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Outside the tower, at the edge of the Well.
Jing Er gazed into the distance, lost in thought.
The Well still couldn’t be closed.
Distorted things are always unpredictable, Jing Er knew that the opening of the Well also ant that many wars were about to co.
He didn’t care about these wars.
As long as the Well wasn’t destroyed. Thanks to the mories from his past life, Jing Er, even after his mories were distorted, still retained much of his humanity.
But it was different from Jing Si’s "anti-distortion."
Jing Er stood up, at the place closest to the Well, he had beco accustod to the ever-changing surroundings.
He was bored now and decided to go find the White Deer to play with. The White Deer mostly stayed by Jing Er’s side, but occasionally slipped away to play while Jing Er was lost in thought.
Jing Er had long known that if the White Deer wasn’t looking for him, it must be going after that little girl in black clothes.
That little girl was not to be trifled with. Although she could not hurt him, their few encounters had involved attacks without hesitation.
Jing Er was also quite helpless.
He really liked this little girl, but he had almost killed her. Especially in Baichuan City, he had stood on the opposite side of the little girl.
"It’s really troubleso, but right now, I really want to talk to soone."
After realizing the strength of humans, Jing Er these days, aside from petting the deer and trying to find a way to close the Well, had always been in self-reflection.
Examining and improving his belief systems.
Now he thought, perhaps seeing humans as pets was indeed too arrogant.
At this mont, with the White Deer absent, Jing Er suddenly started pondering this issue again.
Eventually, he decided to find that little girl again and have a debate.
The so-called clarity cos from engaging in debate, perhaps this little girl holding a balloon could provide him with so answers.
About the Well, about distortion, about all living things, on how to find a balance point.
This little girl was Hong Yin.
In Zao Lake Village, Hong Yin sat by the bank of Zao Lake, with the White Deer standing on the water’s surface, gently touching the ripples.
The two Evil Fallen seed to be communicating in so special way; when Jing Er arrived, he witnessed this strange scene.
A black deer stood side by side with the White Deer on the surface of the water, their movents completely in sync.
When the White Deer turned its head, the black deer turned its head too.
Perfect level Mutation Entry · Super Grudge Manifestation.
Using this ability, Hong Yin had replicated an identical, grudge-filled version of the White Deer, like a miniature version of the Lake God.
"You definitely can’t imagine that you once appeared here and caused the Lake God worshiped by this village to have a concrete form."
"But the wrong belief leads them down the wrong paths in life. I almost got devoured by this black deer too, until my brother saved ," said Hong Yin.
Hong Yin spoke, and the White Deer listened quite earnestly; it had not anticipated that its playfulness had sparked such a story.
"Humans seem to be easily guided. Bound by so illusionary concept," Hong Yin remarked.
But she quickly shook her head:
"However, the Lake God is fake. I later discovered that the so-called guidance all roots from the wicked thoughts in people’s hearts. Humans go to great lengths to make people believe in a fictional god, and the significance of this god is just to make people believe that gods exist, not to bring them blessings."
Hong Yin was not a person full of philosophies, but regarding Zao Lake Village, she had many thoughts.
She had even simulated in her mind countless tis, if the Lake God were to reappear, how she should collapse this "god" from its roots, from logic.
Why do the twisted rules create a monster like the Lake God?
Hong Yin gradually understood, and she spoke a sentence that shocked Jing Er, who was hiding his presence in the distance:
"The Lake God is just a tool used by the village witch to change the thoughts of others."
"Perhaps many gods are like this; they are rely people hiding under the guise of the word ’god.’ Their goal is to manipulate those who worship them. If those who worship them could understand this, then they have already ascended to the sa height as these gods."
"Those powerful monsters are the sa; strip away their strength, and they too are human. All their composure cos from being surrounded by those who are weaker. Once you realize that these monsters are essentially human and have human weaknesses, they no longer seem fearso."
White Deer didn’t speak, tilting its head as if in thought.
Hong Yin said,
"My brother isn’t like that. He wouldn’t put himself in the place of a god just because the people around him are weak."
Those final words left Jing Er with a sour taste.
Jing Er knew that Hong Yin’s brother was Bai Wu.
But Jing Er also knew that Bai Wu truly was an opponent to be taken seriously.
Of course, Jing Er didn’t know that Hong Yin had only told half the truth, that Bai Wu, when encountering the weak, wouldn’t think about ruling over them.
But when Bai Wu encountered the strong, he’d definitely try to curry favor in whatever way he could. Probably sothing like—Hong Yin save , Captain save , Zero save .
What Hong Yin considered a person with inner strength was probably one who didn’t lord over the weak and wasn’t servile or arrogant with the strong.
As for Bai Wu, well, he probably managed the forr, but when it ca to the strong... Bai Wu sotis was quite unscrupulous.
However, Hong Yin’s speech had the most impact on Jing Er, especially regarding the revelation about gods.
"A god is just a tool, and once you peel away that layer, a god is just a person hiding under the identity of ’god’."
"What right does one person have to demand anything of another?"
Jing Er seed to have an epiphany.
He had been trapped by a Divine Revelation—a prophecy about destroying the Well—for seven hundred years.
Hong Yin’s words would not provide Jing Er with an earth-shattering revelation, at least not enough to dissolve his obsessive compulsion to protect the Well.
But the "god" inside Jing Er’s heart was gradually losing its ’godly’ luster.
"Interesting argunt, seems a bit rebellious... but it seems to make sense, too."
Jing Er mused to himself, his lips moving slightly.
At that mont, White Deer suddenly looked in the direction where Jing Er was. Behind Hong Yin, black resentful energies lashed out like arms at the spot White Deer was gazing at!
"Who is it!" The young girl shouted sharply, though her thods were deadly.
But no matter how deadly, it was difficult to cause any effective harm to Jing Er.
Jing Er, having no other choice, showed himself:
"I’ve co to take back my deer."
"What do you an ’your deer’? This is my friend!" Hong Yin even stepped in front of White Deer protectively.
Oddly enough, ever since she nearly died at the hands of Jing Er but ultimately survived, Hong Yin no longer felt any fear towards Jing Er.
Even though the deer behind her was trembling with fright.
Jing Er pressed his hands together in prayer:
"Ask it, whether it wants to go with or stay with you."
Full of anticipation, Hong Yin looked at White Deer, which glanced left and right with its small head before timidly approaching Jing Er.
Jing Er was smug:
"Hahaha, I told you it’s my deer, hey hey hey, don’t start a fight, I’m just here to tell you I’m borrowing your friend for a while."
Who wouldn’t like to pet a cute White Deer, Jing Er wanted to stroke a little animal, but this ti, he spoke with respect.
Borrowing your friend eased so of Hong Yin’s anger.
However, if Hong Yin could have defeated Jing Er, she probably would have killed him. Since she couldn’t, well, she could only listen to his reasoning.
Jing Er had many questions inside, questions he found he couldn’t comprehend on his own, but the deer did not speak.
But today, he suddenly realized that perhaps he had indeed been very arrogant before.
Without the identity of the "Well," perhaps at their core, there was little difference in thinking between him and these weaker beings, and in so areas, he might not even be as insightful as others.
God, stripped of divine privilege, is also just a person.
And between people, there is no high or low.
Jing Wu and Jing Er, both in a battle, let go of their pride; but even though they discarded their pride, there was a difference.
Hong Yin looked at the departing figure of Jing Er with so confusion; this hypocritical person disgusted her.
Yet at this mont, she could not tell whether Jing Er was truly hypocritical or just pretending to be.
...
...
The distortion spread and affected all corners of the world.
Those enveloped in the distortion went about their work and lives as usual.
Every person was now a potential Evil Fallen, each one suppressing their negative emotions.
The world beyond the Hei Wu seed as though massive dark clouds had ford in the sky.
Dark clouds lood over the city, yet no rain fell.
People knew in their hearts that a terrible storm was coming, but they did not know when it would arrive.
People around the world continued to resist the distortion, but the distortion never truly dissipated.
The opening of the Wells affected both the world beyond the Mist and the world within the Hei Wu.
In the High Tower, the recent report from the Investigation Corps branch stated an increasing mortality rate in the White Zone. Even level six and higher Mutants had appeared in the White Zone.
The plants in the White Zone, although strange, rarely consud humans before, but now it was entirely different.
These plants seed further distorted and even began to aggressively attack humans.
The miners suffered heavy casualties, which forced Yan Zizai, Xie Yingjie, and others to accelerate the developnt of chs, arming as many people as possible.
But there were still many data indicating that life outside the Tower was becoming increasingly dangerous.
The pace of change, unprecedented in seven hundred years, was affecting human life continuously.
The High Tower had just established a new order but now faced the risk of a material shortage.
There was no concern for energy as the reserves on the fifth level were sufficient for the Tower’s long-term use. However, there was a big problem with the food supply.
Thankfully, Bai Wu had recently returned to the High Tower, solving this problem.
He delivered a ssage to Yan Zizai and Xie Yingjie—trade with the world beyond the Mist could be established using the Traction Disc.
This directive, given by Bai Wu before his trip to Huangquan Island, also pointed Yan Zizai and the others towards a solution.
Xie Xingzhi and others also reached out to Zero through the shelter, preparing to establish a new port at the breach in the Hei Wu.
This plan was rapidly taking shape.
For survival resources—both Inside the Mist and in the World Beyond the Mist—true large-scale contact was about to occur.
As a result, miners could reduce their excursions from the Tower, and who knows—perhaps the Tower’s inhabitants could finally escape the dreadful taste of nutrient als.
Yet, Yan Zizai still harbored an ominous premonition in his heart as if the High Tower would soon face an unprecedented catastrophe.
...
...
Outside the Tower, above Food City.
At an altitude of six thousand ters, a flight followed a certain trajectory for seven hundred years.
Never landing, nor ever reaching its destination.
Inside the plane, most of the Evil Fallen, as before, were passively waiting for the explosion to co.
Death could no longer bring them pain; for them, death served more as a ti-reminder chanism.
It reminded them that in the endless span of ti, another six minutes had passed.
Six minutes was fleeting.
So fleeting that these people didn’t even have the desire to do anything; the Evil Fallen were too lazy to converse, endlessly cycling through.
This was Reincarnation.
They were the beings within Reincarnation who could not find release. Every person on that plane had experiences tragic enough to instantly turn into an Evil Fallen.
There was a woman abandoned by a scoundrel, who beca an experintal subject of Evil Fallen.
There was a spare tire, who loved but was not loved in return, always waiting by the woman Evil Fallen’s side.
There were writers whose novels were frequently plagiarized only to be mocked by the plagiarists, and there were also green-hatted n cuckolded to great heights.
All sorts of tragic figures had gathered on the flight, their reasons for being there unknown.
So had co here to explore before but found no real reason behind the existence of this flight.
All of this seed like so sort of ritual, assembling countless people with tragic destinies, pressing them into a cycle of reincarnation from which they couldn’t break free, thus generating an imnse grudge.
Or perhaps, these tragic figures were just offerings, their very purpose was to be sacrificed.
But to what end they were being sacrificed, no one knew.
"Ladies and gentlen, our plane is experiencing significant turbulence due to air currents on our flight path. Please remain seated with your seat belts fastened. The lavatories will be temporarily out of service. Thank you for your cooperation."
With the explosion imminent, hearing this all too familiar voice, the Evil Fallen paid no heed.
It was rely a reminder to them—that a new death was about to co.
Turbulence started affecting the plane, but this shaking seed different from what the Evil Fallen rembered.
However, most including Tian Jing and Jian Qiu, didn’t care.
The cycle of reincarnation had its limits, and sotis, indeed, currents would break through from beyond the cycle of reincarnation and collide with the area inside it.
This didn’t occur often, but it wasn’t rare either.
Thunderstorms and such were also possible.
The cycle of reincarnation reset what was within the flight, not the entire world, so if it turned dark outside the plane, those inside the cycle would still enjoy the night view.
The shaking didn’t stop and grew even more intense.
It caught the attention of so Evil Fallen, but with one minute left until the explosion, whatever commotion this was...
It would reset once the explosion occurred.
So they endured it.
Fifty-nine seconds.
Evil Fallen with a keen sense of ti began the countdown.
Forty-two seconds.
Thirty seconds.
The shaking was increasingly fierce, as if two Evil Fallen were fighting.
But this airliner was large, and the source of the shaking was from the forbidden area, where the mummies rested. No one would seek trouble there in the last few seconds.
Ten seconds.
Jian Qiu’s eyelids suddenly twitched.
Tian Jing, who noticed the subtle change in expression of the goddess next to him, drew a bit closer with concern.
A familiar sensation appeared in Jian Qiu’s mind.
Five seconds.
Four seconds.
Three seconds.
...
Zero.
Just as everyone held their breath, waiting for the explosion to co, they closed their eyes in the darkness, waiting, but found... the process seed longer than they had anticipated.
Until the flight suffered a violent collision once again!
All Evil Fallen opened their eyes, their faces revealing shock. Regardless of which cabin they were in, their minds were filled with confusion.
Six minutes had passed, but this airliner—
Had not exploded.
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