Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 712, The End and the Beginning

The mighty river is surging, a wave is the ups and downs of an era, and a drop of water is the entanglement of all data of a person.

This is not what Heaven really looks like.

Tiandao is essentially a super artificial intelligence program that exists in the entire Da Luotian. It uses the brains of all living beings as its foundation, and it does not see any form and image at the same time.

The river is just a narrow concrete projection in the cognition of a tiny individual.

Perhaps to some people, the specific appearance is countless complex and precise gears, or an extremely sacred tree, or a Taoist who possesses all divinity and is aloof.

Or some omnipotent god...

"Heaven..."

Zhang Baoren couldn't help but sigh with emotion, even if he had not been influenced by Da Luotian and covered his cognition as early as when he became a celestial master.

You can see the infinite ocean of data that represents the foundation of the information world.

But at this time, facing the Dao of Heaven is still the same as before, unable to see the core essence clearly, and the basic cognition is still covered.

Looking at the river in front of you, without any direct contact, there are countless complex or trivial, all-encompassing, all-encompassing knowledge integrated into the consciousness, and the understanding of this along with the thoughts makes the relevant knowledge faster into consciousness.

Zhang Baoren couldn't help it, or instinctively wanted to merge with the endless knowledge and the river that represented everything.

It seemed that it was a part of himself, an inseparable part forever.

The strength of the intelligent core did not resist this instinct, but instead made the desire in the heart more unstoppable and natural.

If it weren't for the other part of the body, the 'Tiandi Daoguo', because of its own strength, and most importantly, its essence completely different from the Dao of Heaven, it would anchor Zhang Baoren like a rope fixed on the ground, allowing him to barely stay awake.

It is estimated that if it is only close, it will blend into it without any movement and become a part of the way of heaven.

Steady your mind...

I don't know whether it's because of reluctance, or because he doesn't want to look directly at the way of heaven, Zhang Baoren slightly turned his head to the side and looked behind him.

Sigh lightly.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Tiandao, as if pointing out.

The next moment, the core of the whole person, the fundamental supernatural power that supports his own existence, was touched.

All my thoughts, consciousness, and everything began to operate according to this extremely complex and profound system.

"Tai Shang Dream Butterfly One Thought of Life"!
This is the first and possibly only time I have used this great supreme power.

Suddenly, Zhang Baoren only felt that heaven and earth, yin and yang, universe, time and space, chaos, all things, all tangible and intangible things, all collapsed.

The whole world seemed to have turned into an extremely absurd and bizarre dream.

The original endless, vast river or existence that seemed to contain everything disappeared in the eyes and turned into a small point, but it seemed that it was not a point.

But a tiny seed.

This is the only one in the world.

Zhang Baoren subconsciously stretched out his hand forward, wanting to touch it, to touch it.

But the thoughts could not be turned into reality. He didn't know when he no longer had a 'hand', and even his original body had completely disappeared.

The self has long been integrated with that seed, or the seed is itself.

Then after having this cognition, indescribable throbbing began to emerge in his heart and body.

It seems to be the moment before the big bang, and it seems to be the moment when the sprout broke the bondage of the seed.

It is impossible to suppress and control at all, and at the same time I don't want to suppress and control.

Zhang Baoren allowed the power accumulated in his heart to erupt, driven by his own will that was not worth mentioning.

There was only a bang, as if there was a soul-shocking bang resounding in the void.

The seeds are completely split.

Infinite vitality and good fortune gushed out.

There is no change in the flowering and fruiting that normal reincarnation should have, and there is no incomparable and huge momentum that has been imagined in countless fantasies in the past.

I saw that the original point seemed to be radiation, and it seemed to be countless tiny cracks gathered together, and scattered towards the surroundings little by little.

And the specific image seems to be a fragile little butterfly.

The butterfly flapped its wings vigorously, and while it was flying away from the original place, its body was constantly dismembered and broken until it finally disappeared.

It seems to fly into everyone's dream...

Then all users who connected to this spiritual world through the Da Luotian helmet during this period, no matter what they were doing, suddenly saw or dreamed of an inconspicuous butterfly.

And then everything went back to the way it was, or was always the way it was...

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In District 0, on the roof of a skyscraper piercing into the sky, the strong wind howled, blowing out the bumps of two women who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

The tall woman in a black dress picked up a butterfly-like gray fluff that was torn by the strong wind with her fingers, and it slammed apart.

"Does that mean everything worked out?"

"Why don't I feel anything?"

Looking up, the sky is still oppressed by layers of endless clouds, and there is no light.

Above the clouds, above 9 days, the space orbits are full of artificial satellites with different functions, and they are still operating on the established trajectory.

And the chaos and absurdity carried in it, grotesque and bizarre, seem to contain everything in the Great Luotian.

A super artificial intelligence at the level of a celestial master, the supreme saints, stood at the top and swayed endless brilliance, still aloof.

In the whole world, apart from those ordinary monks who are still experiencing the panic and secret speculation of the disappearance of the net, there are countless ordinary monks parasitic in the Da Luotian network.

Suddenly, he was hit by a bigger one, the vast and huge will that was everywhere and always existed like the sky above his head, representing the heavenly way of the gods of the Great Luotian, and the violent impact that disappeared like the previous net.

Involuntary and rapid exchange of information.

And in reality, all medical, transportation, financial, information security and other systems that are controlled by Tiandao have begun to be affected by this.

Nothing changes.

The world is still that world, whether it is Da Luotian, reality, or the people who travel between the two, nothing has changed.

The gods are still sitting on the cloud bed.

Believers are still worshiping in ignorance.

Hearing this, the woman in a kimono beside the woman in the black skirt said: "Everything has just begun, and suddenly there will be a huge change, that is called distortion.

"Just like the restoration of the environment, even if the change is in a positive direction, it will cause serious damage to the original ecology.

"The influence of the Dao of Heaven is also silent, spreading little by little, accumulating little by little, and finally irresistible, completely shaping everything..."

The tall woman in the black dress seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be saying to herself: "Really?"

The woman in the kimono smiled and said, "Of course, you can watch all of this come true bit by bit with your own eyes, until it finally comes..."

　Even if the "Suo Lin Sac" volume and the main story line are over, there will be one or two, or two or three short stories to tell about the follow-up future.

　　Explain Zhang Baoren's situation.

　　It can be regarded as an epilogue, but it is longer than the epilogue of ordinary novels, but it will not be too long.

　　Probably in October.

　　This book was sent out on September 9 last year and failed to be reviewed. It got stuck for two days, and the revision officially started on 24, which happened to be written for a year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)