"I really can't write anymore." Willy Chaudu said. Icha released the quill, and it immediately fell on a flat crystal plate on the table, like a yellow leaf.
Half of the crystal plate is blank, and the other half is densely packed with luminous characters. There is a stack of identical crystal plates on the right side of this crystal plate, about ten feet thick. The top plate is covered with similar characters all the way to the bottom.
"I need a break! I've written so much!
"Willie Xiao bent himself into a bow shape, extended the tip of his pen, and pointed at the pile of boards.
Yi Cha pointed a paw at another stack of crystal plates on the left as a signal - these crystal plates were blank and about five times as thick as the one on the right. "We still have these today."
Willy Xiao sat up - the upper part of a quill suddenly stood up. It glanced at the tall crystal plate peak and immediately collapsed on its back:
"No matter! I'm exhausted! I'm done! I'll write tomorrow! No! I have a holiday tomorrow! The day after tomorrow!"
"Tired?" Yi Cha looked down at it, "Are you saying that you are exhausted?"
"yes!"
"Why is a quill so exhausted?"
"Who is the quill? What are you talking about? I'm a human! In case you don't know, 'human' is pronounced 'kalu' in devilish language!" Willy Xiao, who looked like a quill, said angrily.
"That's what you think." Yi Cha supported his head and blinked, "You think you are a 'Kalu'. In fact, you are just a quill."
Willy Xiao fell silent, as if he was stabbed in the heart by the straightforward facts——
Of course not at all. It just stretched out, twisted on the table, rested for a while, and soon sat up with dignity. He also made a posture with arms akimbo.
"Why do you say I'm a quill?" Willy Xiao looked up and stared at Yi Cha, full of anger - that kind of anger for a quill.
"Is this really a serious question?" Icha used the tip of his claw to pick the tip of the quill.
Willy slid to the side, avoiding the clutches of the devil, and laughed, "I'm kidding you! I'm Kalu."
"If you insist on thinking so, I can't help it." Yi Cha retracted his paw and shrugged his intact shoulder, "On the whole, you have great common sense. Why do you turn a blind eye to this matter..."
"What's going on?" Willy turned a blind eye.
"You are Quill, Quill won't feel tired." Yi Cha said patiently.
"And I'm tired. So I'm not Quill, I'm Cal. Hi! Yeah!" Quill said proudly, and lay down again - only this time his tail was raised high, looking satisfied. , it shook the pen tip and narrowed its eyes:
"Willy Shaw is going to take a break now. I know you're going to let me take a break, you're the kind of smart boss you are, and mistreating your employees is very short-sighted."
Yi Cha sighed in amusement.
After pausing for a while, he dragged the half-written crystal board in front of him, intending to continue writing - he temporarily postponed all the topics he had accumulated before. The current content is what he considers more urgent:
This will be a book dedicated to recording the current status of all civilizations in the nine planes. The content of "Yi Yi Tong Tong" is too broad. This book will more deeply preserve the real scenes that still exist in the world...
Willy's feathers suddenly opened two small slits:
"By the way. I've never seen 'Yang'. What does he look like?"
"Yang doesn't exist." Yi Cha didn't expect such an abrupt topic and gave a short answer.
"You're kidding me again."
Willy Xiao made a small hum that was consistent with his body size, "Even if you think "The Book of Light" is a pure work of fantasy, "We Gods" has it. It's common sense. Yang is everywhere, but everyone sees it Not even."
"Do you really think there is something that is everywhere but no pair of eyes has ever seen it?" Yi Cha laughed.
"You can see it if you have a sharp enough eye!" The withered yellow quill seemed to gain strength and argued loudly, "Several ancient civilizations in Kalu have similar records. This is no coincidence."
"Ancient civilization."
Yi Cha pressed the corner of his mouth and asked, "How old is it?"
"The oldest ancient Kneiponon civilization was two thousand five hundred years ago..." Wei Li said, and soon saw Yicha smiling, and said angrily: "Take it back! It's old enough for Kalu!"
"Perhaps it's a bit of a coincidence - you just happened to write about the ancient Kneipenon civilization. It is mainly composed of tree spirits and is a kind of natural civilization." Yi Cha turned the crystal plate in his hand to it, "So why didn't you mention 'Yang' ?”
"Because I'm tired!"
"Because you also feel that there is no concrete evidence and you shouldn't add it. Otherwise, why would you ask me?" Yicha turned back to the board and continued what Wei Li had written, "Yang does not exist. It means everywhere." Just nowhere.”
"If Yang doesn't exist, where does the power of the glorious emperor come from?" Wei Li said unconvinced.
"Coming from the field of light. From all the light. He is the most penetrating person on the main material plane in this field. If he is pure enough, he will have the opportunity to transform himself into an energy creature - there is one at the source of order. This creature.
Is it difficult to understand? There is a sentence in the book "Guangming Guangming" that is right. Light is diffuse energy. It has no net direction and therefore does not point to an individual. The Emperor of Glory is just a mortal with the power of Glory, that is, Kalu. "
"Nonsense." Willi Xiao's voice became a little less confident.
"Have you noticed that the organization of the Radiant Religion is different from other religions? The same is true for the shadows. If you see Duma, you will understand it immediately. In short, Yang is a romantic fantasy designed to match reality. If not, How can the Emperor of Glory be ranked among the top twelve gods on the main material plane?"
"You said that the Emperor of Light is a man-made god? What about the divinity of light?"
"Gods are all creatures of will. He is not even a creature of will. He is just a certain will. Divinity comes from his power and his shaping. In essence, he is no different from you except for strength and weakness."
"I like to hear that." Quill was satisfied and let out a rustling laugh.
"I will still record him. Put it in the chapter on special customs..."
Icha drew the next comma, paused momentarily, and looked at Willy Xiao thoughtfully.
"Hey. You're not going to let the cat bite me again, are you?" Quill hesitated.
"That's the son of Shumono."
Yi Cha took a while before speaking, "I was thinking about the void infection you mentioned."
"Didn't you say you don't have to worry at all? It's a trivial matter? You can't lie to me, right?"
"You really don't have to worry." Yi Cha shrugged, "I just kind of guessed the reason..." He thought of something and turned to look at a pendulum clock made of sheep skulls behind him.
"You've lost time," said Dillule.
Why didn't you remind me?
Yi Cha feels a little angina pectoris.
"This is too much nonsense, it makes me dizzy." Diliule said confidently.
Yi Cha turned to look at the quill again.
Willy Xiao returned to his leisurely posture: "What, is there something wrong again?"
"You missed the wedding!
Echaint buzz!
!
"
Hum, darkness, and huge air currents overwhelmed him, and the table was lifted up and turned over his head. Crystal plates hit his forehead one after another.
