Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

The robots could clearly see that the top of the tide was holding the remains of the compatriots who had just self-destructed, as if their dead souls had led the light up.

Snapped.

The blue book clenched in the leader's hand fell to the ground.

Because it saw an unprecedented grand illusion, countless half-illusory and half-substantial figures were mixed in the boundless ocean of light, rushing forward one after another.

"Who are those?" people around him asked one after another.

The leader was shocked: "Can you see it?"

"You can see it!" Others couldn't hide their shock.

"Those...those models, why have I never seen them before?"

The leader took a closer look and immediately recognized many familiar and unfamiliar figures.

These robots have different appearances, and they are obviously "original" according to the classification.

Those are the leaders or the past enemies of the entire clan’s resistance forces. The former rulers of these so-called “original clans” have clearly died in the previous generation, or the generation before that, or even more distant times.

The "young people" around him did not know each other, but as a witness to every uprising, the leader was deeply impressed by the enemies who were buried with the failed past.

It's just that the enemies are reunited at this time. The leader has no intention of reminiscing about the past, and the other party has no nagging thoughts. He just encourages Guangyang to rush towards the rocket.

There are more robot models that even the leader does not recognize or even understand, but no matter what they look like, they are all doing the same thing.

The leader finally understood that they were all the countless dead buried in Mount Sumeru over the course of eternity.

Their will transcends race, grievances, and the past, and serves only one goal - to help the rocket lift off.

Help this last group of survivors truly break out of the prison.

As a result, they were quickly destroyed in form and spirit by the little ghosts that were turned into flaming fire slurry around them.

But Chen Ze has also received the light snow coming up.

Therefore, the rocket that was supposed to fall into the boundless abyss soared into the sky until it penetrated into the dome.

The thickness of the crystal wall this time was thinner than expected, so the darkness experienced by the passengers was not long.

But the consumption is not small at all.

By the time the rocket tip broke through the ground, the light snow was so thin that it couldn't even maintain the protective force field.

Therefore, when Chen Ze didn't even stop and immediately controlled the rocket to continue taking off, he naturally attracted a lot of incomprehensible criticism.

"9527?"

"This dome is fake!" Chen Ze's body was almost unable to bear the load, and he could hardly even make a sound.

"What?!" The leader was obviously shocked.

However, compared to Chen Ze's almost falling apart body, the next words made the leader even more despairing.

"We're still on the seventeenth floor!"

"The radiation is about to seep in, it's too late!"

Chen Ze didn't hide it, so the new generations who were also on the top floor heard clearly.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.
In just a moment, there were explosions inside the cabin, and robots continued to lose control due to radiation penetration. This made the situation worse and made the rocket, which was already low on energy, even more dangerous.

"Let's go down!" A new generation jumped out of the rocket without hesitation, and in the rapid dissociation, it turned into a condensation that was far more refined than ordinary soul cores.

The new generation not only has an extraordinary affinity for soul cores when they are alive, but the soul cores they transform into after death are also astonishingly effective, like miniature black holes, sucking back the waves of light snow that originally fell due to loss of guidance.

From this, Chen Zecai was able to continue to establish contact with Guangxue Wangyang and draw a steady stream of energy from it.

The leader fell to the ground, his field of vision completely occupied by the huge scale.

It saw that the sacrificed compatriots had turned into weights and pressed onto the pallet, bringing the already tilted balance back to balance.

But the darkness still exerts its force.

There are seemingly endless demons, big and small, in the world of flames, constantly emerging from the magma, trying to stop the rocket and its passengers forever.

Moreover, the repulsive force coming from the center of the earth became more and more intense, making it difficult for the rocket to maintain balance, and instead became a drag on liftoff.

So the leader saw the compatriots saying goodbye to each other, and the devotees made an agreement with the ones left behind, allowing them to see the outside world clearly for themselves, and then jumped down, exploded, and used their meager power to boost the rocket into the sky, transforming it into The soul core absorbs external radiation.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The original tribesmen who were still burning fuel were blown up first, and then even the new generation were consumed.

Leaders see that the two ends of the scale are constantly swinging, and it is difficult to distinguish between the serious and the serious.

But there is still a distance between the rocket and the real dome.

All the evil spirits on the seventeenth floor rushed to stop him like crazy.

Then the leader saw that the pregnant women who had been protected from beginning to end disintegrated on their own, transformed into soul core components, and formed a new generation of robots with the remaining fetuses.

The leader wanted to stop it, but he couldn't find a reason.

Along the way, pregnant women have long been left alone. Perhaps their wish is to pass on and entrust their hopes to the future?
Rumble, rumble!

The leader watched as these newly awakened new generations jumped off the rocket one by one and turned into soul cores.

The darkness at the far end of the scale is still pressing.

But the tribesmen are equally desperate.

The leader just watched robots jumping down one after another, from the entire clan, to the missing clan, to the original clan, to the mascot-like sweeper and other elders, and then to
The leader looked around and couldn't find a single robot except himself and 9527.

Oh.

Not one is left.

The leader suddenly understood.

"It's gone. It's gone. Everyone." The leader was murmuring in a trance when he was suddenly shocked.

Bang!

The rocket has peaked.

But it still lacks a crucial boost to break through the dome.

The leader saw that in the boundless fog, the scale itself was about to be swallowed by darkness.

But on the pallet at the near end of the scale, the weights formed by all the compatriots still exist, like a weak candle doing its best to resist the darkness.

Gordon.

The leader stood up suddenly.

It tremblingly took out the blue book that never left its body, and turned to face Chen Ze, who only had a pile of scattered parts left.

Due to the high temperature, overload, and the huge pressure brought by manipulating the soul core, Chen Ze's body had already fallen apart and collapsed.

But the core of his existence is divinity. As long as he can bear it, there is no difference between a pile of scrap metal and a precision instrument.

"Tianji." The leader tried hard to stabilize the voltage, forcibly controlled the body that was short-circuited due to radiation, and handed over the blue book.

Then an incomplete mechanical arm that could barely be called a hand stretched out from the pile of scattered parts and took over the blue book.

"I have a question that I still don't know the answer to." The leader asked calmly, as if he could not see the countless evil ghosts surrounding him.

"Can you answer me?"

"Say it." Chen Ze replied in a divine onomatopoeia.

"This book was picked up by me, no, one of us in the altar of transformation." The leader spoke quickly,
"There are stories recorded in human language. I deciphered this language and learned a lot of knowledge from it. Secrets of heaven."

The leader suddenly paused and asked,

"Can you understand the text inside?" "I can understand it." Chen Ze affirmed.

In fact, while the leader was speaking, Chen Ze had already read it over.

With the blessing of the Divine, it does not take even a moment to read the contents of a mere thin book.

"I always thought this story was the reason why we, I mean, all of us were imprisoned here."

Leader Semantics briefly introduced the story in the book that it understood,
"Once upon a time, there was a wicked man who ruled a group of people. The wicked man wanted to expand his sphere of influence, so he forced others to surrender to him and follow the rules set by the wicked man. But there was a man who did not want to be ruled by the wicked man. He rebelled but failed. Finally, he and other resisters were imprisoned forever by the evildoers. "

"Do I understand correctly?"

The leader asked nervously, looking like a child carefully holding his homework to be handed over to the teacher for inspection.

"That's not right." Chen Ze responded in a deep voice, making the leader thump and almost lose his balance.

"What's wrong?" the leader asked in fear.

"The story should be like this." Chen Ze carefully explained the story contained in the book.
"Buddha Sakyamuni had an insight into the pain and suffering of all sentient beings when he first established the Dharma, and he personally taught the Dharma to save all sentient beings, so as to provide guidance on the road to liberation for ignorant and confused people."

"However, the process of promoting Buddhism has encountered huge obstacles. Sakyamuni's secular cousin Devadatta declared outside that Sakyamuni should not be the only leader of the monks and preached Sakyamuni's teachings everywhere. By doing bad things, others don’t have to follow the monk’s rules, thereby broadcasting karma and frustrating the promotion of Buddhism.”

"But the Buddha Sakyamuni had insight into all Dharma treasures and knew all cause and effect. With his supreme wisdom and the concerted efforts of his disciples, all the evil bhikkhus headed by Devadatta were suppressed and punished. Entering the eighteen levels of hell, you will never be reincarnated."

"From then on, the compassionate heart of our Buddha, Sakyamuni, was able to illuminate all living beings; only then was it possible for the stubborn people to correct their evil ways and embark on the right path; Only then was it possible for the devout people to achieve transcendence and enlightenment to the true meaning; Only then was it possible for all who see and hear the truth All those who know it are bathed in the light of Buddhism.”

The leader listened carefully from beginning to end. Only then did he release his grip on the mechanical claw with relief.

"I see."

It turned to cast a resentful light at Chen Ze, as if blaming the latter for being in the mood to joke at this time.

"Isn't this what I said?"

"Haha." Chen Ze also said happily,

"Yes."

"Actually, that's what you said."

"Hahahahahahahaha" they both laughed together.

But the leader quickly stopped laughing.

The evil spirits born from the lava have climbed onto the rocket.

Cluck cluck
The leader begins to unravel.

"Is it meaningful?" The same question was asked by Chen Ze.

If the previous sacrifices of countless compatriots can be said to be for the survivors, how should the sacrifice of the last robot, the leader, be measured?
"Meaning?" The leader's answer was as plain as water.

"never mind."

"I just want to prove one thing. We can break this sad fate and break out of this never-ending cycle."

"And aren't you still here?"

"Just look at the outside world for us."

"." Chen Ze was silent.

The same goes for leaders.

Until it disintegrates completely, only the soul core of the body is left floating up, up. Up to the highest point in the entire space.

The leader once again saw the scale as huge as the world.

Only this time, it is no longer a bystander, but a weight, a final weight.

The leader of the "compatriots" saw all the deceased people on the tray,
“I’ve kept you waiting for so long.”

It finally returned to the surroundings of its compatriots.

The last weight was pressed on, causing the darkness on the far side to moan.

The balance begins to tip toward the bright side.

On the platform at the top of the rocket, Chen Ze, who was alone again, also heard the leader's final roar.
"Rush!!!"

The indestructible crystal wall dome was instantly ignited along with the light snow.

The reflected light was bright, soft and warm, but it made the ferocious poisonous fire demons around him retreat and not dare to attack.

At the same time, the crystal walls that made up the dome gradually became soft and soft in the warm light, and could no longer block anyone's way.

So Chen Ze immediately gave up the entire rocket and jumped up alone.

The eighteenth floor.

This place is in boundless darkness.

Chen Ze only remembered that he floated out of control as soon as he got out, and he drifted with the flow until now.

There is almost no gravity here.

At the same time, it is filled with astronomical doses of radiation and chaotic fragments of divinity.

It's like a huge wind tunnel, blowing all those who don't have enough weight around.

It's just that Chen Ze happens to be the person who cultivated divinity.

when.

He landed on the remaining metal fuselage.

With the power of law, Chen Ze transformed the scrap metal into a shining silver human form.

It still looks pleasing to the eye like this
Chen Ze moved his hands and feet with satisfaction and stepped towards the darkness.

The only light here is himself, and it is only enough to illuminate a few inches away. Every time he takes a step forward, darkness immediately returns behind him.

Therefore, Chen Ze is like a lonely oil lamp moving forward in the darkness.

Until I bumped into a rather familiar figure from behind.

Chen Ze approached, and the light illuminated the other person's details.

This is a person who looks exactly like Chen Ze in physical form.

The other party turned around, had the same face as Chen Ze, and asked in the same voice as Chen Ze,

"who are you?"

呲!
Chen Ze shook his hand and struck out with his sword, cutting off the scattered fragments of divinity.

The essence of the fragment was immediately exposed, and it contained some unfamiliar power of law.

I didn't mean to imitate Chen Ze, I was just attracted by his divine core.

Of course, there is more than one such imitator.

The surroundings suddenly lit up.

Chen Ze looked around and saw hundreds of shiny bald heads.

There were people all around.

There are all kinds of Chen Ze, tall, short, fat and thin, men, women, old and young, human-like and inhuman. Everything is included.

While imitating Chen Ze, these divine fragments inevitably reveal some essential characteristics.

For example, a bald head, a golden body, or subconscious postures such as folding hands and sitting cross-legged. (End of chapter)