed him to write, and new handwriting continued to appear on the book.
After all, he still couldn't get rid of the situation of crowdfunding to write a book, but this time, he was happy with it.
Use the wishes of all living creatures and all dead souls as ink to write a world after death.
Then……
Make it real!
Looking up at the top of the sky, he couldn't see anything above it, but he could see the description in the story.
He wanted to take a step, but he couldn't move his legs.
Even if he could write a world, he still couldn't write his own story.
He can't get on it.
He could only look to the left and right, and there were undead spirits constantly appearing, crossing the final boundary and entering the world of the dead.
Qin Yang stood on the edge of the abyss for a long time, but still could not wait for the novelist.
He looked at the other dead souls and said suddenly.
"Get a handful, we all owe him."
Qin Yang's thoughts spread and turned into a golden thread, thrown into the abyss.
The other undead, no matter whether they still have self-awareness or not, at this moment they all know who is the real hero of their ability to cross the sky.
Little bits of golden light blended into that golden thread, and the golden thread continued to lengthen and grow thicker.
Slowly extended to the novelist.
The novelist looked at a thick golden hemp rope falling in front of him, and was slightly startled. Then he laughed loudly, put away his pen and books, grabbed the hemp rope, and was dragged along, finally leaping across the sky.
Flying up from the abyss.
The novelist stood on the edge of the abyss, looking up at the sky, looking at this dim, desolate world that looked no different from the Black Sea at first glance, covering his face and crying bitterly, not knowing whether he was happy or sad.
Before anyone here could feel happy, they heard a sharp neighing sound coming from the distance.
The black ant that first rushed up was swept into the fallen leaves by a whirlpool. The body of the black ant was swallowed up by a piece of foam. In just a few breaths, it completely melted into the foam and disappeared without a trace.
The novelist was pleasantly surprised.
"You can actually die completely!"
What they want is not to be able to make their own choices, including to die completely.
How can I not be happy now?
Qin Yang looked at the bubble with a strange expression, and then slowly distorted it, as if he had become abnormal.
He knows what it is...
Because he had heard that there would be some weird traps in the sea, which could destroy the soul and destroy the bones, making everything come to nothing.
I don’t know which undead soul who can’t die made this setting.
Looking up at the dim sky again, only the skylight coming from nowhere illuminates the whole world slightly. It seems that there will never be such a thing as the sun.