Do not!
The real hero is the father!
Then he gradually came to his senses… He suddenly realized: If he couldn’t even remember these things clearly, how could someone have recorded the original scenes and replayed them in his dreams?
Even if this was Lana's dream, and dreams are indeed infinitely changeable in nature, but this kind of thing... who can do it?
"Dreams are things like that... whoever dreams it, of course, has to record it."
Hitzfeld seemed to see through his doubts and gave an answer in a low voice.
"Now that you remember everything, we don't have to play this kind of role-playing game anymore, don't you think, Prophet?"
"Or should I be more formal... and call you 'Lana'?"
The picture freezes.
Whether it was Li Lan or the changing scene outside the light-guiding room, everything, even time, stopped at this moment. Then it gradually decomposed into tiny spots of light.
"I gave you that clear indication. I'm not surprised you found out I was Lana."
The young prophet with a mean face suddenly walked out from behind the girl and stood with her in the light-guiding room, staring at the moving and flowing air outside.
"But you don't even know Li Lan's true nature... This is something I don't understand."
Yes.
There are some things that only Lana can do, and some reminders that only Lana can give.
The hint he gave was so obvious...but he just didn't understand how this special creature from outside the domain could perceive his true nature so quickly.
"Because I once heard a saying that according to a certain law, only one of the technological civilization that gathers wisdom to complete the transition and the super-life civilization that gathers the power of the planet can be born at the same time in one origin."
Hitzfeld didn't look at Him, but just stared at the reflections of the two people in the glass window.
"Lana, as a super life form, and the Mithros, as the carrier of wisdom and the leader of technological civilization, the two were in conflict at the origin stage."
"When I think about this, I can't help but wonder whether there has never been any Mithros civilization."
"The so-called Mithros civilization, the so-called 'Gare', 'Lilan', 'Mimo'... and those customs of illumination, are they all just vassals of a super-life civilization, derived in accordance with the growth laws of this super-life civilization, and attached to a giant plant as a 'parasitic group'?"
"You are different from all the Namiyans I have met."
The young man smiled, tacitly agreeing with her accusation.
"What a shame, isn't it..."
He also stared at his own reflection, and tears suddenly flowed from the corners of his eyes.
“The miracle of life, the miracle of wisdom.”
“I got this because of you.”
"But if I want to repay you..."
"I have to choose to die."
"Then why did you name yourself 'Manion'?"
Hitzfeld turned to look at him.
It's him.
Not Him.
"It's to survive at any cost."
"Or just to interpret what you have realized over the years."
"Brother Manion."
"It's your turn to choose."
Chapter 52: Cause and Effect Correction (Two in One)
"'There has never been such a term as the Mithros civilization. I prefer to call the universe we are in right now a giant plant drifting civilization.'"
Following the explanation and greeting in the previous sentence, Xia Yibing slowly read out the next paragraph in golden characters.
It is very long... like a letter full of longing sent from the end of time. And the person who wrote these words understands more deeply that compared with expressing emotions, the person at the end has more important things to understand.
That was the truth, the truth of the dream and the truth of the universe. She had to hide the most crucial information in the concept of "relic" to avoid the resistance imposed by the spirit of the Great One.
"This is simply..." The Blood Crystal Crow also saw these words clearly through shared vision and was also shocked beyond words. "'Giant plant drifting civilization'... In other words, there has never been a 'planet'? There was no 'planet' in the beginning?"
In their early speculation, they were curious about the changing living environment of the Mithros people. Later, they determined that "the original home planet of Mithros was probably destroyed in the invasion of the Deep Space Mother". These alien creatures did not live on the huge leaves formed by Lana from the beginning, and they must have been forced to change their original environment.
But now this speculation has been overturned! According to the hint sent by Hitzfeld, this civilization was led by Lana from the beginning! At the beginning, there was only Lana, a "giant plant"!
Maybe this thing also has a mother planet... Maybe it does... But that unfortunate planet may have been sucked dry and destroyed by it long ago. It only grew to the point where it could operate across deep space by relying on the energy it absorbed from devouring stars.
Then an epic drift began - this "giant plant" would play the role of both "mooring ship" and "captain". It kept drifting from one universe to another, searching for the sun according to its own light-loving nature, and in the process created a parasitic race that was able to depend on itself and had the same light-loving habits as itself. This was the prototype of the Mithros society that they later saw.
[Although we cannot see their true appearance, I speculate that the Mithros are a plant parasite.]
The golden characters are still being reorganized, and all the letters that slide up are broken up again and return to the bottom to reorganize the content.
[Their relationship with Lana is similar to that between the red maple forest and the parasitic vines entwined on it... So they are also photophilic, so they worship Lana... Their sacrifice to the 'White Snake Roots' is not a religious act but an act of reproduction. The dewdrops in the rainy season should be the nutrient solution sprinkled by Lana's body, which can help them 'grow' better, and at the end of the rainy season, through the sacrifice... the nutrients produced by the 'growth' are fed back to Lana...]
[Then comes the flower season... the time when the flowers bloom.]
[This is also the season for the Mithros people to reproduce. Just like the miners’ slaves in reality have their genes tampered with because of this, the most fundamental function of the Flower Mist is to regulate and optimize the evolutionary direction of the parasitic population.]
[When this regulation is about to end within a cycle, He will remove the huge leaves that block the sky, allowing the new generation of parasitic groups to be fully bathed in the sunlight controlled by Him, using this method to accelerate their better 'growth'.]
[This is the truth of the Three Causes Calendar... and also the truth of the coexistence of Lana and the Mithros people. I don't know how long this drift from parasitism to symbiosis lasted, and how many batches of the so-called Mithros people multiplied and improved in the meantime, but it should be a very, very long process...]
[Because only a long enough process can allow Hua Wu to find the miracle of life, and for the first time in history, inject intelligent genes into the parasitic group...]
The woman's expression froze at this moment, and the scene switched back to the light-guiding room from more than two thousand years ago.
"For a life like you who has been bathed in wisdom since childhood, knowing how to think may not be something worth making a fuss about. But for me and for us, that burst of sparks was truly a miracle, a treasure that I never dreamed of obtaining."
The young man spoke to himself into the deep space.
He is too tired.
As a great being, and a great being who had just gained wisdom enlightenment compared to his previous long life, this was the first time he had a conversation with a docile "kindred spirit".
He couldn't make that choice yet, but he at least wanted to experience this feeling a little longer before that.
He wanted to talk to her more, discuss it more, and then face the problem that was bound to make him sad no matter what choice he made.
"See those mists?" He stretched out his index finger and tapped the glass in front of him gently. "The mists in the deep space of the universe... those are not the refraction of light, at least not here... they are actually the projection of my thoughts, the projection of my dreams. Every change in the mist means that my thoughts are running and flowing, and the sluggish flow you are seeing now covers almost all the time in my life. I have been in this muddle-headed state for almost the entire time, and I don't even know why I am able to survive."
"But wisdom changes that, right?" Hitzfeld asked tentatively.
"The Mithros people...including the Yalai people. The Yalai people are actually the Mithros people who have been transformed by the flower mist. It is just a new evolutionary direction, just like the different types of branches in the Zerg."
"That's right." The young man nodded. "The earliest wisdom was born among them. That treasure has never belonged to me... Because of that accident, after a certain period of flower mist, they burst out with crazy vitality under the scorching sun. From that moment on, they gradually became beyond my control."
"Creativity, imagination... on a scale of billions of years, they are making rapid progress. But I am still that slow and hazy mist. It will take me tens of thousands of years to even understand their admiration for me."
"Aisun." He turned his head and said, "You are the most special Namiyan I have ever seen. Do you think this development is a good thing for Lana?"
"Definitely not." Hitzfeld answered without any hesitation.
"why."
"Because I am the answer." The girl took a deep breath, "This body of mine... Julia Huoyang is the answer."
When did she first encounter Julia?
That was probably about a thousand years ago. By that time, Julia had become one of the Three Incandescent Gods. The Mithros civilization at that time no longer held the fanatical worship of Lana as in the past. A group of people led by the Three Incandescent Gods began to try to communicate with Lana in a more equal manner, and also tried to understand and use Him in this way.
Even, control Him.
“Yes…” The young man grinned and sighed, “Mother of Deep Space…God of Gray Mist.”
"They are just like me in the past, but purer and more in accordance with nature. If I had encountered such a thing, it would have been a disaster for me. But even I didn't expect that the collision of two things that were destined to cause major interference to me would actually allow me to escape disaster."
"Did you arrange all this?" Hitzfeld looked at him with a deep look in his eyes. "You probably hadn't awakened to this level at the time... So this is your instinct? Did you take the initiative to guide 'Gare-Yondor' to contact the Deep Space Mother's tribe?"
"Perhaps I subconsciously understand that that is the only way to free myself." The young man pursed his lips, "Lana is a life that pursues the fire sun, and that light is the only thing for me. I can accept that those little things under my protection can benefit from sharing some of the light with me, but if they begin to understand how important the sun is to them, then we are destined to become mortal enemies in the future."
He's right.
Hitzfeld half-closed his eyes.
Lana would never allow the growing Mithros civilization to compete with Him for sunlight in the future. Perhaps He had been thinking since He realized this... letting his thoughts flow and turn like those slow mists, which may have cost Him tens of thousands of years, until He found a mysterious gray fog in front of him.
There is no right or wrong, it's just instinct.
The instinct of life is to survive. In order to prevent herself from being replaced by the parasitic group in the future, Lana hopes to seek external forces. This action is like a beast covered with ticks actively approaching dangerous poisonous fog, hoping that the poisonous fog can kill the ticks. It is normal in nature and the universe.
"But you didn't expect the fog to be so troublesome." Hitzfeld raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the arc seemed to have a hint of sarcasm. "Your instinct may just be to use the gray fog to kill the bacteria on your body, but you didn't expect that it would bring you even greater trouble."
"That's why I feel lucky." The young man nodded. "If I am destined to encounter them, then the endings faced by 'Rana with the help of the Mithros' and 'Rana without such help' will definitely be different."
"They were all hidden dangers to me, but in the end I survived in a way that you may despise - I ate them with my remaining soul."
This is the origin of Li Lan’s words.
To a certain extent, he did not lie. Even though he was only controlled by the remnant spirit of the evil god at that time and wanted to lure more people into the dream, the background he described was correct. This was indeed a cage that imprisoned billions of intelligent remnant spirits.
Although he had guessed that this might be the case, Hitzfeld still felt his scalp tingling when he actually heard this guy admit it.
She couldn't help but wonder: Is this the reason why Lana finally awakened and gained wisdom?
It was his instinct to plan to get closer to the Gray Mist Evil God and use his power to kill the parasites.
Then, using the power of parasites to resist the invasion of evil gods is also an instinct.
All the instincts combined together can be summarized into one word: "survival". In order to survive, at the last moment of the destruction of civilization, this huge and terrifying plant life form was finally forced into a corner, and for the first time, it had a thought: Why don't I swallow all these children in another form?
“This isn’t… this isn’t the ability you were supposed to have, right?” Hitzfeld chose his words carefully. “Spirit and dreams… these are the signs of the Gray Mist. You’ve been contaminated by it since then.”
"Then am I wrong?" The young man turned his head at the same time.
"Answer me, Aisuen. I just want to survive. Am I guilty of what I did? Am I wrong?"
"..." Hitzfeld couldn't say anything.
When the topic is elevated to the level of life survival, all laws and morals become unimportant.
How could she possibly, on the basis of both, condemn a super life form that had been drifting in the universe for perhaps billions of years, saying that it had gone too far?
For Lana, neither of these two things is as important as self-interest, and neither of them takes priority over self-interest in keeping herself alive.
“I am contaminated…”
The young prophet laughed miserably.
"I... I was invaded... My soul was devoured... Replaced... Until now, He is still stirring in my body... I am desperate and deeply regretful... I thought I would face that ending like this... Face that ending with the children who continue to exist in my dreams... Until I see the sun again from the deepest gray fog."
"That is the most beautiful fire sun I have ever seen."
He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, completely intoxicated.
"I have never seen such pure and blazing sunlight... It cut through the gray fog like a sharp sword and shone directly into my heart."
"I suddenly woke up, and also suddenly discovered that the erosion of the Deep Space Mother on me has been greatly slowed down."
“He began to become weak and powerless. I gradually gained the upper hand in this confrontation. I was even able to eat a part of Him. Then I was even more surprised to find that I could understand those consciousnesses that kept cycling in dreams.”
“At first, all I could do was understand.”
"After an unknown amount of time, I could barely understand what they were saying."
"It may be because of the pollution you mentioned! I was able to awaken thanks to the gray fog. When I awakened to that level, the residual spirit left by the Mother of Deep Space...His control over me also became stronger."
"More gray fog surged towards me. This time it wasn't just my dream... It was a larger dream, so large that I couldn't understand it... It was something like that that enveloped me, allowing me to see a richer evolutionary process than those children."
That must be our "dream world".
Hitzfeld was horrified.
The dream world that Lana devoured was just a small piece located above the city of Manion, and there was more thick gray fog surging around. It was natural for Him to say that He couldn't understand it, because it was the pressure exerted by the gray fog and many tribes of the Outer Gods. It was much more troublesome than a single Deep Space Mother!
As for the "most beautiful fire sun" mentioned by this guy, she guessed that it should be... No - it must be the Sword of the Sun King!
And it is not an ownerless sword, but a sword that is truly held in the hands of its owner, wielded by Amenhawen, the Goddess of Mechanical Yang!
Then the time cause and effect will match.
It’s no coincidence that he ended up in Namiia... He was clearly brought here by the Mother of Deep Space!
