Lord of Deception
Chapter 416 Little water droplets grow up (5k)
Experiment after experiment, starting from various angles and making small changes that do not affect the overall situation, has no effect.
The Ancient God has not given up and is still trying, because within the scope that he can capture, this node is the most critical.
There are indeed key nodes further away, but those key stages are completely determined and fixed, and they belong to the category of irreversible general trends.
This key node, at least seems to be the easiest to influence and tamper with.
Because within the key nodes, all are mortals.
He just needs to keep trying, causing a slight change, and then wait to see the results.
Unfortunately, the result is the same every time.
After enough times and enough attempts, He did confirm that the key person was Yu Ziqing.
Yu Ziqing, who has long been famous now.
He couldn't understand why Yu Ziqing seemed to be dead, and why he was still alive now. Even if he appeared as a dead person, he could understand that the human race in the past often did this kind of thing.
He wants to change this outcome.
It doesn't matter if Yu Ziqing is killed, eaten, or even falls to death, chokes to death, or dies of thirst, no matter what, it doesn't matter, as long as he changes.
However, no matter what the impact, Yu Ziqing ended up with empty eyes, unable to see anything unusual, and starved to death silently.
At this point, this key node ends here.
He has made tens of thousands of attempts against Lao Qianhuang, but he has already made hundreds of thousands of attempts against the node of Wasteland.
The closest one was to a guy who couldn't hold on anymore and his consciousness was already crazy. When he was about to bite Yu Ziqing's throat out, the guy was too weak. He was so weak that he couldn't climb three feet away with his last breath. the point.
This guy was only three feet away from Yu Ziqing.
It's obviously so close, it's obvious that we are all mortals, just mortals who are about to starve to death, but just a little bit closer, maybe we can make a tiny change.
They all died, from starvation to having their throats bitten, blood pouring into their lungs, and drowning in their own blood.
If successful, everything may change.
But it never succeeded. He guided the cannibals, from smaller nodes further away, but in the end they were just a little bit different.
It was just a little bit close, and it took Him hundreds of thousands of attempts.
From the initial failure to find the key person, to finding the key person, to tens of miles, several miles, two hills, and then three feet.
Getting closer and closer, the difference is getting smaller and smaller.
It's just that little distance that can be ignored, but it's like a chasm that cannot be crossed.
It happened that it could be seen by Him and within reach, making Him unable to give up.
This is not like Lao Qianhuang, who would give up completely when he was completely blocked and couldn't even see the slightest possibility.
He tried the wasteland node and never stopped.
At the same time, he also tried the initial node of the South China Sea Island Spirit Transformation Formation.
In the end, what achieved some results was just the follow-up promotion of the Spirit Transformation Formation.
Judging from the results alone, the Spirit Transformation Formation was indeed born, but the subsequent impact did not follow. As long as the construction of the super large Spirit Transformation Formation did not appear, the impact after the birth of the Spirit Transformation Formation was effectively stopped. Land.
The ancient gods focused their energy on the changes that were so close and within reach.
He no longer pays that much attention to the countless small changes that he once made.
In a tiny corner where He made changes that were too small to be detected, a tiny picture that was too small to be detected flashed slightly.
Under the influence of an unknown force, the tiny little waves stirred up by the ancient god had slightly undetectable changes.
Just like the small water droplets splashing when the small waves fall, when one drop falls, the direction is slightly deflected.
In the small drop of water, a snowflake appeared, and a picture emerged in the small drop of water.
It was a winter night, and the falling snowflakes were rolling and falling in the windless night. Those snowflakes seemed to be telling something and hiding something that no one knew.
There was still a lively scene in a large house in the city.
In the main hall, there is a big longevity sign posted on it. An old man with white beard and hair and age spots on his face is leading his descendants to worship an unnamed tablet. There are three jade slips placed in front of the tablet.
“Back then, I accidentally got a jade slip left by a senior, and these three pieces were the key to our family’s fortune.
It's a pity that when I went there in a panic, it rained for a few days, and rare floods and mudslides occurred on the mountain. The senior's grave could no longer be found.
I, the Jia family, all have to remember to stay calm when encountering problems, don’t panic, and never forget your kindness.
If we forget our roots, our family will not be what it is today. "
The old man burned incense to worship, but he still felt regretful that he could not find the remains of the senior and rebury them.
During the routine worship ceremony, not many of the juniors below paid much attention to these words, they just regarded them as a routine scene, performed for the guests.
The birthday banquet was lively and lively. When the birthday banquet was over and the guests had almost left, the baby's cry could be heard.
The old man turned his head and looked to the side. He no longer recognized which generation of descendants the child was holding, which made the old man feel a little confused.
He waved to the young man holding the child, and the young man held the child over with some anxiety.
"Meet Grandpa Tianzu."
The old man looked at the chubby child with affection. Hearing the name, he also remembered whose child this young man was. The last time he saw him, he seemed to be only ten years old, and now he has children.
The old man stretched out his hand, took the child, and asked casually.
"Has the child been named?"
"My grandfather gave it to me, and it's called Yuanjun."
When the old man heard this name, he felt a vague sense of familiarity, and some memories that had long been settled were revealed.
The old man raised his head and saw the blank tablet. Under that unforgettable memory, little forgotten details slowly became clear.
"what do you say that is?"
"Yuan Jun, Yuan Yuan, handsome handsome."
"Oh, that's good..." The old man was inexplicably relieved. Fortunately, he wasn't Yuan Jun.
After chatting for a few more words, the old man returned the child to his grandson. Waiting until late at night, he returned to his study room and recalled the regretful things he had done. Some vague memory fragments came back to him piecemeal in his mind.
He remembered that he seemed to have seen a rotten and broken book, and something seemed to be recorded on it. It recorded a person named Yuan Jun. He had never heard of this name. Maybe this was the owner of the tomb, or someone related to that person. It has something to do with the master.
The heavy snow in the winter night was getting heavier and heavier. When the next morning, the old man got up early and asked the family, including the young people in the family, to come and have breakfast together.
During the ordinary breakfast, the old man casually talked about the bits and pieces that he remembered.
"My life is coming to an end, and I have only one unfulfilled wish. If you are willing, help find the tomb of that senior, or where his remains are, and rebury him. Say this for me in front of his tomb. A word of thanks.”
After breakfast, the old man returned to the study and wanted to record something. He closed his eyes, leaned on the chair and thought, and never opened his eyes again.
The lifespan is exhausted and the person dies without any illness.
He left no records.
Even his children and grandchildren, no one cared about the things the old man said before he died, or they were too young and listened to them in one ear and out the other, and did not remember them at all.
When this wave fell, no one remembered it anymore, and there was no record.
Under the tampering of the ancient gods, the line that Yuan Jun's name might appear is broken here.
In the long years that followed for thousands of years, it was all blank and there was no follow-up.
But a thousand years later, one of the old man's grandsons who had breakfast with him, a little kid who was only two years old at the time, experienced a long time and difficult path of cultivation, and finally became the Yang God.
He recovered the memories that had been forgotten thousands of years ago and before he was three years old. The memories of his entire life since his birth have been recovered.
Including, what I heard during breakfast that morning when I was two years old.
He remembered that there was a name, Yuan Jun.
Unfortunately, he had heard of Shijun and Wenjun a few years ago.
Excavated from the ancient times, in the even more ancient era when the tenth level road was once uninterrupted, there were two peak powerhouses of the human race.
The prototype of a new node appeared at this moment.
From that unknown perspective, countless small waves were rolling. Under the countless inconspicuous beginnings affected by the ancient gods, there seemed to be something. After the ancient gods set off the waves, at the moment when the waves had not yet fallen, something happened. A little bit of influence.
It's just that the endless waves are falling, but there is still no change, and it is still the same as the ancient god predicted.
There is only an extremely small chance that there will be a tiny little splash of water droplets that will undergo some unexpected changes.
Only a handful of these small water droplets will slowly transform into a prototype node.
Of course the ancient god didn't notice it, and even if he did, he didn't have the extra energy to care.
He just almost collided with two jelly grasses in their home arena, and finally captured the most critical node. He had no time to deal with a new small node that had just emerged among countless small nodes.
…
Daqianlangyayuan, a Yangshen realm monk with a few white hairs on his temples, entered it after verification.
Daqian monks and those who advance to the rank of great monk are eligible to enter the Langya Library to borrow classics for at least three days.
The number of god-refining monks is small, and there will be seven days.
If you are a casual cultivator and are willing to accept Langya Academy's recruitment, you can actually join Langya Academy directly.
It's a pity that there are very few casual cultivators with no background who can cultivate the gods and become Yang gods by themselves.
As for this kind of casual cultivator with no background, those who can reach the realm of Yuanshen can count on their fingers three thousand years ago.
The great monk entered Langya Academy and followed the normal procedure to check the classics in Langya Library.
Unsurprisingly, he was dazzled. There were too many books he wanted to borrow, and there were too many things that were helpful to him, but he couldn't finish them all.
After the seven days were up, he accepted the invitation from a courtyard leader and entered Langya Academy.
The family he grew up in when he was young has long since declined, and he has no children and is alone. When he enters Langya Academy, he can hold a letter talisman given by the head of the academy and enter Langya Library to read most of the classics.
He eagerly replenished his nutrition and used the sea of knowledge in Langya's library to fill in the gaps in his practice.
After everything settled down and his mentality stabilized, one day, when passing by, he saw the sacrificial inscriptions placed at the entrance of Langya Library again, and he thought of the word Yuan Jun.
He read the classics on his own, but his progress was very slow. He needed someone to guide him and more resources. He thought of some of the things Langya Academy did when Wenjun's memorial text appeared.
He was thinking, should he try to find something related to Yuan Jun?
If he could find it, many of his troubles would be solved.
He shook his head in amusement, how long has Langya Library been around?
Is it his turn to look it up here?
A few days ago, I heard from a student that the organization had just been completed in Langya Library. The number of classics has almost been counted, and it is an extremely huge number.
Just like this, there was once a head of the academy who had read all the classics in the entire Langya Library.
The great monk did not waste time betting on illusory things. He studied very solidly and hard as always.
With a background in Yang Shen realm, he learned things very quickly and even started to attend classes and study with some students.
Langya Academy does not stop this kind of behavior of skipping classes. At most, it only reminds them to do according to their ability.
A few days later, the head of the hospital who recruited him told him that there was an opportunity.
The island in the South China Sea is now in need of manpower. There are several heads of colleges who are recruiting people. The minimum requirement is Yangshen Realm. The academic requirements can be lowered. It only needs to be at the level of a student who has been enrolled in Langya Academy for 30 years.
The realm requirement is originally the lowest eighth level, but within Langya Academy, there are really not that many eighth-level god-refining souls who are reliable, free, and willing to go.
There are many outside, but the heads of the academy do not dare to recruit high monks from other forces to the big island.
Now the requirements have been lowered, and only the seventh-level Yang Shen realm is enough. This great monk is from a casual cultivator and has no background, so he meets the requirements.
The head of the hospital who recruited him wanted to make a point, so he said.
"Here are the minimum requirements for the heads of each hospital. You can see which one you meet, and then see if you have any ideas in this regard.
I suggest you go. I can vouch for you. This is a rare opportunity.
If you are diligent enough and can study hard enough, it is not easy for you to become Yang Shen.
Going further, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult.
I can tell you news that if you go to the big island, you will not be short of cultivation resources.
The Hungry Ghost Company... is so damn generous. "
These last words moved the great monk's heart.
As a casual cultivator, he knows best how difficult it is for a casual cultivator to obtain resources.
The great monk took the list and asked sincerely.
"I have the guidance of President Lao Cheng, which President is suitable for me..."
Dean Cheng was silent for a moment, looking at the poor appearance of the great monk who couldn't find a good magic weapon, and pointed to one of the names.
"The head of the farm, he is the best at spiritual plants. Many kinds of elixirs needed by the god-refining monks are from the hands of the head of the farm.
You went to follow him. Although it might be a little dangerous, the latest and greatest elixir was definitely available.
You'd better prepare in advance..."
The great monk bowed to express his thanks, and after signing up, he immediately began to make preparations.
He learned about the life of the leader of the agricultural college, and went to Langya Library to check out relevant classics in his field. He didn't need to be too proficient, at least he had to know, and he couldn't be ignorant of everything.
Especially for all kinds of spiritual plants, you have to write them down in advance. Which ones are poisonous? You can't tell how they were poisoned, and it would be unfair to die.
As the great monk consulted the classics, he went deeper and deeper.
The node he represented began to become clearer and clearer.
Three months later, the great monk was in an uninhabited corner of the Langya library, looking up some unpopular books on geography in agriculture.
He found a rubbing on a stone tablet. The writing was not the current writing, but was from early antiquity.
Fortunately, he had just tinkered with the evolution of characters and runes a few months ago, and he could recognize these characters.
Then, he saw the word Yuan Jun among a bunch of missing words on a page of rubbings.
At this moment, the prototype of the node was completely formed and turned into a node.
Because this is the record of the Eight Classics of Children.
The Ancient God can use countless small changes to erase too much information.
However, as long as there is still one person in this world who remembers it, He will never be able to completely erase it. As if it had never appeared, He can only hide it and spend a long time forgetting it.
In fact, this can also lead to bullying and bullying.
Just like the name of Tiger, no matter how clean it is, as soon as Tiger steps into the world, his name will be stamped on this world again, and there is no need to record it at all.
When the names of people who have fallen disappear, things related to them will naturally disappear slowly. This is the most important thing, and it is not just a symbolic meaning.
The great monk found out the name of Yuan Jun, and he told the chief of Cheng Yuan about it. He didn't care about the rest of the matter anymore, because his review was over and he could go to Nanhai.
…
More than a month later, Yu Ziqing received a piece of news.
Langya Academy found news about a big shot named Jun. I heard he was named Yuan Jun, and he had only one name.
Yu Ziqing didn't know why, with just one name, Langya Academy started to build momentum?
This set is too skillful.
However, the moment Yu Ziqing got the news, the word Yuan Jun fell into his eyes.
After the node of the great monk, there are endless possibilities, which emerge in a nearly explosive way.
The ancient god who was busy trying, the moment he noticed the change, it was too late.
Those endless possibilities are all unknown, and that node is also completely nailed down, and there is no possibility of change.
A small drop of water splashed in a small wave finally burst out with terrible power.
…
In the non-existent place that does not exist in the present world, in the endless nothingness, an old man sat in the air, in front of him, there was a chessboard, he put down a piece, and there seemed to be a torrent in his eyes.
"That person is really unwilling to give up, still trying.
That's right, that person can't capture what happened after the opening.
It depends on when that person can figure it out, just like he can't capture me.
He can't capture that young man either.
I hope that person can figure it out later, so that I can take the opportunity to break the situation..."
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