The newly born primitive life is weak and fragile compared to those powerful rules that are very high-end and very high-end.
But it is this weak, newborn life that determines the birth and ownership of the superior rules.
This sounds a bit ridiculous.
But if you think about it carefully, why are there so many truths in this world that are not like this?
This triggered a conjecture from Feng Linyi.
People and people, people and rules, rules and rules cannot be distinguished simply by the word "strength". That is too simple and crude. It is like saying what kind of woman you can sleep with for how much money you spend. of.
Although this principle works most of the time, it is not absolutely universal.
Under the provisions and constraints of the Ten Pacts, native species cannot practice techniques that have been practiced by predecessors. In other words, there are no two absolutely overlapping and identical extraordinary paths.
This is to ensure the vigorous enterprising spirit and diversity of the entire galaxy civilization, and of course to find real talents in the vast galaxy.
The library of the Galaxy Military Academy is separated from reality and is located in an unexplainable place of non-existence.
Everything memorized in the library will be forgotten and lost in the library.
These are meant for the whole wide range of 'good'.
But for some excellent individuals, this is another kind of 'restraint'.
There are no complete absolutes in this world.
Even nothingness can evolve into existence and then change the world. So how can some rigid regulations only create good things?
Just like Feng Linwen, he is not a person who is willing to be restrained.
"What is restricted by ten covenants is me as a native species. And the memory imprisoned in the library is also my memory. So what if, in some way, I am no longer me? I am just someone else's. Dreams, I am illusory, but the person who dreams of me is real." Feng Linmo's Spirit Butterfly is a product derived from absolute materialism and transcends ordinary idealism.
So it could escape the malicious intent from a ninth-level boss.
Now he can directly jump out of Dean Wang Aiguo's Taixu Divine Shuttle and connect Feng Linhui to another person in another world without any cause and effect.
A soldier on the battlefield was wielding a butcher's knife and was about to chop off the head of the prisoner at his feet.
The next moment he froze.
No one saw it, but the butterfly stopped at the center of his eyebrows, and then imprinted itself into his sea of consciousness.
When I wake up again, 'I' is no longer 'I', but it is not 'he' either.
The soldier looked at the sword in his hand, and then at his feet. The prisoner, who looked like he was just a young man, stepped on the other's arm, and then crushed the other's hand bones while the other was crying in pain.
"You are disabled and can no longer hold a sword. Go back to your tribe! Herd sheep for others and live to grow up. If we meet again on the battlefield, then... I will definitely chop off your head." The soldier murmured to the young prisoner.
He has the indifference and cruelty of the desert people, but also has the bottom line and wisdom that Feng Linyi insists on.
He is not the original soldier, and of course he is not the absolute Feng Linyi.
He is just a consciousness where dreams meet dreams.
Just like the self we often dream about in dreams is not ourselves.
"All the memories came back to me."
Looking around, the battlefield was filled with blood and burning fire lit up the desert sky.
The cold north wind whips this barren land.
Everyone living here must be a man-eating demon.
Because those who are as weak as lambs cannot grow up at all.
The soldier raised the sword in his hand and chanted a mysterious spell.
As his voice became louder and louder, a large amount of evil and dead energy began to accumulate towards him.
Gradually, the soldier's body shape changed in an instant.
He became taller, his body was covered with a layer of blood-colored Yin armor, and the sword in his hand became longer and sharper, as if it was born for killing.
The powerful momentum shocked the entire battlefield.
When his sword swings, any opponent standing in front of him will be torn into two pieces.
Gather the evil body!
It comes from a world that was invaded by White Walkers and almost destroyed.
This is a sad power and a cursed power.
Through spells, warriors absorb the residual energy of dead soldiers and ghosts on the battlefield, turning them into sharp blades and armor to gain powerful power. However, they are also invaded by evil spirits and constantly wander on the edge of becoming possessed, until one day, they become The demon soldiers wearing demon armor can never change again.
This kind of power is evil and powerful enough. The most important thing is that it takes effect quickly.
"Hey! You've come to your senses! What are you thinking about?" Feng Linwen was tapped on the shoulder.
The spiritual butterfly was shattered, and Feng Linwen woke up from his 'dream'.
The once clear memory, like a dream forgotten when waking up, becomes more and more distant, and finally only a faint trace remains.
Feng Linyi looked at Fei Beiming beside him and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I'm still in shock and can't control myself!"
Fei Beiming said: "Haha! I knew it was like this, so... do you want seeds?"
"The huge surrounding resources of 12 million tons can almost completely review the scene at that time. If you want it, I will send it to you later."
Feng Linyi nodded and said: "Okay, please remember not to send the wrong message later. Last time... I asked you to send the notes of the dean's lecture, and you sent the wrong message. The story of the seven dwarfs and the blonde elf princess... ··You really have a bit of a strong taste. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know that I would still be able to operate like this.”
Fei Beiming was so embarrassed that he could only laugh.
"Mistake! Mistake! In fact, I am also a victim. This was forwarded to me by a friend of mine. I didn't read it carefully at the time, so I passed it on to you again."
"Okay! Just say so! By the way, are there any classes from Teacher Xiahou in the past few days?" Feng Linwen skipped this topic that no one was interested in and returned to the topic.
Fei Beiming said: "No! Teacher Xiahou needs to retreat."
Even though he had expected it, Feng Linwen was still a little disappointed.
Some of the insights from observing the creation of the world before were still in his heart. Feng Linwen had many questions and wanted to ask Teacher Xiahou. Of course... other students must also be the same.
But when Teacher Xiahou made a breakthrough, letting the students observe was already a kind of dedication.
Now is the best time to stabilize your cultivation and summarize what you have gained. Of course, you will not give up on your own progress in cultivation, but will first clarify the doubts of the students.
"Although Teacher Xiahou doesn't have time to lecture, Dean Wang Aiguo will hold a big class, and this time Teacher Xiahou will make a breakthrough. What do you think... do you want to go and listen?" Fei Beiming asked a nonsense question.
At this time, Feng Linwen seemed to have forgotten that strange dream and what he had done.
It was like, it was really just a dream suddenly awakened.
But in a distant world, on the battlefield, an invincible and invincible 'demon' wearing scarlet armor is rising and growing stronger.
As for the soldier, he just had a dream, and in the dream, he was enlightened by the 'devil' and planted the seeds of the devil.
