Su Tian finished her meditation and opened her eyes to see Jing Yingrong looking at the page with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Senior Sister Jing, if my writing is not good enough, just tell me."
Su Tian lay down on the table, looking at Ying Rong in the mirror expectantly with her black and white eyes.
Jing Yingrong pointed to the opened page and said, "I don't understand this plot very well."
Su Tian craned his neck to glance at the content on the page and said, "This paragraph is nothing. It's just that the Lord Jiyan paid the price of a level of cultivation in order to save the people of the entire city."
Jing Yingrong said in confusion: "She doesn't know anyone in that city, and they have nothing to do with her. Why would she do this?"
Su Tian: "Because she can't bear to let innocent people sacrifice. She doesn't have that kind of cold personality... Ah, ah, I didn't mean to say that you are cold, senior sister, I didn't mean that!"
Jing Yingrong nodded: "I know." Then he continued: "What if the people in the city are not humans, but monsters?"
"Monster? Hmm..."
Su Tian looked at the sky. After thinking for a while, he looked back and said, "According to my assumptions about her, she won't care."
"Why?"
"Because monsters hurt people."
"But people can also hurt others, harm others, and kill others."
"Well, how do you explain this?" Su Tian scratched his right index finger on the table, "Well, maybe it can be said that to her, humans are the same kind, and monsters are not."
Hearing this, Jing Yingrong's expression changed:
"similar?"
"Yes, because they are of the same kind, I can't bear to see their casualties."
Jing Yingrong lowered her eyes and thought, then asked: "Do all people have this kind of emotion?"
Su Tian: "No, some people don't care about this. Maybe some people regard monsters as the same kind."
Jing Yingrong nodded slightly, thoughts floating in his eyes.
Su Tian remembered something and said hurriedly: "By the way, I want to give the story I wrote a name. I have already thought of several. Senior sister, please help me choose one. Well, there are "The Return of the God", "The Heavy "Treading on the Road", "Soaring into the Sky Again", "Maybe I Won't Love You This Time"..."
While Jing Yingrong was discussing the title of the story with Su Tian, she was also talking to the three spirits in the sea of consciousness.
"I really don't see people as the same kind of people," she said.
Ji Jie Bi: "You weren't originally. Wait, I'm a little confused. Are you considered a human being now?"
Jiyanzhu: "It's all because of the question that junior asked, what exactly is a 'human', and what constitutes a human being? Ah, I'm all confused, I'm so annoyed!"
Ji Sha Jian: "Then what do you regard as the same kind, the weapon spirit?"
Jing Yingrong was silent for a long time, and then she softly said the four words she had said before:
"My own weapon spirit."
Then the conversation changed
"But now, I don't know."
There was silence in the sea of consciousness for a while.
"What do you think the three of us are?" Ji Shajian asked, breaking the silence.
Jing Yingrong: "Partner, friend, younger brother and sister."
Ji Sha Jian: "Remove the last four words for me."
Jing Yingrong: "I don't."
Ji Yanzhu: "You are wrong. We have no gender, so we are neither younger brothers nor younger sisters."
"Yan, you grasped this key point very well..." Ji Jie Bi couldn't laugh or cry.
It turned to the mirror and said: "You may not be able to regard us as the same kind now, but our status and meaning in your heart should remain unchanged."
Jing Yingrong: "Well, it hasn't changed at all."
Ji Jie Bi: "That's okay. Speaking of which, I don't understand the story written by this junior. Haven't we encountered or heard about similar people and things before? Why didn't you have similar feelings and experiences at that time? doubt?"
Jiyanzhu: "Hey, you don't feel anything when you listen to those disciples talking. Why do you still have emotional fluctuations when you read other people's stories?"
Jing Yingrong said matter-of-factly: "Because, what you confided in is true, but the story you wrote is false."
Ji Sha Jian: "What's the point? Please explain it clearly."
Jing Yingrong: "The real incident has nothing to do with me, it's a false story..."
She paused, as if she didn't know how to express herself.
Jijiebi: "Will you insert yourself into the story?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Ji Yanzhu: "Huh? In other words, you regard yourself as the ultimate god?"
Jing Yingrong: "...Yeah."
Jijiebi: "If you were the ultimate god, then you would..."
Jing Yingrong said without thinking: "Kill the Taoist couple first."
"really."
…
Although he had deep doubts about the "canyon" in front of him, which was clearly not a canyon at a glance, when he sensed the crisis approaching quickly behind him, Yu Xian still plunged into the abyss crevice without hesitation.
Once it enters the crack, the concentration of evil spirits increases sharply. Even with the power of thunder guarding the sea of consciousness, Yu Xian's eyes still flashed with frenzied murderous intent.
Yet she had no choice but to dive desperately down the crevice.
In fact, if it were an ordinary cultivator here, he would have been attacked by the evil spirit before reaching the crack, and the outcome would be unpredictable.
When he was still some distance away from the crack, the Long Beast Emperor stopped.
He clearly saw Yu Xian entering the crack, and the remaining evil aura that had been worn away by the long years had almost no effect on him who was in the realm of the Beast King.
But he chose to stop there. The eyes staring into the crack were filled with fear.
He looked at the crack that looked like an abyss, then slowly raised his head and looked above his head, as if he was looking at some untouchable existence in the distance.
Under the fear, there is a pile of jealousy and hatred.
The Long Beast Emperor retreated. He turned around and flew back outside the desert range, then pressed down with the palm of his left hand
Under his feet, a huge transparent object suddenly appeared in the sea water.
It was a weird giant fish that was almost as big as an island. Its back was covered with layers of scales, its body was slender, it had horns on its head, and its fins were like wings. It looks like a long whale and a dragon.
The strange fish is obviously not a real living creature, but created by the Long Beast Emperor with his magical power.
The next moment, the huge strange fish suddenly disintegrated and turned into countless small transparent fish. A school of these small fish is enough to surround the entire desert.
After leaving this hand behind, Long Beast King used teleportation to return to the bone altar.
The subordinate monsters were waiting there. When they saw him coming back, the tenth-level monster said respectfully: "Your Majesty, that person is cultivating..."
"Don't worry about it."
Long stared at the short altar in front of him and said in a muffled voice, "Just pretend this never happened."
"I beg your pardon for my subordinate's stupidity. Your Majesty means that the man is dead and there is no need to worry about alarming others. Or do you want us not to spread the word about this matter?"
The tenth-level monster asked cautiously.
"It's all." Long sighed and said in a low voice: "If they find out that someone has broken in, regardless of whether the secret is leaked or not, and they have to find another place to rearrange, then everything we have done before will be in vain. "
"I obey my orders."
Long's voice gradually became lower and he muttered in a low voice: "When the formation is completed, this place will be useless. Whether or not the secret is leaked, well, it's none of my business from now on..."
His dull voice was mixed with a soft "click" sound, and the cracks on the surface of the snow-white bones that made up the altar expanded a bit.
