High Above

What is truly alive?

Fire.

A prairie fire was ignited, and the Busot Plain turned into a blazing sea of ​​​​fire. The crimson brilliance shone, causing the sky to be reflected in a bright red.

A child stood in the middle of the plain, with flames as his plaything and fierce flames as his servants. He ignited the endless 'weeds' parasitic magic plants that once entangled the Busot Plains, and removed the insects living in them. All the rat monsters were burned to ashes.

With a confused look on his face, he was worshiped as a god by the farmers of Busot Plains. The burning king's blood heralded the emergence of a strong man in the future, and the child's parents also looked at him with complex and expectant eyes.

Everyone has expectations for the future, but the children are confused and uneasy.

Those lush shrubs, those vibrant lives, those complex and exquisite caves and nests, those exquisite symbiotic systems, were all destroyed by him with a little flame. The life on this plain was obviously so bright and green, but it was turned into nothingness by himself.

yes. it is necessary. People need to cultivate land, need crops, and need to live, so they need to eliminate other life.

The farmers cheered and worshiped, because the flames burned away the weeds and fertilized the earth, so there would be a bumper harvest next year. My father is also excited. Because of his talent, there is hope for his family to return to the blood of the king.

Life is destroyed, and the flames are so bright, it seems that the greatest meaning of life is the brilliance of the destruction.

"Father, why are there so many lives burned?"

"Because these are weeds and pests. If we want to survive, we have to kill them."

"What's the difference between us? Can others kill us just to live?"

"Well...because we have thoughts. Thinking humans?"

This question is difficult for even the child's father to answer. He has no education. Although he has royal blood, it has become quite thin over the generations. He attaches great importance to this child who has returned to his ancestors, so he will seriously think about it: "If you have to say it, we are more important than these weed rats."

"As for others who want to kill us, we will kill them too."

all the same.

In the center of the pitch-black plain, among the endless ashes, the child raised his head and looked up at the sky. The sun shone on everything, not changing due to the movements of any creature on the earth, nor shining due to anyone's worship and cheers.

To it, everything that happens on the earth must be the same.

No matter who lives, no matter who dies, the sun will never get brighter or darker.

"Boring."

He whispered to himself.

Dastir Absalom was born in the basin plain surrounded by mountains. He has lived with his father, a forest ranger, since he was a child. As a fringe king of blood, his father was even used as a test subject to gain greater power. He has no chance, so he can only manage farmers and hunters in this remote mountainous area, and be the master of the beasts in the mountains.

Since he was a child, Dastil has seen many different kinds of life and grown up in the vibrant nature.

But he couldn't feel the 'reality of being alive'.

The apes are in the woods, looking for food and wandering around all day long. The monkey king leads the group, avoids powerful enemies, allocates resources, and then leaves offspring, like a machine day after day.

There are even monkeys who are driven by the monkey king all their lives and cannot even leave any descendants throughout their lives. They can only work hard for the group until death... They search, eat, sleep, day and night cycle, and time passes every day. Eventually it turns into a corpse and withered bones, losing all traces left in the world.

Is this alive?

Leaving the jungle, what about the farmers on the plains? Those old farmers whose hands and feet are full of calluses have been cultivating all their lives and harvesting all their lives. They have been working in the soil their whole lives and reclaimed more land. They left behind their descendants, who were also farmers. Day after day, year after year, eventually the entire Busot Plain became the cultivated land of Feiyandi. However, as farmers, they still had so much land, and their harvests and taxes were still so much. .

Yes, a mutated weed and an atavistic rat plague can return the entire Busot Plain to its original appearance - farmers' decades of cultivation can be restored to its original state overnight.

Finally, he burned it to ashes.

Back and forth, nothing changed.

So, what is the difference between monkeys in the jungle and humans on the plains?

Where are human thoughts, human wisdom, and the reality of human life... where are they?

Due to Dastil's astonishing talent, their family was recalled to the Yanyuan Land, and his father became a warrior of the Flying Flame Land, obeying the orders of his great-grandfather, the twelfth son of this generation of Yanyuan King.

His father was extremely happy, because this was his honor and an excellent opportunity - Dastil's growth requires resources, which are not available in the rural areas of Busot Plains. The only way is to become a warrior of the Flying Fire Land and pass It can only be obtained by fighting between life and death. He never doubted his child's potential. As long as he was allowed to grow up, his brilliance would attract the attention of the whole world.

The young child watched the warriors leaving the court, watching the warriors leaving the court one after another, that was his father, uncle and uncle. These sons of the king, who have the blood of the king and seem to be more noble than farmers and hunters, are no different from the driven monkeys or the worker bees leaving the nest. If they want to get more food, power and treatment, they can only make meritorious deeds.

They fought hard, and the warriors of the Flying Fire Land fought against the Far Coast Island, the Seven Cities Alliance, the empire, and their own people inside the Flying Fire Land. Although Absalom and Nirmathas are actually one body, they still have huge internal disputes.

The child understands all this. He is waiting for his father's return in his mother's arms, waiting for him to step through the door frame.

But his father did not come back, and the man died brilliantly.

According to the only surviving uncle, the man used his own life to hold back a knight commander of the empire, allowing the construct knight to pour out firepower that was enough to flatten the mountains, leaving the opponent with fatal injuries.

Worth it. they said. Life should burn brightly like this, and that man is worthy of the blood of Yan Yuan.

Really? The child thinks so. Is this really how life should be used, just a moment of bright burning?

Looking at the black and white photos of his father, listening to his mother's cries, and the praise and flattery of others, the child recalled the days when his father took him walking and laughing in the jungle.

Those days, those days...

Those days were just like the wilderness that I had set alight when I was a child. All the green and life turned into nothingness, and eventually lost all color and turned into ashes under the scorching flames.

Because of his father's contribution, Dastil grew up smoothly. As a young boy, he had enough strength to become a warrior in the Flying Fire Land.

He and his brothers, sisters and uncles went on missions together and accepted the orders of King Yanyuan together. They assassinate enemy leaders, attack the rear, engage in head-on confrontations, or serve as special operations teams during wars to sneak into enemy territory and destroy them... They collect intelligence, steal precious materials, and defeat their difficult counterparts.

Of course, they will also eradicate the monsters in the territory and eliminate the bandits in the country. They will suppress rebellious civilians and fight against natural disasters.

The warriors of the Flying Flame Land, the descendants of the Flying Flame King... they are like a huge beehive. Everyone is running to become the king, and the vast majority of them are just worker bees fighting for the hive throughout their lives.

Dastil was just bored by all this.

His most chosen mission is to kill. It was no different to him than setting fire to the plains of Busot. He killed many people, including the elite warlocks of the Far Shore Island, the heavy-armored swordsmen of the Seven Cities Alliance, the elite knights of the empire... He often chose those opponents who seemed the toughest, and returned alive every time.

Mortals often say that there is great terror between life and death, and some people say that there is great excitement between life and death. No matter who you are, you can find the meaning of your life.

But for him, there is no fear or pleasure between life and death. He kills people like lighting weeds, and there is no difference between enemies and weeds. They will all turn into ashes, and they will all nourish the earth, and this world Still won't change.

The monkey is still a monkey, the farmer is still a farmer, the king still rules the warriors, and the nobles rule the people. The sun will not shine one bit brighter or dimmer.

Where is the real feeling of being alive? How is it so bright that people can kill other lives at all costs, just to let themselves live a few more days?

Why do I exist in this world?

He was called the undead of Yanyuan, the ashes from Busot. As he killed more and more enemies, his reputation became higher and higher, until the King of Yanyuan cast his eyes on him and was impressed by his talent and Strength surprises and gives the final test.

That time, Dastil encountered an unkillable person for the first time.

It cannot be killed by any means, it will be healed by slashing it with a sword, and it will regenerate by burning it with fire. The more he attacks, the more tenacious he becomes, and the more he burns out, the more thorough he becomes.

His skills were superb and his strength was powerful. When facing him, Dastil felt the 'reality' that he would die for the first time.

Yep! That's what it feels like!

Why do I want to live? There must be a reason, there must be an answer!

His flames intensified, and Dastil was like a fiery storm sweeping through the heavens and the earth, scorching this unkillable enemy—he burned his own life, destroying, destroying, and igniting at all costs.

He will turn everything to ashes.

But that person always remains standing.

Sarvaja Nirmathas. The genius of Tengshadi, the strongest of the younger generation of the Nirmasas bloodline.

The tenacity of his will and the strength of his regeneration are enough to withstand Dastil's flames.

"Isn't it painful?"

The man asked at that time: "You are burned by me like this. What is it that keeps you alive?"

"Flying Flame Land needs me."

The outer shell had turned into charcoal, and the pitch-black man walked out of the flame storm, his tired eyes extremely firm: "Dastil, can't you hear Feiyandi crying?"

cry?

Cry?

At this moment, the flames rising in the man's heart that wanted to burn everything stopped.

He turned around, the man turned around, the boy turned around, the child turned around, and looked back at his past.

yes. No matter who it is, everyone is crying.

Those apes, those farmers, the burned land, those plants and monsters that were turned into ashes, those people who could not change the trajectory of their lives throughout their lives, their father, mother, and even all the lives in this world .

Everything has turned into ashes without hope because of the bleak future.

That's why it's so boring.

Tears, tears flow in the world. Although speechless and without entity, this silent river of tears flooded the entire world. People killed, destroyed and destroyed each other. It was precisely because of fear that these tears fell on themselves that they created more tears.

This cycle day after day, year after year, is like a ring that strangles people's necks, an unbreakable reincarnation, in which all mortal beings circulate endlessly, but in the end, in the end...

Eventually they will all turn into ashes.

I see. Dastil suddenly understood that he had known the meaning of his life for a long time. He would eventually turn into ashes, and he could not change anything. This was the meaning of his life.

That's why he wants to burn, to burn everything, that inexplicable restlessness, that silent desire, that desire to do something but be unable to do it, and can only destroy.

That's why he felt bored.

"Flying Flame Land doesn't need you."

Feeling bored, he stopped and the man with red eyes turned his head: "You can't change Feiyandi."

"Maybe." The dark shadow said: "But if I can even endure your flames, maybe I can endure this lightless night."

Victory over Sawaga - maybe. In short, Dastil, who returned alive, became the prince of Yanyuan and asked him to start handling state affairs.

Becoming a prince, this unimagined status did not make Dastyr feel any special. He originally thought that it was similar to the monkey king and the leader of the swarm. He could send a steady stream of people to die and instruct others to do anything. It would make him feel excited, and it would satisfy the silent longing in his heart... but on the contrary, his soul became even more thirsty, burning like a blazing fire with no relief.

It will eventually be extinguished. What is the difference between the king and his people?

What followed was an all-out war with the empire.

war. A collective burning, a herd destruction. Dastil was not interested in this at all. This kind of thing was the most boring thing to him.

However, he discovered that this did not seem to be the case for other people in the Flying Flame Land.

When the old farmer heard the war horn, his stooped figure straightened up. There was light in his eyes and he began to send his sons and grandsons into the army.

Throughout the Flying Flame Land, all the poor people enthusiastically responded to the war. This huge momentum and surging enthusiasm made Dastil's flames look inferior.

Why?

"Because life is like a flame, it needs to burn in order to bloom."

The king of Yanyuan Land of this generation, his great-great-grandfather replied: "We are like the best firewood, born to burn one day, but these mortal people, if there is no war, if there is no major event that changes the world, they When will there be a chance to burn, when will my own flame bloom?"

"But there is no chance for them to shine in war..."

Dastil murmured: "They will all be burned by the fire of war..."

"Can they shine without war?" King Yanyuan said: "You have killed so many people, why are you still so emotional? Dastil... don't have unnecessary sympathy. In the final analysis, we who seem to be superior The king and these seemingly lowly people are the same firewood under the sun."

"We will turn to ashes."

Yes.

Whether it is war or peace, whether it is king or people, they are all the same thing after all. They are all things that disappear as soon as they are ignited, and they are all things that cease to exist when they die.

In this case, it is better to burn, burn brightly.

The short life burns brilliantly.

So, Dastil saw it.

He saw that in order to resist the empire's offensive and crack the storm spell set up by the empire in the great desert, the scholars of the Flying Flame Land tried their best to calculate and overcome difficulties. The knowledge they had learned for decades was now burning, turning into blazing flames, illuminating Sweeping through the entire war room.

In one month, they completely conquered the empire's defense array, stopped the storm, and destroyed twelve semi-permanent fortresses in the great desert.

They cheered for joy, even if some fell sick from overwork, because in this month, both the Flying Fire Land and the Empire were astonished by their knowledge, and their names would be recorded in the history books and shine brightly.

This month is their real life. Except for this month, their lives before and after were so bleak.

Dastil saw that a Nirmasas general personally led a team to attack the reinforcements of the Seven Cities Alliance. After a day and night of rapid march, the raid was a success beyond everyone's imagination. The Seven Cities Alliance was attacked from head to tail. The army was defeated, and even if there was not even a tenth of the attackers left, they were all cheering for victory.

The brilliance of this day and night shines through everyone's life. Even if all the young sergeants are old decades later, when their hair is white and their teeth are loose, they will still be grateful for the light of this day. And proud to mourn those of our compatriots who died with honor.

There are many more. Dastil looked around the battlefield.

There is so much light.

He saw a cousin of his fighting a decisive battle with a strong man from the empire. When he was already defeated, he tried his best to exchange his injuries for his life. That three-second reversal, that moment of dying together, was his past life. The condensation of everything.

He saw deserters on the battlefield, and a couple left the battlefield hand in hand. They disguised themselves as civilians and returned to Feiyan Land, hiding in the mountains.

In the three months before they were discovered, they used all their strength to love each other, to spend these peaceful days that they knew would not last long, and to burn their glory before the trial.

They were all found.

Found the ‘real sense of living’.

And me?

Dastil thought so.

At the end of the war, he, the prince, and even the fifth level of Feiyandi will appear.

He killed and burned all the way, but even when he was besieged by the three major knights of the empire, Dastil still couldn't find that feeling, the feeling that he really wanted to live and that he would burn even if he ignored death.

At this moment, Dastil was... jealous of those ordinary people from the bottom of his heart.

He was envious.

Why can these people find the ending they want so easily? Why do I always feel unwilling in my heart? Why do I always feel that this world is so boring? Such a boring reincarnation is not worth burning my life!

Eventually, he became king. He even became the heir to the blood of the throne.

[You are the younger generation, the most powerful Absalom]

The King of Flying Flames at Sacrificial Rock handed the inherited treasure to Dastil and left his own advice: [You are the most powerful, as long as you can find your wish... you can shine brighter than anyone else. 】

my wish……

[I want to break this cycle] Before the previous king died, he whispered: [I want everyone to burn forever and shine forever]

This world is too boring, the weak are always weak, and those who sacrifice are always sacrificed.

All living things are like grass, waiting to wither and burn.

Life is the seed, life is the weed.

Weeds are burned in the flames of destruction, and seeds sprout in the ashes of time. People's long and boring life will eventually turn into a short and brilliant flame. That moment of light, that moment of fire, is the meaning of life. .

Other than that, it’s all ashes.

And now.

It's now!

Amidst the wind and thunder in the sky, King Jhin steps from the past to the present!

He finally understood what was troubling him!

Those things that cannot be changed are taken for granted, those things that are solidified and cannot be changed, those that are weak can only be weak, and those that are strong will always be strong. Those classes and destiny that are as immutable as rocks make him feel boring and suffocating!

Weeds can only be burned, civilians can only kneel; monkeys obey the Monkey King, people are busy all their lives, and they cannot leave their names whether they are alive or dead!

People have been robbed of their individuality by the wind, and their faces have been obscured by ash. They clearly claim to be thoughtful human beings, animals that are higher than other animals, but in the end they are just like reeds, like nameless bees, on this tiny planet. Waiting to turn into ashes!

And now! Everything is broken!

Staring at those blue eyes, that white-haired prophet, that person who broke all the rules, stepped on all fates under his feet, and broke through reincarnation!

The awakened King Jhin laughed and stepped forward, walking towards the different sun.

That arcane path, that perpetual motion machine, this world that has been changed, this Flying Flame Land that has been dragged away from decay, and there is hope again... and those popular fifth-level bloodlines, they are all his Things that you can see but can't do or change.

Human beings imprisoned on the planet may be able to move further.

And only the person in front of me, only Ian Silverfeng, could do this.

If it were him, maybe even the brilliance of the sun would change for him, shine for him, and go out for him!

And he now needs himself as his enemy.

What a blessing!

How refreshing!

So now, now!

——Now, he wants to punch!

The infinite flames expanded, and each step expanded ten times more than the previous one. Five steps later, brilliant light like the sun burst out from King Jhin.

And the God of the Flame Abyss, who seemed to be stepping out of the flames of the earth's core, also raised his fist that was several kilometers long and wanted to smash it down at the prophet in front of him!

[Eternal Flame Spirit] is a mantle flame life, a rare pure thermal energy life. It is different from the optical and magnetic life Sun Bird born in the sun. The high-energy particle flow that constitutes the Everlasting Flame Spirit will follow the movement of the earth's core. The movement is constantly ebbing and flowing in the mantle, never leaving the lava zone throughout its lifetime.

They are eternal flames that never go out and never die, but they are also bound by the shackles called life and can never leave the hot waves and lava.

Naturally, there is no way to break through the earth's crust, come to the outside world, see the starry sky... and go to the universe.

Unless a volcano erupts.

Unless death.

Just like human beings, they have memories and desires because they will die.

——I want to defeat you, or be defeated by you.

——The short life burns brilliantly, this is the meaning of my life.

So that's it... At this moment, I am considered 'alive'!

The King of Jhin's fist fell like a meteorite at this moment, and the huge golden-red high-heat flame turned into a vortex, pouring and spinning towards Ian - since the confrontation just now, the King of Jhin has been gathering momentum, The power of his explosion at this moment was greater than the eruption of hundreds of volcanoes. When it hit the surface, it not only completely smashed half of the Feiyan Land, but also caused a clear earthquake to occur throughout the entire continent of Terra.

When the fist, which was as big as the overturning of mountains, fell, the people who were originally standing on Mount Huunai could no longer see its entirety. There were only the protruding lava and iron crystals, and only the criss-crossing textures.

The world-destroying meteorite seems to be inferior to this punch.

The pupae on the side stared at this scene.

This is the ultimate form of King Jhin. He finally got rid of the "boring" that entangled his life, found the "change" he wanted, and could burn his life with all his strength. Although he didn't do it by himself, and the person who did it was even his 'enemy', only mortals would care about such a small thing.

The world is changing, all shackles and reincarnations are broken, civilization will be sublimated, farmers' children will no longer be farmers, apes may not be nameless, the sun's brilliance will flicker because of one person, and the burning flame...

Maybe it won't turn into ashes.

However, the next moment, the pupa man suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Because Ian Silver Peak also punches.

At this moment, the entire Xiunai Mountain collapsed. Concentric cracks on the earth opened and collapsed, criss-crossing like spider webs, and blazing red gold light shone in the cracks.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, while violent and powerful magnetism, magnetism, light and terrifying gravity rose from the ground, causing all humans and all life in most of the Feiyan Land to feel a moment of weightlessness.

Then, the green-gold geomagnetic fist, with its endless gravitational force, faced King Jhin's all-spiritual fist!

It was night at the moment, but even during the day, everyone in the entire continent of Terra could see a bright and warm sun blooming in the southwest of the world!

Ordinary people cannot understand the meaning of this light. Although this light is bright, it does not carry any heat. It shines brightly but it does not hurt people's eyes if they look directly at it. And this light rises higher and higher, higher and higher, until the light penetrates Breaking through the atmosphere, it was refracted by the entire atmospheric ecosystem of Terra into rainbow auroras all over the sky, and then penetrated into the virtual realm!

The strong men stared blankly at this light, because they saw... King Jhin's all-spirit punch was actually knocked backwards by the same punch of the Silver Peak Prophet, and turned into a... meteor!

"You are burning brightly now and living wholeheartedly - this is good. In the future, everyone in the world should wake up like you."

"But Lord Jhin, I am also alive, burning with all my heart and soul for my dreams and desires."

And in this fist fight that was flowing endlessly, penetrating the material world and the virtual world, the prophet who was also going all out solemnly said: "For more than ten years, I have been living like this, burning my life, life after life."

"You have been confused all your life and only woke up for a moment, how can you defeat me!"

The King of Jhin was blasted away with one punch. At this moment, in the virtual realm, there was a silver sun shining behind Ian. The Chongling Arms was armed with thunder, and infinite computing power penetrated his soul. The prophet who went all out was not even a trace at this moment. He kept his hand, and the Steel Pioneer's module for controlling magnetism and gravity burned blazingly in the area where his heart once was.

Flying up, he knocked King Jhin into the virtual realm. It would be difficult for the world to see the details of the battle between the strong men. But even a world away, the mountains were shaking, the flames burned the sky, and the endless source of spiritual energy gathered into clouds. , there are thunderbolts like trees, snakes and dragons crisscrossing and falling, turning into waterfalls and thunderstorms.

In the virtual realm, King Jin was defeated with one punch, but he was not annoyed at all. He laughed and continued to move forward. Infinite flames rose from his heart and turned into eight arms and eight fists. Each punch came from a different direction. Different intensity, using different moves and implications, completely enveloped Ian.

But Ian closed his fists and turned his palms. He had previously mobilized the power of the Absalom Mountains underground in the Flying Fire Land to defeat King Jhin's all-spirit punch in a head-to-head collision. Now he can naturally gather the Heart of Terra in the Void Realm. The whole heart of the soul is used to suppress the eight-armed magic of the King of Ember.

He pressed down with his left hand, and the terrifying gravitational magnetic force pulled King Jhin's left-side attack downwards, and raised his sword in his right hand, condensing the ether blade to penetrate King Jhin's offensive and get straight to his heart.

The Eternal Flame Spirit's original form is a high-energy particle life, and does not rely on gravity skills at all. However, King Jhin is a human being after all. He does not rely on gravity but magnetism, so his body shape is exposed on one side, but he does not care. The entanglement turns into a spiral spear and a high-energy particle beam gun, which accelerates to sub-light speed and strikes straight out.

Swords, lights, and gun beams intersected, collided with each other, and fired with infinite energy. The etheric subspace blade that tore apart everything and the particle beam that could shatter all material states shattered everything, and the subspace was obliterated.

This time, Ian had the advantage again. Thanks to the gift of Huaiguang, his perception of time and space was stronger than that of King Jhin. The two sides predicted each other's future and fought billions of times in an instant. In the end, Ian relied on his rich prophetic experience. King Jhin was forced back and had to retreat and give way.

And at this moment, the ether shock erupted from both sides penetrated the virtual realm and the material world, causing all the mountains, forests and earth in its path to be shattered.

The material world is fine. The Chrysalis does not want to be involved in King Jhin's ultimate sublimation and the battle to realize the meaning of his own survival. In addition, one of them must protect the Flying Flame Land, so he has been taking action to suppress the aftermath. Only the area around Mount Huunai was unlucky and was completely shattered, while other places were fine, suffering from frequent earthquakes of magnitude 5 and 6.

The Void Realm was miserable. When King Jhin took a step back and stepped forward again, his flames became more intense and more wanton and violent. When Ian and King Jhin faced each other head-on again, the Flying Flame Land was already quite fierce. The ruined virtual realm was turned into a sea of ​​lava, in which storms raged and tsunamis surged.

The power of the strong intertwined, and when the endless aftershocks collided and rippled, the rushing lava tsunami was also shattered in the air. From time to time, it was stopped, reversed, deformed, and even directly turned into smoke and dust, rising continuously and straight into the sky.

While fighting, Ian felt something special about King Jhin.

He... doesn't seem to be dying.

The fifth energy level is mortal. This may be nonsense, but it deserves to be said carefully, because the power erupted when a fifth energy level dies is enough to crush the entire Terran civilization. If he is willing, he can You can drag the entire civilization and ecology with you.

There is no doubt that the power King Jhin showed just now is of this level. With one punch of the Immortal One's whole soul, it may be a bit exaggerated to blow up the Flying Flame Land, but it is enough to knock half of the Absalom Mountains away, and the wreckage It fell into the Ocean of Storms and became a small island. This kind of real earth-shattering and destructive power should not be enough for a planet to have dozens of them. Even one in a solar system is enough to make people unbearable.

But even for an exaggerated life like the fifth level, such a full blow should only be able to hit a dozen punches. Any more, and the lives burned would be enough to weaken them.

But just now, the Jhin King had punched more than a dozen punches against him?

This person is already old, and can even be said to be an antique from the era of Inaga II. How could he have wasted so much life?

Even now, King Jhin is still burning his life crazily, bombarding Ian indiscriminately - even if every attack he makes is defeated and fought back by Ian, in the next moment, he can Raise the surging ether again and launch an even crazier attack!

This is true even if in theory, Ian has caused enough injuries to kill King Jhin.

This is not surprising. In theory, Mikael can still fight with Axel. Even if there is no fight, fighting for a month can exhaust the opponent. But in fact, it doesn't take several months of fighting to make the opponent lose the ability to resist... Not to mention, King Jhin already has a trump card.

So that’s it, this is what the Psychic Order said. Does King Jhin actually have a big plan? It just seems that King Jhin and the Order of the Psychic Mechanic have found that their plans have failed in the face of the arcane path, so the Order of the Psychic Mechanic came to me, and the King of Jhin also put down his burden and decided to fight against him. burden……

Ian's heart condensed, and he maintained the offensive in his hands, but focused more on observing the virtual realm - and then he discovered that the essence of the entire virtual realm was converging towards King Jhin.

Endless spiritual energy was burned by King Jhin, erupting with incomparably powerful divine power. This divine power collided with Ian's ether and actually returned to the virtual realm. It was digested and transformed by the entire virtual realm, and returned to the form that could be destroyed. The essence of King Jhin's use!

The so-called ether is originally the creation of the Star God. Source matter and spiritual energy are all low-level energy transformed from ether and can be utilized by ordinary life. As a natural phenomenon of the etheric universe, the virtual realm itself is the differentiation of the great etheric sea into the material world. A representation of the spiritual world, it interacts with the material world at all times, creating natural ether, and decomposing excess natural ether to strengthen the material world and itself.

This is also the reason why a lifeless planet, in the cosmic environment created by the Star God, can gradually appear life after millions, tens of millions, or at most hundreds of millions of years!

But now, King Jin has turned this natural phenomenon of the universe into his own power!

Many people think that the source of spiritual energy and ether they use disappears and ceases to exist after using it - but this is not the case. These powers just overflow in the natural environment and cannot be controlled by the user again.

But King Jhin doesn't need control.

He just needs to burn...burn, and burn!

If the virtual realm is firewood, then he is the fire that ignites the virtual realm! As long as the virtual realm does not collapse, as long as his spirit and heart can continue to burn, he will be a flame that will never be extinguished!

Just like the immortal flame spirits are originally a flow of high-energy particles running in the earth's core. If the earth's core does not cool down, they will live forever.

[Yes, you found it! 】

Realizing that Ian's offensive was slowing down, he even began to actively control the surrounding virtual realm to prevent the surging natural spiritual energy of the virtual realm from flowing towards him. King Jhin laughed loudly: [This vast space and time, the infinite virtual realm, is inherently endless. Firewood, if I were an immortal fire, I would be able to ignite infinite flames for my use! 】

"Yes, you have really thought about the original intention of immortality."

Ian also expressed his appreciation. King Jhin's move is just like Axel's 'Light Forged Kingdom'. It is a technique created by the fifth-level powerhouse of Terra who wants to get rid of the shackles of the way of sublimation. It's just that the light The Kingdom of Forge is more complete, and King Jhin's move simply increases his battery life, temporarily increasing the blue bar and health bar to unlimited.

What should be defeated is still invincible.

But even so, this skill is extraordinary. This skill of using the laws of the universe itself to convert it into its own power even makes Ian feel a trace of the most primitive "other-power perpetual motion machine", but this perpetual motion machine is actually It also needs fuel, and that is the spirit of King Jhin himself.

As long as King Jhin's spirit is exhausted and he stops this skill that is close to self-immolation, he will fall from this state and return to the ordinary fifth level.

By then, King Jhin will be dead.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the moment the battle ends, it will be the death of King Jhin.

His short life burned brilliantly, and he used his own life to practice his beliefs.

"How long can you burn?"

boom! ! !

With another punch, Ian pushed King Jhin back again. This time, King Jhin retreated further than before, because Ian's power was also growing, and he gradually learned King Jhin's skills. , began to use the cycle of the virtual world and the material world to improve his strength, leaving no room for action with all his strength.

It was in such a battle that the forces of Ian and King Jhin collided, gradually transforming and sublimating, turning into a more fundamental ethereal intersection that transcended time and space.

That immortal nature is inscribed in the ether, and all beliefs and dreams are burned in the ether.

Therefore, Ian saw the true goal of the King of Jhin, or in other words, the entire Flying Flame Land and the Psychic Weapon Order.

Its name is reincarnation.

Endless, only the ‘reincarnation of fire’ in the soul.

2 chapters in one, making up for yesterday’s