in the edge

Chapter 615 Past and Future

Du Chengfeng is probably dead.

At least that's what Wu Zhao saw. The entire cave had been destroyed, and the only one who walked out was Wenquxingjun, who was stained black by ink - of course, perhaps he himself should also be counted, if his current state could really be considered alive.

"Of course you are alive."

Wenquxingjun seemed to have noticed Wu Zhao's doubts and laughed softly.

"You are conscious, can make your own judgments, and can even do some things... Just like now, you even want to take over my body, or even destroy me directly from the physical level, then why are you not considered alive?"

"But still...you still let me live."

Wu Zhao, who was held in the hand of Wenquxingjun, became more and more angry.

The opponent before him clearly knew everything, yet still let him live and even allowed him to do whatever he wanted. As a former strong man himself, he knew very well what kind of thinking was behind this.

This means that this opponent named Wenquxingjun did not take him seriously from the very beginning.

It's like a person encountering an ant. Even if the ant bites hard, it doesn't matter to the person. After all, the so-called bite is too weak and can't even hurt the skin. Once upon a time, he used this condescending attitude to treat ordinary people. After all, these weak people are just like ants and are not worthy of his attention.

But now, this time, he became the ant.

It was at this time that Wu Zhao fully realized that being treated like an ant was indeed very uncomfortable, especially since he had no way to deal with Wenquxingjun at the moment - whether it was physical annihilation or spiritual attack, he was no match for Wenquxingjun, and he couldn't even provoke the other party to want to fight.

Of course, he may have one last way, which is to die on the spot and die directly in front of Wenquxingjun.

Perhaps this could be considered an act of escape, but at least it would temporarily relieve him from the anger and prevent him from having any mood swings because of this incident.

But now he couldn't even die.

The warm flames burned him, it was a familiar temperature, this was not the method of Wenquxingjun, but came from Du Chengfeng's method. However, when Wu Zhao fought with him in the past, he felt more of the heat of this flame, the heat that was enough to cut a person in an instant.

But now, what this flame conveys is warmth, confidence, and even optimism about living.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, Wu Zhao could not die even if he wanted to. This was due to the encouragement and support from his former opponent. It was precisely because of this support that he could not firm up his will to completely destroy himself.

His thoughts were disturbed by the flames.

This method of controlling fire is obviously more skillful, more weird, and more unpredictable than the original Du Chengfeng's.

What's more, it is unacceptable.

"who are you?"

Unable to even die, Wu Zhao simply gave up resisting completely.

Even if he was assimilated, even if he was infected by thoughts, even if he became the same as Du Chengfeng, even if he became the so-called Wenquxingjun today... before everything came, before everything happened, he just wanted to ask the last question.

"Who are you? Are you still Du Chengfeng? Or are you really that... Wenquxingjun? No, what on earth are you?"

"Is this kind of thing important?"

Wenquxingjun just shook his head slightly.

"The so-called name is just a title. When I act according to Du Chengfeng's logic, you can naturally call me Du Chengfeng. When I completely agree with Wenquxingjun's philosophy, I will naturally become Wenquxingjun... You are too mediocre, so you can only see the external appearance. But you are right. Your experience, your past, your actions, your thinking, everything about you, can't let you see the truth clearly."

"I……"

Faced with this answer that was almost tantamount to a mockery, Wu Zhao became even angrier.

His experiences, his past, they were all fought out in blood and fire, fought step by step with his own strength. They were the proof of his survival, and that was the way he came here... Well, even if there were things he didn't know, but the blood and sweat he paid, the fights in which he risked his life, how could they all be negated with such a light sentence?
But it was precisely because of the battles along the way that Wu Zhao quickly calmed down.

You can't deal with any opponent just by relying on the hot-bloodedness brought about by momentary anger. This will only make you die faster, or even make you unable to die, and fall into the hands of your opponent and be toyed with at will. As a warrior who has fought in blood and fire, Wu Zhao knows very well that he must remain calm at the moment. Only calmness can allow him to quickly analyze some usable information in this extreme disadvantage.

First of all, there is one thing that can probably be confirmed.

That is, Du Chengfeng is probably really dead.

Although he could not quite understand this way of death, after all, just before that, Du Chengfeng still had a crushing victory posture, but immediately, just when Du Chengfeng was about to reap the fruits of his victory, everything suddenly took a turn for the worse.

It was only a moment, but it seemed as if more than a month had passed. After that moment, the former Du Chengfeng completely turned into the so-called Wenquxingjun.

"This battle must be a fraud."

As a seasoned warrior, Wu Zhao immediately grasped the key point.

First make it look like the opponent has a good chance of winning, so as to test all of the opponent's moves, and then when the opponent thinks victory is in his grasp, suddenly deliver a fatal blow - although this method is not too common in battle, it is obviously not rare either. Many warriors like to use this style of play, and he himself has used it several times when he was young.

The only thing that was a little unexpected was that the person who fell victim this time would be Du Chengfeng.

Wu Zhao actually admired this former opponent very much. After all, few people could beat him into such a miserable state. And facts have also proved that his opponent is indeed capable. Relying on his unremitting pursuit of strength, he has moved higher and higher, even to the point where he needs to look up to him.

This was a respectable opponent, Wu Zhao thought.

But this respectable opponent died in the end.

Just like what will happen to all warriors, just like the fate of many warriors, since they have chosen strength, chosen to become stronger, and chosen to find their own shelter in endless battles, then dying in a battle has become inevitable.

Sooner or later he will encounter a stronger opponent, sooner or later he will encounter an enemy that he is completely unable to face. As a warrior, Wu Zhao himself knows very well that just as he will be defeated by Du Chengfeng, Du Chengfeng will sooner or later be defeated by an even stronger enemy.

But what Wu Zhao didn't expect was that this day would come so soon.

It even happened right in front of him.

"But...your death is not meaningless."

After briefly mourning his former opponent, Wu Zhao began to quickly analyze the current situation.

This death was indeed not meaningless. After all, it was Du Chengfeng's death that allowed Wu Zhao to obtain crucial information - although he still couldn't quite understand this information. After all, the methods of this so-called Wenqu Star Lord were too mysterious and unreasonable. It was clearly a win-win situation, but it was completely lost in just a moment.

But this at least made Wu Zhao realize that when facing the God of Literature, a temporary victory is not a victory at all.

"And judging from the results... it should be some kind of mind infection?" Thinking of this, Wu Zhao began to try to understand this battle.

Yes, it was thought infection. Just like he could transfer his consciousness to the weapon through the so-called "Weapon Disintegration" secret method, Wenquxingjun probably used a similar method to cover Du Chengfeng's consciousness with his own will.

However, this coverage is faster and more advanced, and does not require any special rituals to assist. Everything is completed in just a moment.

"But if we do this...what's the purpose?"

After reviewing the entire battle situation, Wu Zhao suddenly noticed something was wrong.

It was true that Wenquxingjun had won. After seizing control of the body, he could have completely destroyed himself and dragged Du Chengfeng to death with him - according to Wu Zhao's intelligence, there were many Wenquxingjuns, so dying one or two to get rid of a strong enemy was a more profitable thing no matter how you looked at it, and it was also what Wenquxingjun had always been doing.

But Wenquxingjun did not do so. Instead, he chose to take it back directly after assimilation.

No one would do meaningless things, there must be some purpose behind it.

It was as if he hadn't died yet.

"He didn't even assimilate me, which means that this was also part of his plan."

After realizing this, Wu Zhao felt a lot more relaxed.

He was not killed not because of the strong's disregard for the weak, but because the other party felt that there was still a need for him to be alive - although it was highly likely that they would not use him to do anything good, but this was not the strong's disregard for the weak after all, which was much easier for Wu Zhao to accept.

After he strengthened his mind, Wu Zhao's thoughts became clearer.

"He must be very knowledgeable about the soul, so he can do such a thing. This also means..."

"This means that your thoughts are like a blank sheet of paper to us."

Just when Wu Zhao was reviewing the entire battle situation, Wenquxingjun suddenly spoke.

"Since you can think of this level, why do you think that the so-called spirit you mentioned can help you hide something from us?"

"you……"

Wu Zhao, whose thoughts were exposed, was speechless for a long time.

Yes, he should have thought of this earlier. If the other party was a master who specialized in spirit and soul, then his current situation would be almost defenseless to the other party - but for the fact that his thoughts were seen through, Wu Zhao didn't care at the moment.

"I can't beat you anyway."

At this moment, Wu Zhao actually laughed.

"Since I can't beat you, then naturally I don't care what happens to you. But you kept me here until now. It seems that you still want me to do things... Then things become interesting. What you want to do is one thing, and whether I am willing to do it is another."

"You'll be willing to do it."

Wenquxingjun just sighed softly.

"After all, this matter is also very important to you, or rather, to everyone..."

Along with these words, ink dripped onto Wu Zhao's body.

A large amount of information also flooded into Wu Zhao's mind.

"This, this, this, this..."

Faced with the huge amount of information flooding into his mind, Wu Zhao was speechless for a long time.

Although he had thought about this kind of thing before, that there might be other worlds outside of this world, and more places where he could find a place to stay - he also wanted to pursue these things at one time, wanted to go to more worlds and experience more battles, but the results of his practice told him that all this was false, this world itself was closed, and there was simply no more place to go.

So he was lost and disappointed for a time, thinking that the world was boring, and even sought death to give himself a long rest.

But the information that Wenqu Xingjun gave him answered a question he had never thought of.

That is, why is the world he lives in closed?

"Because our world is dead."

Before Wenquxingjun opened his mouth, Wu Zhao had already muttered to himself, saying the result that he had never thought of.

"Or in other words, all of us, everyone in this world, are actually dead."

"To be more precise, I have died."

Wenquxingjun sighed.

"When the world itself begins to wither, there is no way to escape. The only thing we, or we who were once alive, can do is to leave behind information about our existence and record the path we took..."

“But this record, or rather these records, have their own ideas and will.”

Wu Zhao was still muttering to himself.

When everyone is first born, their mind is just a blank sheet of paper. It is the experiences accumulated from the choices made along the way that determine what this person will become.

And now, even though the physical body has been destroyed at some unknown time, the thoughts and will brought by the experience still continue to exist with the previous thoughts and actions. This situation...

"Are we alive or dead?"

"This kind of thing is not important, not important at all."

Wenquxingjun shook his head.

"As long as we go to the real outside world, we can truly live, right?"

It was at this time that Wu Zhao was completely dyed black by the ink.

After completely agreeing with Wenquxingjun's ideas, he also became a part of Wenquxingjun.

(End of this chapter)