in the edge

Chapter 614 Self-Restraint
Those nine Du Chengfengs, or the nine magic weapons, were originally part of Du Chengfeng.

Just like the other demon soldiers would return to his body, the nine selves he killed would also become part of him again, just like water would eventually flow into the sea, and fallen leaves would eventually return to their roots.

But in this process, something that did not belong to him flowed into his body.

That is part of the idea of ​​Wenquxingjun.

A thought that did not belong to himself flowed into his mind. This feeling was so familiar to Du Chengfeng. The nine selves in front of him were indeed himself, but they were also weapons used by Wenquxingjun.

And now, as he obtained these weapons, he also felt the consciousness of Wenquxingjun attached to the weapons.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity for Du Chengfeng, and it is also a rare opportunity that allows him to feel his opponent more clearly. He certainly will not let it go.

Feeling the memories carried by nine weapons at the same time was undoubtedly a test for Du Chengfeng. In addition, he had not used this ability seriously for some time, so he was inevitably a little unfamiliar when doing it - but soon, he adapted to this feeling, and also adapted to the change of perspectives that he had experienced countless times.

It was as if he himself had become those weapons, or rather, he was those weapons.

Immediately afterwards, Du Chengfeng felt that someone was holding him in the hand.

The one who held him was not Wenquxingjun, but the people who challenged Wenquxingjun. These powerful people who controlled the magic soldiers charged at Wenquxingjun for their own future - but all this was meaningless in the end. Facing the overwhelming Wenquxingjuns and the absolute numerical advantage, these former strong men finally fell under the suppression of countless ink.

Can quantity really be considered an advantage?

In the past, these strong men disdained this matter. They all knew very well that the strong are strong, and no matter how many weak people there are, they are still just weak people after all, just like cattle and sheep cannot withstand the tearing of tigers and wolves even if they are in groups. For strong men like them, dealing with a weak person like Wenquxingjun should be like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

But now...

Quantity can really be considered an advantage.

Just like the saying goes, "A group of ants can kill an elephant," not to mention that what appeared in front of them was another group of elephants. When these powerful enemies attacked them without any moral principles, their defeat became a matter of course.

As a result, they, who were once high and mighty, were defeated by the fighting methods of mortals, and even crushed into powder like mortals.

Their weapons were seized by their opponents.

That was Wenquxingjun, or rather, the Wenquxingjuns. These Wenquxingjuns looked exactly the same, and their behaviors were not much different, but as weapons in the hands of these Wenquxingjuns, Du Chengfeng could still feel the subtle differences between them - obviously, they were all Wenquxingjuns, but it could also be said that none of them were Wenquxingjun himself.

That’s why they want to be themselves more.

Or, just start a new business.

"Ok?"

Du Chengfeng suddenly realized that something was wrong, because the scene in front of him suddenly became blurry. Clearly, the Wenquxingjun were still picking up their weapons the moment before, but the next moment, they suddenly appeared in front of him!
Along with the appearance of these Wenquxingjun, there are also those noisy sounds.

The sounds clearly seemed to come from far away, yet they seemed to be very close. Some of these sounds came from Wenquxingjun, which Du Chengfeng could hear, but some of the sounds seemed to come from even more distant places. Those sounds traveled through time and appeared in Du Chengfeng's ears and in his heart.

Du Chengfeng could clearly feel that these were the people that the Wenquxingjun had met, and this was the path that the Wenquxingjun had walked.

This is the life of the Wenquxing.

A large amount of information flooded into his mind. Those were the experiences of the Wenquxing. Because the amount of information was too huge and the things recorded in those memories were too impressive, Du Chengfeng's own original memories showed signs of being forgotten.

Encountering this familiar situation, Du Chengfeng clearly realized what he was going through.

There is no doubt that this is a body-snatching battle.

Different from the passive possession that occurred when he was sharpening weapons in the past, this time it was an active possession from the Gods of Literature - the Gods of Literature were consciously using their will and memory to cover his consciousness, his will, his past, and everything about him.

If he cannot maintain his firmness at this time, he will immediately become a new Wenquxingjun.

"……this?"

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt confused.

It's not like he hasn't experienced similar things before. He has experienced passive possession of a weapon, and he has even experienced active possession of a weapon once. But it is precisely because of this experience that he can feel the difference more clearly.

This was not an active possession of another's body. Wenquxingjun had never thought of destroying his will and then occupying his body. After all, he didn't have any body to occupy at the moment, so this kind of thing was meaningless.

It's more like assimilation.

Let him remember the experiences of Wenquxingjun, let him remember everything about Wenquxingjun. When everything he has is covered, he will naturally become another Wenquxingjun.

The flowing silver light gathered together, but there were some impurities in the middle. It was at this time that Du Chengfeng realized that even his previous victory might have been predicted by Wenquxingjun, or the Wenquxingjuns.

If he loses, then everything will be over, but even if he wins, he will be assimilated by Wenquxingjun.

The only one who walks out from here will be Wenquxingjun, not him.

This was the trap set for him by Wenquxingjun.

"Just like this, you want to beat me?"

Facing the nine Wenquxing Gods, flames ignited in Du Chengfeng's hands.

That was the big sword that had accompanied him all the way, and at this moment it once again responded to his call, just like when he fought with the gray-black fire phoenix. At that time, he was facing thousands of troops that he had killed before - but this time, he was facing only nine enemies.

Although there were nine powerful men, it was still too difficult to take him down with such a small number...

"……Um?"

When he chopped down with the knife, Du Chengfeng suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong with the feel of his hand.

Although there was no feeling of hitting a physical object in this spiritual battle, the feeling of not hitting anything was too strange. He clearly remembered that the souls he killed in his consciousness also had the feeling of hitting something, but this time...

This time, Wenquxingjun turned into a pool of ink in front of him.

No matter how sharp the knife is, it is impossible to cut the ink stain, because it is just a water stain. When the blade cuts in, the water stain separates, but when the blade pulls out, the water stain comes together again, condensing into the vague image of Wenquxingjun.

"You..." Du Chengfeng suddenly realized that even if he had made all kinds of calculations, he might not have truly predicted the strength of Wenquxingjun.

The opponent's weird methods, strange attack methods, special fighting style... are simply unheard of!

It seems that the fighting style of Wenquxingjun is incompatible with everyone in this world.

"That's because you are too obedient to the world itself."

It was at this moment that a vaguely identified Wenquxingjun suddenly spoke.

"Seeing you holding this knife, do you want to kill me with evil spirit? Why do you think evil spirit can be useful to us?"

"You... actually have your own consciousness?"

Du Chengfeng clenched the knife in his hand, feeling the warmth coming from the handle.

The situation was not normal, he should have been facing only a memory of Wenquxingjun, but now this memory was speaking to him... and this meant that what he was facing was not a consciousness at all, but the real Wenquxingjun himself!
He actually came over to fight him in person, what a big scene!
"I am waiting for him, but I am also waiting for someone else."

It was at this moment that the blurry figure spoke again.

"The body is only a carrier of consciousness, and the shell is only a restraint of consciousness... You only think about conforming to the power of this world, but never think about exploring the truth itself."

As he said this, the blurry figure's hand touched Du Chengfeng's shoulder.

Du Chengfeng had clearly made a move to dodge, but the hand still touched his shoulder. It was more of an invasion of consciousness than an actual touch - so, in just a moment, half of Du Chengfeng's body was stained with ink.

Or in other words, he was tainted with traces of the God of Literature.

With just one touch, half of his body had turned into the appearance of Wenquxingjun.

Wenquxingjun's thoughts further invaded his consciousness, and even made him begin to agree with Wenquxingjun's ideas - after all, Wenquxingjun was indeed powerful, which meant that Wenquxingjun was at least on the right path in becoming stronger.

"I...actually began to identify with him?"

Du Chengfeng was stunned, but for a moment he couldn't find any reason to refute.

After all, he was indeed at a disadvantage at the moment, and was indeed suppressed by Wenquxingjun the entire time. Facing such an opponent, it was difficult for him to say that the other party had really practiced something wrong - but it was precisely because of this initial recognition that Du Chengfeng's entire will began to change.

The infection of ink continued. He not only recognized the strength of Wenquxingjun, but even began to agree with his ideas and concepts.

"Yes, that's it, that's how it should be..."

Unconsciously, Du Chengfeng began to mutter to himself.

"I am everything, everything is me, everything can be me, everything can become me... It turns out that the body is just a carrier of consciousness, and it turns out that will itself is the reality of this world..."

"Since you understand this, you should also understand that we are right."

The blurry figure in front of Du Chengfeng sighed.

"After all, you have already understood this level, so you should have also realized that this world is abnormal."

"..."

Du Chengfeng remained silent and just nodded subconsciously.

Yes, this world is abnormal.

Du Chengfeng had actually been more or less aware of this since he was a rookie, but at the time he was still busy surviving and fighting for his life, so he didn't think much about it. But after he could truly be said to have power, after he knew the secret information about this world, the feeling of abnormality in his heart became more obvious.

Mental strength, evil spirit, power of incense and vows, all kinds of power, although they come from different sources and have their own negative effects, but after coming into contact with these things, Du Chengfeng always vaguely felt that there was some connection among them.

But in the past, he had obtained too little information, so he only had a vague understanding of the nature of these powers.

But this time...

"Actually, is it going to be like this?"

Feeling the warmth in his hand, Du Chengfeng looked down at the big knife in his hand.

He once thought that the sword that had accompanied him for so long was carrying the remnant soul of Yang Sanlang, but according to the knowledge he had gained from Wenquxingjun and the will he had just accepted...

This is not a remnant soul at all, it is just a piece of information.

A piece of information that carries Yang Sanlang's memories.

"The so-called human will is the carrier of information. His past determines his present, and his present will determine his future... So what you said about this being a remnant soul is not wrong, but it's not accurate enough."

It was at this moment that the blurry figure in front of him spoke again.

"Everything is just an appearance. Information is the source of power. The so-called evil spirit, the so-called mental strength, the so-called incense and vows, everything is just an appearance... In the final analysis, they are all the use of information, the use of will, whether it is the use of other people's will or your own will."

"so……"

As Wenquxingjun spoke, Du Chengfeng's eyes gradually became as dark as ink.

So this is the real idea of ​​Wenquxingjun. The Wenquxingjun scattered on the material level is just an appearance. They did promise to let all the powerful people go out of the domain, but they did not say that they would let those powerful people go out of the domain according to their ideas.

The only one who can truly go beyond the realm is Wenquxingjun himself, and only the underlying consciousness that belongs to the original Wenquxingjun, hidden deep in the minds of all Wenquxingjuns.

And now, this underlying consciousness has also invaded Du Chengfeng's mind.

"So that's how it is. This is the outer realm..."

As the ink completely stained his entire body, the newly born Wenquxingjun gradually understood everything.

(End of this chapter)