National Gaowu: I Have An Infinite Replicator

The fifth floor is very high, as if there is no sixth, seventh, or eighth floor!

It should have been the sixth, seventh, and eighth floors, with only a circle of corridors, or observation decks.

That's enough space.

The tallest statue is not the tauren, but a one-eyed titan statue standing upright!

Only when the four floors are fully opened can it be placed!

And every statue exudes a turbulent terrifying aura like a stormy sea!

It's as if every statue has life!

"How about boy, do these corpses look good?"

Ling Yang turned his head and looked at the old man with the flat head who was coming.

"Good looking, lifelike..."

"Wait, corpse?!"

Ling Yang's pupils suddenly shrank!

These... are corpses?!

"Well, the old man's spoils are made into specimens for viewing."

The flat-headed old man stood beside Ling Yang, with his hands behind his back and a satisfied smile on his face.

Reminiscing that the dozens of statues in front of him are all corpses, and he personally killed them with 167"...

It must be a little scary.

But it’s unreal, these things are corpses?!

In other words, these things were alive before?!

This is like nonsense, but Ling Yang thinks so in his heart at this moment!

Alien?!

He remembered a word he often saw in Xinwu Century history textbooks!

Alien!

Recall carefully, the creatures in front of you are illustrated in textbooks!

However, the illustrations in the textbooks are so small!

The aliens in front of me, monsters!

Although the details are in place, but when you actually see it, you can't think of it at all!

And is there such power even after death?

What is it like to live?!

Ling Yang thought it was the power of the sculptor, but he didn't expect these to be corpses!

"Come."

The flat-headed old man stretched out two fingers.

Ling Yang numbly took out the cigarettes and threw the whole pack into his hand, then walked forward in a daze.

Stopped in front of each statue.

"Not even a lighter."

The flat-headed old man shook his head, rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and a ray of flame was born, lighting the cigarette.

"This lion-man overlord died in October of the first year of Xinwu."

The flat-headed old man followed Ling Yang and narrated.

"overlord?"

"Equivalent to Emperor Wu.

Ling Yang looked back at the old man, and then at the corpse of Shunren Bawang who was about eight meters tall.

Martial Emperor, the realm above Martial King.

Above the Martial Emperor, is Martial Venerable, above Martial Venerable, is Martial Saint, above Martial Saint, is the legendary Martial Emperor powerhouse, and even behind, there is a real, so-called Martial God!

"So your old man was the Martial Emperor a few hundred years ago?"

It is the 427th year of Xinwu, the year of Xinwu......

More than four hundred years ago...

How long does it take from Wu Zhe to Wu Huang?

Those who can reach the Martial Emperor must have astonishing talents, even if they have been to the Martial Emperor for two hundred years.

The one in front of me is also an old monster that has lived for six or seven hundred years...

"Well, that's what happened."

The flat-headed old man exhaled a smoke ring.

Ling Yang took out a cigarette from his pocket, smoked one, and then put the cigarette back into the space ring.

"You kid is so stingy?"

The flat-headed old man frowned.

"It's not good to smoke when you're old."

The old man smoked twice, and Ling Yang smoked there too.

The three views need to be reshaped.

"So those realms above Wu Zun are all true?"

"You think it's fake?"

The flat-headed old man gave Ling Yang a surprised look.

Ling Yang smiled wryly:

"It's hard for me to imagine the existence of those so-called Martial Saints and Martial Emperors. If they took action, this planet would have been gone long ago, right?"

"If there really are, how many of those so-called evil gods might not be enough to fight them?"

"Otherwise, why do you think those so-called gods are now huddled in other dimensions? Wasn't it hammered by our Emperor Wu?"

"However, it would be great if our Emperor Wu had a few more statues. How can those evil gods survive?"

Ling Yang was silent, he ran out of cigarettes in a few puffs, and lit another.

Seeing that Ling Yang was not interested, the old man curled his lips and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, rubbed his fingers to light it, and Ling Yang was stunned for a moment:

"You always have cigarettes?"

"do not mind the details."

The old man took a sip:

"Come with me."

Only then did Ling Yang notice that there was another room on the left.

There are piles of books in the room.

Yes, just piles of them on the ground.

The bookshelves in the back row are also full of books.

Inside the pile of books, I could barely see a table, on which a tank of goldfish was raised leisurely.

Just one.

But Ling Yang took a closer look, good guy, the fish in the bathtub has a dog-like head...

Ling Yang took a few puffs of cigarettes in succession.

The world is becoming more and more incomprehensible.

"As for your question just now... our world is not as fragile as you think.

The old man sat down and let Ling Yang choose a seat by himself.

Ling Yang looked at it, and there was a small cabinet over there, similar to a bedside table, and sat on it.

"Don't burn the book with the smoke."

The old man lowered his head to get something, and said without raising his head.

Ling Yang stretched out his hand to catch a bit of sparkling soot falling on his hand....

"What is our world like?"

The old man raised his head and looked at Ling Yang with admiration in his eyes.

"What do you think it's like?"

Ling Yang shrugged his shoulders:

"I used to think it was round, but now, I'm not sure.

"For example, where are we now, underground?"

The old man smiled:

"Underground, three hundred and sixty thousand meters."

Ling Yang took a puff of cigarette, was silent for a moment, then pointed out the window:

"Where did the moon come from? Is it the same one on the ground?"

"The same one."

Ling Yang:

He was silent, looked at the moon outside, and smoked slowly, four or five cigarettes in a row.

"I don't understand."

"Actually, I don't know much about it, but I've been there before, and it's the same one."

"Tsk tsk..."

Ling Yang only felt that his eyes were a little uncomfortable from the smoke, so he squeezed his eyes desperately and rubbed them twice.

"What do you think the fish in the bathtub look like in the world?"

The old man smiled and walked in front of Ling Yang holding the fish tank.

"Is this a fish?"

"It does not matter."

Ling Yang took over the fish tank.

The old man said:

"My table is rectangular. Tell me, what shape does this fish look at my table?"

"It appears to be dead."

The old man pouted:

"I said, it's not important."

"Maybe, it's an arc."

A circular fish tank, with water, is similar to a convex lens, and also has light refraction. The rectangular table should naturally look curved.

"Yes, this is the world in this fisheye 2.8."

"But if it closes its eyes and touches it, this square table is still a square table."

Ling Yang argued.

The old man smiled:

"First, will it come out?"

"Secondly, isn't what we call the sense of touch a kind of seeing?"

Ling Yang was stunned, he seemed to understand a little bit, but he didn't seem to understand much.

"So the circle I see is not necessarily the circle I see, and the square I see is not necessarily the square I see?"

It's a good summary, but of course it's more than that simple. It is also possible that what you see as a whole is not what you see as a whole. The individual you see is not the individual you see

Ling Yang was silent again.

Understand?

No, but a door has been opened for him.

"Let's say it's below 360,000 underground."

The old man smiled and said:

"You've been digging into the horns and thinking it's 360,000 meters underground, then you can't figure it out, where did the sun come from, where did the moon come from..."