At this time, there was incomparable silence above the source vortex.
Alaya, who looked like a young man, was floating, looking at the thing at the top calmly, with a strong look of vigilance in his eyes.
Gaia, who looks like a brown bear, shows unabashed murderous intent.
In other words, I want to [exclude] this thing.
No matter what, one cannot deny the sense of threat this thing brings to them.
It is not a [sense of threat] to the world, the earth or humanity.
It is a [sense of threat] to their two restraining powers.
It's weird and makes no sense. After all, the restraining force is the earth or human beings themselves. It stands to reason that unless there is a life-and-death crisis for humans or the earth, they will not have a sense of threat.
But the current feeling creates a sense of separation between them and their existence.
A sense of fragmentation that cannot be ignored.
There is no doubt that this is unheard of, and it is extremely terrifying for the restraint force.
What caused the two inhibitory powers to have such abnormal human emotions was naturally the thing that was about to enter the vortex of the source.
That's fragments.
A fragment of the root thread.
The thread of origin was retrieved by Gaia from the cracks outside the world. In order to wash away the breath of the outside world, it has gone through several reincarnations.
Different time, different region, different era, different identity.
The white knight of Britain, the jeweled doctor of Florence, the eagle of Japan's reform, the wave of resistance in Greece, the wild beast in London, and the king of hell in Northern Chu in the Central Plains.
but--
"not enough."
"Why isn't it enough?"
The brown bear said this in a calm tone, but it was a question.
".I have no idea."
There was a little emotion in the young man's tone, a little wavering emotion.
After this conversation, both the brown bear and the boy fell silent.
After six times of "cleansing", the root thread has still not been "cleaned".
The vortex of roots still exudes a slight sense of repulsion. Even though the distance between the fragments and the vortex of roots is infinitely close, it still has not integrated into it.
Gaia and Alaya, terrified.
It's not "fear" that comes from itself, but an independent, independent "fear".
It has nothing to do with humans or the earth, it is pure, inhibiting, fear.
This sounds like a paradox, but it really happened. Even the terrified Gaia and Alaya didn't know why this happened.
"Alaya, do we really want to continue doing this?"
Gaia asked.
His eyes were fixed on the fragment, and there was a little fear in his voice.
It was the root thread that had returned from the Central Plains. It had not been processed in any way, and the appearance it showed was still the messy fragments that had been blown to pieces.
Gaia could even see the eyes of the Root Thread that were not completely closed even after death. They were soaked in water and were looking at themselves, as if they were looking at themselves.
This couldn't help but give him a "creepy" feeling.
"us."
Alaya fell into hesitation, seeming to be thinking and weighing.
It is undoubtedly dangerous to continue further. Both Gaia and Alaya have this feeling. This feeling cannot be an illusion.
If we follow the past rules, no matter how dangerous it is at this time, they will do it - because this is for the safety and survival of the earth/humanity. As long as the earth/humanity does not perish, they will continue to exist, and the earth/humanity will continue to exist. will continue to exist.
But this time, they hesitated.
They don't know why they hesitate.
"Follow-"
But in the end, Alaya made up his mind and spoke out.
but
Alaya's voice lengthened, stretched, weakened, and then disappeared.
The expression on the brown bear's face also came to a standstill.
But the source vortex is still slowly - forever -
Turning.
Buzz——
The fragment's mutilated body and fingers moved for a moment.
His eyes were still lifeless, broken, and extremely miserable.
The largest fragment seemed to have exerted a gravitational force, attracting the surrounding small, fine, and disfigured fragments that had been blown up, and then merged into one again.
The King of Hell of Northern Chu, Xiang An, the King of Northern Chu, reappeared at the top of the vortex of roots, lying there with his eyes closed, as if he had died in a complete posture.
He gradually shrank and returned to his original appearance. Just like the previous times, he turned into the broken body, turned back into a soul, then grew up, grew, and finally——
Back to that young man.
"What are you hesitating about?"
He opened his eyes and said so.
His eyes were focused on Alaya, as if he was questioning Alaya.
He broke away from the roots that were close at hand, floated up, looked at Alaya as a boy, and Gaia as a brown bear, and then shook his head.
"Wasitation should not occur."
"What you did was not wrong."
The root thread opened its arms, as if embracing the root vortex.
"But the existence of the root cannot be surmised by anything."
"This is transcendence."
"So, even if you don't plan to do it, I will continue to do it myself."
"like this."
His tone was calm, he grabbed his hands, and then——suddenly closed them.
He shattered himself to pieces, using the roots, using his own body.
Then, this soul turned into something unknown, broke away from the top of the vortex of origin, and headed towards the earth, towards its last "washing" and the last journey.
Only one voice was left, still ringing above the vortex of roots.
"The next meeting should be our last meeting, 'Suppression Force'."
There was a sense of relaxation in the voice, but there was also a hint of ethereal emotionlessness.
"Until then, please have a good rest here——"
"Wait until the next time we meet——————"
call--
The thread of origin disappears, and the force that restricts the two major restraining forces also disappears.
Gaia and Alaya, who had regained their "consciousness", suddenly felt a feeling similar to heart palpitations.
"Fa, what happened!?" Gaia's tone was surprised, no, frightened.
Before he finished speaking, He lost his form and turned into a pure consciousness, at a loss.
Alaya's words still lingered in his mouth, still at a loss of form.
But for them, the horror is more than that.
They are restricted.
There is no way to leave the sky above the source vortex, no way to escape from this place.
The thread of origin has long since disappeared without a trace.
They will never know what happened, just like they never made a mistake.
But some things are born untouchable.
If you touch it, no matter what, it will come to you——
(End of chapter)
