The historical puppet stage play of an apocalypse world stressed everyone out.
This situation couldn't be more normal.
For instance, so people watch a terrifying, thrilling slasher movie at night, and when they sleep, they're always afraid that the horrific plot from the movie might happen in their room, that the slasher will attack, and they themselves will beco another miserable protagonist.
And here before you, there's indeed sothing akin to such eeriness, no, it's too similar.
The first point of contradiction.
1. Since there's an intention to promote the martial arts civilization, then why is it being pushed secretly? Wouldn't it be better to directly pass on the essence of the martial arts system to the people of this era?
Don't say that you've lost the battle from days of old, now you're letting them deduce new possibilities for martial arts themselves.
This point remains contradictory.
Even if there's a genuine need to deduce a stronger martial arts system, why not use the life map of the martial arts system from days of old, the various foundational martial arts, as reference?
2. So people's identities overlap, resulting in two individuals appearing.
Zhu Qi pondered deeply and found a truth that could perfectly resolve this contradiction.
The first point is that because they are puppets repeating historical processes, they were not directly inford of the martial arts system.
As the protagonists of the stage play push the era forward scene by scene, the system itself will erge.
In the apocalypse world back then, wasn't the God of Dream Garnt also like this!
The second point of contradiction, why did identities like Wadon and others overlap?
This can also be explained.
Overlapping identities in dreams, chaotic identities, are normal.
These two contradictions explained, Zhu Qi's thoughts were already beyond control!
Could there be an evil, terrifying puppet master finally manipulating one's life??
This idea grows like a towering tree taking root and sprouting incessantly, embedding itself within the heart.
It finally beca the accumulated doubts of sun and moon:
——Fist, Nokron, are you also restarting the historical process of the ancient martial arts world, constructing characters on the stage??
"Over the years, I've used sun, moon, and stars to observe the universe, collecting all information and intelligence throughout history. The Emperor never ddles in worldly affairs, but I've been paying attention... discovering great horrors, thinking about them day and night, just growing more terrified."
Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, seed to be talking to himself in the inn:
"At the sa ti, I'm pondering a question, and since it's a dream, it must have a dream master."
"The martial arts history here is the life process of the rising protagonist in the dream, just like the apocalypse stage play, and surely, Nokron himself would be among them back then!"
"And in the entire era, who resembles Nokron the most from back then?"
Zhu Qi's voice was deep.
But it gave off a sense of profundity, eeriness, like a storyteller in an inn revealing terrifying truths before the night.
It even brought Sylvie, serving as the guard of His Majesty beside, into it, causing her to exclaim suddenly, "The one who resembles His Majesty the most in this era is the Emperor!"
It's similar in character, pure martial path, absolute martial strength.
The more Sylvie thought about it, the more similar it seed!
Even Sylvie was sowhat shaken.
She was once one of the most tragic victims, a major role on the stage, but now... is His Majesty really doing sothing?
After all, His Majesty is a living person, he has emotions, has family and friends, wants to nostalgically rember the era of the martial arts civilization that has passed, wants to see old acquaintances...it's not impossible!
How could Sylvie not perceive it now?
This contemporary Celestial Emperor ca with accumulated doubts spanning thousands of years, having seen too many large and small questionable points in history.
"Wait, sothing's wrong!"
Yet Sylvie still believed His Majesty was not that kind of person and imdiately said, "Your Majesty never possessed the power to reconstruct dreams with Dream Garnt; I possess it because I am the heir of the apocalypse world!"
Zhu Qi nodded, seemingly very concerned about this matter, "I've thought about it too, then, let's explain so other small contradictions...why might His Majesty also have the ability of Dream Garnt?"
"Isn't this a matter of course?"
"The martial arts system can transform soone else's talents into an ultimate technique, possessing the characteristic of restarting dreams, very normal."
"Having won against him back then, surely learned such mighty abilities from him."
"Why would Emperor Nokron secretly interfere in the course of the era's protagonists?"
"Naturally, because the martial arts secret manual can only inherit a third or a quarter of the original abilities, this dream isn't perfect enough, he must forcefully correct it himself."
Motive, contradiction points, all disharmony, everything logically coherent.
Li Qing watched this scene with a calm expression.
According to the worldview frawork Li Qing set for the martial arts earth, assuming an apocalyptic history, this reasoning and speculation are impeccable and seamless.
It's purely a "coincidence" within a "coincidence."
Strangely taking the bla, various factors managed to match perfectly, explaining all disharmony.
Perhaps feeling innocent, needing to say: Can't you stop being so conspiratorial? This ti it's really not implanted mory, not a historical stage.
Now I've turned good.
Washed hands with a golden basin.
But Li Qing didn't have the right to say this sentence.
He indeed had done such things, and now every martial arts era has his hidden influence, done even more covertly than a conspiracy, the main reason for their overthinking was caused by him.
To understand, the real reality is far more terrifying than imagined!
What prehistorical earth civilization apocalypse?
What apocalypse nightmare reincarnation God Dream Garnt?
What multi-dinsional crystal wall cosmos? You all are just patients in a psychiatric ward, living in a virtual civilization, there was no martial arts system civilization foundation whatsoever from the beginning.
Your martial arts system is deduced now, how can I teach you beforehand, can only push like this.
But can it be said this way?
No.
Li Qing understands better than anyone that the "solution" they guessed suits it to be seen as the correct answer.
Even though it's also recognized as a puppet master, at least wrapped inside like a mille-feuille, truth disguised inside.
Li Qing sighed heavily in his heart, secretly said in his mind, "Although guessed long ago the geniuses of the era cannot possibly be fools? Like Atabia back then, then one hero of each era, aren't they extraordinarily wise."
He'd long guessed that the more covert he orchestrated, it could potentially be discovered.
Hence wearing more than ten layers of disguise was for this reason.
"And ultimately, it's because of being too reckless recently...the era pushed too much, but also sothing unavoidable, ending up with an inactive Emperor, just had to give it a little push myself."
"Done very ticulously, but this coincidence is unlucky coincidence, who knew my crafting of worldviews consecutively would happen to beco this astonishing puppet master possibility...directly pointing to myself."
Li Qing thought of this and knew there would be trouble once more.
To put it bluntly, the ntally ill patients finally perceiving the world to have flaws, would go insane in the psychiatric ward again...
Then, how to handle this situation?
The second visitor, evidently more challenging than Sylvie the first visitor, evidently prepared for thousands of years.
If it can be solved smoothly, he wants to resolve it and doesn't want to just collapse.
A reasonable explanation....?
Li Qing's brain rapidly moved.
Yet ultimately, he acted following Nokron's character, rely gave an answerless answer.
"What need is there for explanation."
On the chair, the man's palm played casually with a delicate crystal tea cup, rely cast him a glance indifferently, "Rhetoric belongs to the weak, endless eloquence to literati, saying it, would you believe? Since you don't believe, what need is there to say, what can you do to ?"
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