Capítulo 1220: Chapter 95: [Angel Envoy] Mu Wanqiu
Perhaps it’s just the power to “survive”.
But these three words encompass everything.
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Gu Shen did not touch any other objects in this house; he preserved everything here very well.
More than twenty years ago.
Jing Shan Yan and his companions discovered a “breathtakingly beautiful” snow-capped mountain peak in the far eastern uninhabited area of the Tundra and built a secret base there out of interest.
No one expected.
This base in the uninhabited area would beco the crucial turning point for “saving” the entire Ancient Literature Society.
Without the array box, there would be no Chu Ling.
Consequently… there would be no future [Key].
The eting room of the Ancient Literature Society would be directly breached by [Deep Sea]. This carnage would conclude within a year, regardless of how clever Jing Shan Yan and Zhou Jiren’s hiding tactics were, they were ultimately destined to be exposed.
Without the cover of Chu Ling, the all-powerful “main system” would grasp the entire world!
“Senior Jing, I will co to see you again in the future.”
Gu Shen left the base and went to the snow-capped mountain peak, restoring the red silver roof and piling snow on top of it again… Finally, he picked up a dead branch nearby, used the “fire of vitality” to make it sprout tender green buds, and gently inserted it on the snow layer.
The firelight flickered.
This dead branch with budding green leaves looked like a small flag.
The Ancient Literature Society was fragnted over these twenty years, with people like “Ian” succumbing to madness and degradation, and others like “Jing Shan Yan,” the silent bearers of the chasing light, burning themselves voluntarily.
In the eternal darkness, ever afla.
Amidst the freeze, all-encompassing.
[Deep Sea] annihilated all mbers of the Ancient Literature Society that posed a threat to it, but it was not truly human. It did not understand the significance of “hope” to humanity, nor did it understand what these beings, incapable of maintaining rationality, think in their final monts of life.
What makes humans human.
Is their willingness to give up everything for sothing deed “unimportant” in the eyes of AI.
Even the “most important” life.
After doing all of this, Gu Shen left the uninhabited area.
The vast snow fell on the mountain peak.
This dead branch, enveloped in the dim firelight and blown by the wind and snow, this small flag would not stand for long. This is because the “fire of vitality” imbued by Gu Shen burned for a limited ti; once the fire extinguished, it would revert to its original state.
However, one day in the future.
This icy land will give birth to more than just a sliver of light and fire.
Though the long night is dark.
There may co a day when the stars will shine brilliantly.
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“Hiss…”
The dead branch on the mountain peak extinguished its fla, burning out its vitality.
The tender green buds rapidly lost moisture.
And then withered.
The strong wind blew, and the snowflakes fluttered.
Who knows how much ti had passed.
Soone crouched down and picked up this dead branch, examining it with focused attention, as if wanting to engrave every inch of this small twig’s texture into their heart.
The heavy snow raged, and the cold wind lanted.
The position where this figure appeared had no footprints in any direction, as if he was a “traveler” from another world, or perhaps he was a cold stone statue standing here for a long ti.
He gently pinched the dead branch, and under the friction of his fingertips, this small dead branch regrew green buds, more than those ignited by Gu Shen’s “fire of vitality.”
A dead branch sprouted seven or eight forks in just over ten seconds!
“Plop.”
The man stood up, shook the snowflakes off his body, and then tossed the dead branch into the distance.
The dead branch rolled and fell into the thick snow, but its growth didn’t stop… It blood “flowers” and even bore “fruit”… However, all this happened under the snow layer, and the man who tossed the branch clearly had no interest in watching further. After throwing it away, he crouched down and cleared away the snow on the red silver cap top.
He opened the skytop of the secret base and entered alone with great familiarity, picking up a duster in the corner, and banishing the faint dust. This place was free from dust, not because ti had truly frozen, but because soone cleaned it.
Wooden table, bookshelf, storage platform.
The man quietly tidied up the cleanliness of this base by himself, and then stopped in front of the bookshelf… Just like observing the “dead branch” before, he no longer moved once he arrived here.
He stood silently in front of the bookshelf, examining it for a long ti.
Then he pulled out a piece of ancient literature from the shelf.
The pages were full of yellowed words.
And densely packed annotations.
He “slowly” flipped through the pages, reading them completely.
Incredibly, after his fingers touched the pages, the yellowed paper seed to undergo subtle changes, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but a second person touching them would feel the difference, these pages began to lose their creases and beca brand new… In fact, the “cleanliness” of this room was similarly dealt with.
A little duster, how could it sweep away all the dust in this room?
Twenty years.
There was no second exit here.
Even if the dust was brushed away, where would it fall?
“The box… was taken away.”
The man put the literature back, then raised his head.
He adjusted his glasses and murmured softly.
The array box that was placed at the top of the bookshelf was gone.
Then, the man turned his gaze towards the rock wall of the base, where there hung a clock… This clock was a symbol of the base’s desolation; the clock no longer ticked, and even the hour hand was missing.
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