Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2625 is in the light of seven

At this time, Nice has retired to let Xian, hand over the government affairs to future generations, and he himself is immersed in the study of immortality. Despite this, the appearance of the first Pharaoh King Nice was not much aging.

"Not enough." He said to himself.

"In any case, it is still not enough to find ways to extend the life of the **, or even replace the aging ** to achieve the immortality of the **."

"This will only embark on the old path of the ancient gods and peoples. Countless times of resurrection, the body has changed many times, but ultimately can not escape [the decline of the soul], always escape the fate of death."

Minnese turned from the original position at the table, watching Bediville standing there ------ actually looking at something else.

"I have a bold idea, but I don't know if it will succeed. I will record it all. If anyone can see it in the future, I will continue along the path I have walked."

So he should look at some sort of recorder, the instrument that records the holographic scene that now appears in front of Bediville.

"How to repair, replace, and remain immortal, there is no point. The most important thing is that the person in the body [light soul], and the part of [light soul] in charge of [consciousness] has its own life. That life is thousands of years? Ten thousand years? 100 million years? No one knows. But [consciousness] in [Light Soul] is definitely a declining thing, which has been proved by the demise of ancient people."

"Probably, when the consciousness is declining, the catastrophe of the [death of the soul] will be the same as that of the gods and people of that year. It is obvious that the living person who has no sickness will fall down without any reason, and will not wake up again. [The body] has something wrong, but the [soul] in the body has been exhausted."

Nice took out something in her chest pocket and played it in her hand.

"If you want [Light Spirit] to stop decay, there are at least two ways to use it.

First, close the mind and let the owner of the light soul fall into a complete sleep. As long as even thinking is frozen, there is no process of thinking, then the soul of light will never decline, and how long it will last. "

Minnese ordered something that seemed to be tobacco. She sucked it up: "But even thinking is stopped, it is not alive [n], it is just a means of stealing and stealing. That and what I pursue [immortality] ] The big court path."

"So... what you can pursue is another way." He took a sigh of relief and swallowed:

"Use the new [Light Soul] to repair the old light soul that is fading. ------Continue with the soul of others."

Bedyville took a sigh of relief. What an evil idea!

"But to do this, it’s easier said." Nice took another breath: "The robbing of the soul of others is equivalent to merging the consciousness of others with their own consciousness. Who is in the dominant position after the merger? There is no way to measure it. And after the merger, am I still me? How do people keep their own [true me]?"

Bedieville blinked. The topic suddenly became philosophical.

"I have been thinking about this issue recently. Who am I. Where did I come from and where I am going. How can I guarantee that I am still the next one?

My brain cells are constantly changing, and I have completely replaced them in every 20 years. So [I] twenty years ago, is this the same [[]], is it the same [I]?

Not to mention my **. Even the [light soul] thing is to maintain itself by constantly absorbing photons in the environment. It’s about fifty years, and the photons that make up my soul are fifty different years and fifty years later, they are completely different. Then the photon in the light soul has been completely replaced by me. Is it still me who was fifty years ago?

I sleep every day, even if the study is busy, I will definitely find a way to take a moment to sleep and keep my mind clear. But my consciousness after falling asleep will be interrupted. Is the consciousness before I go to sleep and the consciousness after I wake up, is it the same consciousness?

How do people keep their own [true], relying on [consciousness] or [memory]?

If [consciousness] is something that can be changed constantly, it is only a process of quantum calculus, which is not important in [true]. So, is [memory] the key point? "

Minnese smothered the cigarette butts into the ashtray.

"I have fully mastered the technology of transplanting memories ten years ago. Now I can perfectly copy and transplant my memories to others.

So, if I completely transplant my memory into a blank memory without memory, this guy who inherited my memory, is it really me, or my counterfeit? "

His gaze gradually became confused.

"I have learned more and more in these years, and more and more things can be done. But the more I know, the more I don't know how to do it. What is the [eternal life] I pursue? Does this kind of [eternal life] really make sense?"

His eyes looked at Bediville straight. No, it should be the instrument that is watching the video. In the bloodshot eyes, there are infinite paranoia.

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"Tell me, Prophet Husky. What should I do?"

Hearing the name of Husky, Bedieville suddenly became stiff. This should not be a coincidence? !

"Sorry, I can't say anything about Wang." But it is not a coincidence. In the place where the werewolf youth could not see, in the blind spot of the vision that this holographic image could not be recorded, the next voice was recorded. He answered the Pharaoh: "This is a puzzle that belongs to you only. The puzzle of your life. You should find the answer to it yourself, not let me tell you Wang."

(Husky...!)

"Really." Nices turned her head and sighed: "Despite this, I am still ------"

The record came to an abrupt end. The surrounding scenery changed back to the icy concrete corridor.

"Hey, Husky..." Even Beddyville didn't think that his son, who could travel for a long time, went to that era and even knew Pharaoh Meinice.

Is this all connected?

Bediville couldn't wait to move on, triggering another holographic influence.

This time, the research institute was even more dilapidated, and it was simplified. Various research equipments were withdrawn, and the surrounding books became less. Instead, the materials handwritten by Menis became more and more.

"It is said that the ancient gods and humans were divided into two factions before they died. One of them had an agreement with the ancient gods in the abyss." A voice said, but obviously not the voice of Nice, because Nice is sitting at the table seriously. Listening to it.

"As you guessed, the radicals in the ancient gods and human races were hawks and wanted to sacrifice humanity." The voice continued, but Bediville could not recognize the original sound anyway. Master, maybe he didn't know this person from the beginning: "By giving a billion people to the abyss, the ancient gods will use the secret method to repair the sacred light soul. So they have the means to live for tens of thousands of years. Temporarily away from the influence of [the decline of the soul]."

"Just temporary?" Nice couldn't help but ask.

"The soul of light will continue to decline. No one can defy this." The voice replied, but immediately changed his mind: "No. Not quite. I have seen a guy who calls himself [Light Spirit], his light. The soul is never declining. The guy is integrated with nature and is the restraint of [the world]. Because [the world] is protecting him and constantly repairing the soul of light, so the guy can be said to be the real eternal life. .

But this kind of [eternal life] has a price. If you have [eternal life] you must become [the guardian of the world]. If you don't do things well, you will lose this qualification for eternal life. ...you give up this, people who can become [world guardians] are very rare, and [world] chooses you, not you choose [world]. Everything is uncontrollable. "

There was a bit of faintness in the eyes of Minnes. At this time, he is completely a middle-aged person.

"The doves, which are opposite to the [hawks], are the moderate ancient gods. They think that human beings should not be their continuation sacrifices, they have been against the hawks." The mysterious voice continued: "Ancient The gods and humans have been destroyed, not only because of the decline of the soul, but also because of the rebellion of mankind. The number of ancient gods and peoples left in this world is so rare, and the power is so exhausted that it is no longer enough to influence this era.

Human beings, as the creations of the ancient gods and human races, should inherit the legacy of the ancient gods and humans, and prosper in the earth, and prosper.

The doves believe that human beings are their heritage, they are sons and inheritance. Even if they die, it doesn't matter. As long as human beings can survive, their will will never die. "

"I always feel that it is great?" Nice took another sip of smoke and smiled lightly: "Like the old parents who are about to die, I feel comforted by the growth of my child?"

"Probably." The mysterious voice replied: "They have their philosophy. A race deeply feels that the end is coming, unable to return to heaven, but still wants to give hope to the next generation, the unique philosophy. That is their own Choose the path you want to take. Whether that road is rational or stupid, we outsiders are not qualified to interject."

"Exactly." Nice responded.

"The key is not whether their behavior is reasonable, but what we can get from them, and what we can use to protect what." The mysterious voice continues: "The population on the earth has exceeded one billion. The hawkish The next harvest is estimated to be coming soon."

"I know." Nices went to the window, barely, and pulled the curtains away. The original dark laboratory was suddenly shrouded in light. It was originally not underground, but a tower in the upper level. Through this window, you can see what is going on in the square far away, in the cheers of a celebration, a young pharaoh is reading.

"That is... your grandson?" asked the mysterious voice.

"Grandchildren." Mynes replied: "Time is really a fun thing. As long as you study it, you don't even feel the time flies. And time is very cruel, it always uses his invisible hand to keep people alive. Everything is traced, wiped dry.

Just like I can't remember the heavy weight when I picked up my grandson, my great-grandson estimated that I couldn't remember my appearance. "

"His Majesty......"

"Despite this, the child's body still has my blood flowing, it is my loved one. The one I stepped on under my feet is also my country, and there are tens of thousands of my people." The Pharaoh whispered: "Someone wants to infringe on my loved ones and people. Of course I can't sit back and ignore. ------Well, what do you want to do next, Bedyville?"

The moment he turned to look at Bediville, the record also came to an abrupt end. Rich Chinese