40,000 Years of Cultivation

Although Tie Xiong had a lot of insults against Wan Zanghai in his heart, this withered old man was after all the leader of human civilization for hundreds of years. He was a "god" that countless people believed in, cursed, and had to believe in. Tie Xiong settled his mind. , Still honestly report to the elderly the riots that have occurred in the fleet in recent days.

It has now been ascertained that this riot was entirely a premeditated action by the returnees.

With the destruction of the earth, the combined fleet of the new earth is getting farther and farther away from home, especially after repeated slaughters and cleanings, the old order has long disappeared.

Tens of millions of people who were lucky enough to survive and the dark and cold universe are separated by a cold iron wall. In such a claustrophobic, high-pressure, and desperate environment, it only takes one second for humans to become beasts and beasts to demons.

During the hundreds of years of escape, all kinds of voices against Wanzanghai have never been subdued, and small-scale riots and strikes have occurred from time to time, but these are all diseases of scabies and will not have much impact on the mission of the joint fleet—— Because all the opposition can't solve a problem, "If you don't obey the orders of the Ten Thousand Tibetan Seas, and move on to the source of the meteorite, the other side of the universe, where should you go?"

If this problem is not resolved, the riot will always be just a riot, a complaint of dissatisfaction under the exhaustion and pain.

However, the "returners" are different.

The Returnists are an extremely dangerous trend of thought that has only emerged in the combined fleet in recent years. It has just been born and has shown a powerful deceptive and destructive power.

Just like the name of this faction, the Returnists claim that after hundreds of years of self-purification and repair, the earth has broken free from the devastating solar storm and has recovered a certain degree of vitality. At least, compared with repairing the earth, The hope of going to the end of the universe to find a new home is even slimmer, so the combined fleet should not continue to advance toward the unknown darkness, but should reverse its direction and return to Earth.

"The difficulty of sailing in the Star Sea is far beyond our estimation. It will take us at least tens of thousands of years to reach the destination. Neither the food circulation system nor the hibernation system can support such a long journey. We are destined to break and sink in the sand on the way. Annihilated in the most extreme darkness!"

"Let's look back, the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

"It's too late to change the course. The way home has been explored clearly. We won't encounter any difficulties and obstacles. We will definitely be able to go back."

"Born on the earth, die on the earth!"

"Go back to the earth and rebuild the most beautiful homeland, the vast stars, the endless universe, and only the earth is our only paradise!"

The Returnists spread such remarks in secret, eroding the body of the Earth's combined fleet like venom, and slowly eroding the last trace of people's trust in the Wanzanghai.

Unlike previous grievances, complaints, and meaningless venting, the Returnist’s concept is not only attractive, but also highly maneuverable, especially after several major setbacks and heavy losses to the fleet. The azure planet has once again become a paradise for countless people’s dreams, and the power of the Returnists is getting stronger day by day. Until now, dozens of starships can be connected in series to launch a large-scale protest for ten and a half months, and it has finally become The confidant of the combined fleet.

"My commander!"

Although Wan Zanghai is not the nominal supreme commander of the New Earth Joint Fleet, all confidants call him that, and Tie Xiong is no exception. It's time to burn more and more... It's time to make a decisive decision!

"The road ahead is long, and this tragedy may continue for many years. A slack immigration fleet is destined to fail to reach its destination. Only a strong army of iron and blood that is like steel and forbidden can be done!"

Tie Xiong's heart was beating like a drum, and he revealed the whole set of strategies and strategies that he had pondered for a long time in his heart.

No matter what the old man facing him reacted, it was in his expectation.

Unexpectedly, after the old man listened, he didn't respond like rotten wood and was noncommittal.

Tie Xiong approached with courage, only to hear Wan Zanghai say in a very soft voice: "I see, let's go down."

Tie Xiong was startled slightly, his eyes rolled, and he was not ready to ask the question. He saluted his "commander" deeply and left the room.

The light in the room dimmed suddenly, and in the dim and subtle atmosphere, it took a long time for the old man's weak breath to be heard.

Contrary to what Tie Xiong thought, Wan Zanghai's noncommitment was not about power tricks, but that he really no longer cared about anything that happened to the exile fleet.

With the gradual exhaustion of the brain, the vitality faded bit by bit, especially after experiencing the destruction of the earth and the massacre of the outer solar system, the outer world of Wanzanghai gradually collapsed. Like all old people, he became more and more addicted to pain. The memories of the past, the regrets of the past, and those people and things in youth, adolescence and even childhood.

He gradually appeared visions and auditory hallucinations, and often regarded the starship he was riding on as a giant steel beast with rusty internal organs. The tortuous and dark corridors were just like the digestive tract of the giant beast, and he was in the belly of the giant beast. Suffered the most painful torture.

It is also difficult for him to enter the hibernation state again. Even the most effective hibernation potion can't stop the flames, the pools of blood, and the souls appearing in his dreams.

Those unjust souls, not only the rich and powerful people who died in his hands during the massacre of the outer solar system, but also so many ordinary people who were discarded by him when they left the earth, no matter the rich, the rich or the ordinary people, they turned into the wrong souls in the same way— -With a distorted face and a pale face, staring straight at him, with unspeakable surprise, sorrow and despair in his eyes.

They didn't need to yell and stretch out their hands, just looking at him with such desperate eyes, looking at him, looking at him all the time, he couldn't bear it and was on the verge of collapse.

"Ah, ah, retribution, retribution, this is our retribution!"

Sometimes, the old man would wake up from the nightmare, waving his skinny arms, struggling like a drowning man, trying to break free from the omnipresent fear and despair.

"Those who can't escape, we can't escape, ha ha ha ha, no one can escape the earth, no one!"

Sometimes, he would spend half a day staring at the stern of the ship, as if his eyes could penetrate the walls, cabins and corridors, penetrate the dark stars, travel back to the earth, and see the terrible state of the earth after the catastrophe.

Protests, riots, returnists, do they matter? It's not important at all. Even if there is no returnist faction, there will be this faction and that faction. There will be all kinds of strange talks, exposing the ugliest side of human nature and stifling the hope of survival.

Even if they can live forever and reach their destination through all sorts of hardships and dangers, are they still them or humans at that time?

He didn't know, he really didn't know.

In his youth and youth, he once set up a lofty ambition to go to the end of the universe to find hope.

But at the end of his dying life, he understood what the human will is in front of the vastness of the sea of ​​stars, and how tragic the price he would have to pay if he wanted to fight against the sea of ​​stars and "walk against the sky".

He finally failed.

Finally came to the end of life.

After all, there is no hope of finding a way to reverse time-even if he has extinct humanity, pay all the price, and turn himself into an unrecognizable demon!

Those happy and sad, righteous and evil, trust and betrayal, sinking and rising, humanity and animality, angels and demons-on the scale of the universe, they are all jokes, dusty jokes.

Is this the end?

Wan Zanghai asked himself.

Then, he heard the faint whimper, the pain of the rest of his life mixed with the joy of reunion after a long absence, and the clear and sweet voice of a lark called: "Brother?

Wan Zanghai’s eyes widened suddenly, and the violent blue veins and black age spots disappeared a lot in an instant. He seemed to have regained the vigorous vitality of the past, and he couldn't believe his ears until the voice appeared again: "Brother, I finally found you!"

It's my sister's voice.

Wan Zanghai was in a daze, as if seeing a group of crystal clear light curled up in the corner of the wall, faintly condensed into a human form, like a ghost in the legend, transformed into a little girl in rags, she looked very white and tender. It's cute, but it's a pity that both legs are thin and deformed. They can't support the weight of the body at all. They can only curl up there all day long, blinking big watery eyes, looking at him pitifully.

Wan Zanghai is like a nightmare, unable to himself.

Muddy tears came out of his eyes, almost burning his eyes, making him unable to see everything around him, only his sister who had been separated for hundreds of years.

"Bai Ling'er, is that you, Bai Ling'er?"

Wan Zanghai panted heavily, rolled off the bed, crawled with the ghosts toward the corner with his hands and feet, and tremblingly stretched out his hands, "Where have you been? For the past 100 years, I have been looking for you. I can't find you. I can't find you, Bai Ling'er!"

"I can't find you either, brother. At first I couldn't find you, but later I didn't dare to look for you for fear of ruining you."

Looks like a ghost of a little girl, with two winding crystals hanging down on her face, "At that time, I stayed in the village with everyone obediently, waiting for you and the eldest brother to come back with food and medicine, wait and wait for you to never come back. , Ventured out to see, the town of Tombstone was destroyed, all nearby towns were destroyed, and later, the big gangs on the **** wasteland, the Citi Gang, the Vulture Gang, and the Scorpion Gang were all destroyed. The **** wasteland has lost its order, many bad people are running around, our village is also destroyed, most of the people are dead, because of my'ability', I was sold and sold as goods for more than ten or twenty years. , I don't know what I am and where I am.

"Later, my'ability' became stronger and stronger. Many people gathered around me and called me'Goddess'. I also gradually inquired about the whereabouts of my brother - but at this time, you are already Wan Zanghai. , Is a great man with a promising future and a shining star of tomorrow. I can't even bother you and let those bad guys discover your true identity. I know you must have suffered a lot until today, and I can't ruin you.

"Later, it was a meteorite, a solar storm, and the whole earth burned up, but the immigrant starship flew away and flew away—what the **** was going on, brother, I didn’t say everything. Can everyone walk together, why didn't you bring us?"