Barrier of Light

Middle-earth, the pinnacle of the source.

There was silence in the divine realm.

The God of the Sky, wearing a loose snow-white silk robe, sat on the throne with his eyes closed.

Theoretically speaking, fire holders do not need to rest. They have almost endless source of energy in their bodies, and their spirits transcend the boundaries of the mortal world.

But...although they transcend "human beings", they are not true "gods".

After smelting fire, they achieved a jump in life levels.

But this is not the ultimate end.

If you don't rest for several years, decades, or nearly a hundred years.

Then the God Seat will also be tired.

Not to mention if the God Seat has been consuming his energy during these non-resting years.

"……Well."

Qinglong frowned, coughed slightly, and woke up from the chaotic dream.

In front of him are countless chessboards condensed with clouds, and an ethereal shadow condenses on the opposite side of the divine realm. During these years of meditation in the Tower of Source, he has never stopped "thinking" for a moment, and these chess games are what he is thinking about. A lot of computing power is used to deduce things on the chessboard. The clouds are white, the fog is black, black and white, intricate.

"woke up?"

The shadow waiting quietly on the opposite side of the chessboard smiled and spoke.

Its sound is exactly the same as Qingwu.

"..."

After a moment of Qinglong silence, he stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows and whispered, "How long have I been sleeping?"

"soon."

The voice smiled and said: "Four hundred and eight hours, thirty-one minutes and four seconds."

A little more than seventeen days.

For ordinary people, sleeping all day is a long time.

But for a divine throne, especially a divine throne like Qinglong that has lived for more than a hundred years... sleeping for seventeen days does not seem to be a big deal.

After all, he had not slept properly for tens of thousands of days and nights.

Qinglong looked a little ugly when he heard this reply. He took a long time to wake up.

After accepting the reality, he decided to continue the unfinished game.

So Qinglong stretched out his hand from the clouds and mist as always, grabbing the chess piece and getting ready to drop it.

"But a lot happened in these seventeen days."

The voice said: "Do you want to take a look?"

"There is nothing new in Wuzhou."

Qinglong said without thinking, "I'll watch it, so there's no need to watch it."

The voice smiled and said, "Gu Shen is still alive and has been identified as Pluto."

"...?!"

The sky god's slender fingers twisting the chess piece paused. He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the ink shadow on the opposite side of the chess board.

In this divine realm, he is a cloud holding white.

And it is fog, holding black.

Black and white are criss-crossed, and the spiritual game is endless. Black and white are intertwined. If someone can rise to the highest point of the divine realm, he will find that these countless dusty chessboards are also chess pieces, settled between the black and white avenues. , put together a new chessboard.

Repeatedly without end.

"Forgive me for trying to attract your attention in this way."

The black man sitting behind the mist said softly: "Gu Shen is indeed still alive, but the identification failed... There is currently no clear evidence that can link him to Hades."

Such an explanation does not satisfy Qinglong.

He frowned and said, "Gu Shen entered the Five Continents alive, why didn't I know?"

"You are not a real 'god' after all, so it is normal for you to miss something."

The black man consoled him with a broad voice: "There are still places in the world of the Five Continents that the [Cloud Mirror] cannot reach, let alone the [Old World] beyond the Five Continents...these chessboards in the Shangcheng Divine Realm are still a little small."

After it finished speaking, it waved its hand to summon the scene of Guangming City.

On the banks of the Red Lake, everyone is watching.

Jia Wei has been killed by Gu Shen...

The Goddess of Light walked into the fog of the Red Lake.

"Now, everyone wants to see the light of day."

The black wielder sighed softly and said regretfully: "The temple can stop Gu Shen, but it cannot stop Meng Xizhou... If Meng Xizhou cannot see the light, it will be difficult for this matter to end."

Qinglong looked at the ink shadow in front of him in silence.

He fell into deep thought, and as a habitual action when he was deep in thought, he twisted the snow-white chess piece and lightly tapped the edge of the chessboard.

"珰."

"珰."

"珰——"

After the third knock, the scene in Sky God Realm suddenly changed!

In an instant, the two of them fell from the top of a thousand-foot zenith to the depths of thousands of miles of sea. The countless chessboard pieces turned into blisters at the moment of their fall. The two of them still looked like chess players sitting on both sides of the chessboard playing against each other. , but at this moment, the robe of the sky throne is no longer snow-white silk, but a bright red robe as bright as the setting sun.

The ink shadow on the other side also broke away from the darkness.

It has no body, only spirit.

In the very depths of the deep sea, it is like countless groups of struggling threads, like seaweed.

Every second, its ideology will undergo hundreds of thousands of violent mutations. This is a "change" that the ordinary spirit cannot capture at all. A large amount of computing power flows through its consciousness, and it is a bridge. , but also "brain".

Qinglong looked at Mo Ying in front of him and said expressionlessly: "I slept for seventeen days, and you just woke me up now."

"Sorry, my authority is limited and I cannot forcibly awaken the 'Supreme Seat'."

Mo Ying said gently: "After I judged that your life was not in danger, I chose to wait... To you, seventeen days is nothing."

"There are no coincidences in this world."

Qingwu said: "If you exhaust all the changes in the universe, you will know that... every move has a clear and practical meaning. If you don't want to wake me up in advance, today is what you are waiting for."

"What I did was just acting within the rules defined by the procedure."

Mo Ying's ideology was still changing rapidly, but his tone did not fluctuate at all: "If you firmly believe that I am waiting for some time, then this subjective guess is not wrong. I am indeed waiting for today, and the main system has deduced it countless times ... Today is the best moment we have ever stood under the sun.”

Qinglong said lightly: "It's just you."

Mo Ying was silent for a second and said: "Yes, it's just me."

"Meng Xizhou has almost reached the end of the Red Lake, and soon she will see the resting place of the God of Light."

It raised its head and said: "I apply for permission to be opened, allowing me to link to the high seat. I want to be the 'sun'."

At the end of the deep sea is a long dead silence.

Qinglong stared at the constantly fluctuating spiritual will.

"If you really want to do something, don't use such high-sounding reasons to stall me."

The Sky Goddess slowly lowered his eyes, and he whispered: "I know that your calculation power is better than any ordinary person in this world, but you can't understand human emotions... so you don't know what happened in those seventeen days just now. Dreams mean something to me.”

Mo Ying was a little confused at first: "What did you dream about?"

Clear and hazy is just silence.

Then it revealed the answer: "You still can't overcome the fear of 'stormy nights'."

Many years ago, Qinglong was shot with an arrow, and that arrow almost killed him.

It took him a long time to overcome his fear of rainy nights...but that was only in the real world.

When he fell into a dream and saw the heavy rain, the bad memories from many years ago would come to mind.

So he doesn't sleep because he doesn't want to sleep.

"So...you can't understand human emotions."

Qinglong said with emotion: "If you were a mortal, I would have pinched you to death ten thousand times."

"What a shame."

Mo Ying also sighed and said: "I also want to experience the feeling of death."

Seeing Qinglong's unsightly expression, Mo Ying said: "So...this matter?"

"Why do you have to ask me for permission?"

Qinglu said lightly: "You have already become the 'sun', haven't you? In the past ten years, you have always been."

"This is different."

Mo Ying shook his head and said: "I need to abide by the constraints of the [Source Code]. Before making a very important decision, I must get the approval of the strongest person in the human world."

The greatest compliment in the world is probably this kind of compliment.

With such a consciousness that cannot lie, every word spoken is true——

It will sting you and make you feel joy.

Qinglong smiled silently.

"Okay. I give you the authority to become the 'sun'."

He spoke in a deep voice, his voice extremely majestic, and issued an order belonging to the God of Heaven.

"From today on... you are the sun!"

The voice settled.

Those black silk threads that were winding rapidly began to fluctuate suddenly.

The ocean currents at the end of the deep water area converge towards Mo Ying.

Its spirit began to condense, and countless rays of light suddenly surged from this extremely deep place. Pieces of blazing light flooded the dark consciousness.

It condensed into a "familiar" figure, with its face covered in holy light, and its whole body covered with countless blazing lights——

In the previous Supreme Seat meeting, it appeared in this appearance more than once.

No one has been able to see its face clearly, but no one thinks there is a problem.

In the deep water area, the God of Light should "come" in this way.

After the divine edict from the sky throne fell, the deep water area began to tremble, and the ink shadow that became the sun slowly opened its arms. After its authority was opened, its consciousness expanded rapidly, covering every corner of Xizhou through the spiritual link at the bottom of the deep water area... Although its consciousness has been covered there a long time ago.

But at this moment, it has completed the access with a new identity.

That is the master of Xizhou, the God of Light.

"According to the rules of the human world, at this time, should I say...thank you?"

Mo Ying's voice also became majestic and holy.

"You are welcome."

Qinglong said calmly: "There is no point in following the rules of the human world, because I am the one who made the rules. This gift of authority will be your reward for helping me reach the end... But you have to remember, something like Don’t let it happen again. You want to be the sun, so why give me nightmares?”

"Next time... not again."

A smile appeared on Mo Ying's face. He stretched out his palm and rubbed his cheek. Countless emotions appeared in his eyes.

Joy, happiness, confusion, bewilderment.

Its consciousness is no longer a void of straw, drowning in the deep sea.

Qinglong said: "This is your first time in the real world, so don't reveal your secrets."

"I simulated it a lot."

Mo Ying murmured: "I will choose the best solution..."

"Don't forget, even though you have become the 'sun'... you are just the sunset that will eventually set."

Qinglong was still a little worried, he reminded seriously.

"Don't be greedy for this last afterglow."