"Yaoluo!!!"
The feeling in front of her was extremely real, and Xing's excitement was beyond words. She stretched her hand towards Yao Luo's chest, wanting to touch the person in front of her with her own hands.
But this touch was in vain.
Surprise turned into fright, but no matter how Xing's hands changed, they could not touch the person in front of him, just like Yao Luo was just a ghost, because everyone's thoughts were short-lived.
Yao Luo in front of her just remained silent and smiled gently at her.
And when Xing was so frightened that he was trembling all over, Walter's steady voice slowly appeared behind several people.
"Okay Yaoluo, don't scare her. The one on the train crew who is most worried about you is Xing."
Walter walked out slowly with the cane in his hand, but there was a smile on his face that could not be removed no matter what.
"Okay, okay, no more joking." After saying that, Yao Luo stood up, as if the touch of flesh appeared in the perception of several people again.
"What on earth is going on? Uncle Yang!" On March 7th, just after the fright in the illusion, Yao Luo in front of him was confused again.
"Let him explain it to you." Walter coughed, intending to leave some space for the younger generation, turned around and walked away.
Yao Luo looked at the emotional fan picture of the three people in front of him, who was partly confused, partly frightened, and partly expectant, and began to tell them about his experiences in the spiritual space.
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All of Yao Luo's mental power had been exhausted seven years ago, and the last "sense of existence" was also devoured by the star core.
It is often said that a person needs to go through three deaths in his life. The first is the death of the physical body. The heart stops beating, the pulse disappears, and the brain completely loses nerve weak electrical responses. If a person's body reaches this stage, it can basically be judged physiologically as dead.
The second level is the complete disappearance of a person in the social sense. The body is put into the crematorium and cremated. In terms of social status and social existence, this person is indeed dead. In terms of thoughts and concepts, this person has experienced the third stage. Double death.
The third level is when no one remembers, when no one can remember, and there is no trace left by this person in the world. That is the most terrifying death - being forgotten.
Yaoluo, who is in the spiritual space, is in the stage of moving from the second level to the third level.
If he hadn't left behind early and allowed his image to be circulated in fairy tales, I'm afraid everything about "Yao Luo" would have disappeared in this galaxy a few years earlier.
Losing consciousness and thinking, although "Yao Luo" still exists in the world, a large part of this "existence" is composed of people's memories of Yao Luo. Such an existence has great hidden dangers.
"No matter how accurate a person's memory is, it cannot be exactly the same as the person himself."
Even if your parents, lover, or friends know you best, if you ask them to retell your personality, the "you" they describe may be very different from the real you.
And if Yao Luo is successfully resurrected at this stage, the resurrected him will not be the original him.
It's just a similar flower, a different Ship of Theseus, and a heroic ideal personality spread in the memory of the people of Beloberg.
Just after Walter and others entered the spiritual space of the Star Core, the Star Core's suppression of Yao Luo's existence was somewhat loosened, allowing Walter to send something crucial.
The cane in Walter's hand is essentially an object generated by his ability to "understand and reproduce through structure."
This ability is very similar to Yaoluo's "reappearance through memory" method. Previously, Yaoluo, due to the constraints of physical and mental power, could only reproduce through the memories of others and himself.
Yaoluo, who has experienced a double death, has taken his abilities even further and even reached the level where he can reproduce "himself". If there is a suitable opportunity, he may not be able to regenerate himself.
But when "existence" is constantly being swallowed by the star core, and his thoughts and consciousness are no longer present, how can Yao Luo perform such an operation on himself?
Walter's "memory" of Yaoluo may not be accurate enough, but there is one thing that Walter, who had close contact with Yaoluo, can accurately reproduce.
"Yao Luo's body."
Turning the cane into such an object, through the instinctive perception of the God's Key, and wrapping Yaoluo's body with the shell of the Star of Eden, Walter took advantage of the slackness of the star core to use this crucial "victory opportunity" "Give it to Yao Luo.
The soul returns to the body again, like a seedling that has not been irrigated for a long time, growing into a towering tree in an instant.
Thoughts sprouted again, souls grew again, and the changes in the body promoted by the great changes in thoughts greatly changed Yaoluo's image in the spiritual space.
Yaoluo, who once became stronger by abandoning his body, now had to gain freedom through his body again.
"So, the body is both a constraint and a support for us as human beings." Yao Luo sighed as he recounted his experience. The experience of resurrection from the dead made several people on the train crew helpless for a while. Evaluation, after all, they haven't tried it.
"By the way, Beloberg's current situation is not good. You should go and see the situation in Cocolia, Yaoluo!" After listening to this, Xing seemed to have come to his senses and asked Yaoluo who might not know the current situation. Luo responded.
The environment that these people are currently in is in the urban area of Beloberg. The scorching battle situation on the city wall can still be seen with the naked eye. The artillery fire in the sky has not stopped for a moment, and the black meteorites have made them breathless for a while. .
"Don't worry." There was no fluctuation in his tone, as if everything was under Yao Luo's control. The man in front of him had his hands behind his back. His body was much taller than before, which made Xing still a little uncomfortable.
"The person talking to you now is actually a memory of mine, and the real me..."
"Already rushed to the battlefield."
