Chapter 468
The most important symbol of an individual's life was self-awareness.
Only with self-awareness would an individual slowly gain wisdom.
As night fell, this border city slowly fell silent.
There are many more of my kind over there. The mass of dust rolled, then suddenly twisted under the gravitational pull of the core dust and the other dust particles.
It seemed that the unique gravitational pull had sensed the information of the other dust particles, and was disturbed by the information, thus giving a corresponding reaction.
And following the reaction of the gravitational pull, the originally unrestrained behavior of the dust particle also began to change.
As more and more dust particles gathered, the gravitational pull of the dust particle became stronger and stronger. More and more information was read by the dust particle, which then intertwined with the gravitational pull, forming more and more stress reactions.
Of course, it was only a reaction, until the dust particle came into contact with a larger mass of 'dust'.
The dust particle slowly climbed onto the body of this' dust particle 'that was even larger than itself. The gravitational pull extended towards its body, gradually covering this' dust particle 'completely. Some information flowed in, causing the dust particle's gravitational pull to become more complex.
As more and more information flowed in from the larger 'dust particle', the gravitational pull that was originally only able to absorb dust particles was greatly strengthened, gradually forming a system that would react according to the information it received.
Gradually, the information accumulated and began to converge, finally forming the first thought: "Who am I?"
The large dust particle stood up, looking like a refugee whose face was covered in dust.
He stood up a bit confusedly, looking at his surroundings. More and more information began to flow into his core, forming more and more thoughts.
"Haarlem, this is me?" The dust particle gradually gathered, seemingly extracting another thought, but he soon learned that a name was only a name for an individual.
Just like that, he stood there, organizing more and more information. That tiny speck of dust was being twisted together by more and more gravitational forces around it, forming a mass of information energy. Finally, it formed a unique structure and completed the closure.
"Then, who am I?" Haarlem, the dust particle, thought.
…
"A newborn soul" Negri retracted his gaze.
The soul was the body of information energy formed from the entanglement of the [Origin] and the world, while the [Origin] was the flow of the Truth. Having grasped the Path, Negri understood how to create a living soul when he researched the [Origin].
By using the truth to provoke a certain substance, a portion of the truth information would interact with it, and eventually form a unique energy. As the information from the outside world flowed in, it would gradually form various thoughts, and eventually form a complete soul.
However, different things and different ways of collecting information would gradually depend on the thinking ability of the soul.
That speck of dust, because of his luck, had been specially taken care of by Negri. At the right time, it would encounter a corpse that had just died and obtain a large amount of information left on the corpse. In the end, it would form an incomplete personality and obtain a corpse that was still barely alive. It would obtain a new information-gathering sensory organ and a processing brain.
"This is his fortune." Raven Feather chimed in. Although Raven Feather had learned of Negri's greatness through the wisdom of his bloodline, it was still different from witnessing it with his own eyes.
From a speck of dust to an almost normal life form, this kind of leap was amazing.
In comparison, it was like a mortal becoming a Dao-level powerhouse. Of course, although the difference in comparison was about the same, the difficulty level was completely different.
"It's just a test." Negri did not have anything to be proud of. Any Dao-level powerhouse could achieve the same thing as long as they did some research.
However, this kind of thing was not completely in line with the operation of the String of Truth. It consumed Negri's own truth energy.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a manor, a massacre was going on.
Troops in black robes were holding spears in their hands, mercilessly harvesting the lives of their own kind.
Duran di Axius was sitting in a carriage outside the manor. His eyes were calm, and there were only a few of his trusted aides following him.
The person who owned the God's Remains was a collector of a noble family in this border city. They did not know the origin of this thing, but they knew that if it was placed in a clear spring, it would produce holy water.
Holy water had a powerful healing ability, and it was extremely effective for Grandmasters of Combat's training.
This noble family had used this opportunity to gain a lot of connections. Of course, due to the limited production of holy water and the fact that they did not know the background of this thing, although others were coveting it, they did not break the rules among the nobles.
However, the reason why they did not break the rules was not because of anything else, but simply because the benefits were not big enough.
Duran twirled the gemstone ring in her hand. This noble family's current scale was entirely due to the use of the God's Remains. That thing was the foundation of their existence, and they could not possibly hand it over. Duran did not have that many resources to exchange for it, and it was even more difficult to steal such a core treasure without being discovered. Since that was the case, she could only ask them to die.
"Why?" In the manor, as the head of the family, he had no idea who dared to massacre the nobles in the city. As a border city, there were troops of the New Kingdom of Royas stationed around the city.
It was not that his family did not have their own forces, but those forces were suppressed one by one. With this kind of force, a large-scale invasion would definitely be discovered, so it was impossible for the troops stationed outside the city not to notice.
Although the people here were strong, they definitely could not fight against the army. Why did they dare to do this?
"Go to hell with your doubts!" The man in the black robe held a knight's sword and swung it down. The head of the noble family who was lying on the ground unexpectedly saw the symbol on the back of the knight's sword. His eyes instantly widened. "You are …"
Blood splattered everywhere, and the head that was filled with shock fell to the side. The man in the black robe glanced at his own sword's hilt. The symbol on it was the new Kingdom of Royas's army.
In the past, Duran had sacrificed everything of the Aseus Family for an uncertain piece of information. He had plotted to become the castellan of a border city, and he had made some preparations. Smuggling military equipment was a capital crime, so he needed the cooperation of the castellan. Wasn't it reasonable for him to help him destroy one or two factions?
"Sir, it has been cleaned up." Soon, someone came to the carriage and reported.
Duran put on the black robe and walked into the manor under the guidance of the person.
All he could see was blood and corpses. When he passed by the body of a young child, he paused for a moment and then walked forward again.
The tall man in the black robe also walked out of the manor. He threw the towel that was still stained with blood to the side and sheathed his sword. If one looked carefully, one would notice that there was a small symbol on the towel. It was the symbol of a mountain bandit nearby.
It didn't matter if the bandits were stupid enough to leave a mark after committing such a crime, and it didn't matter if the bandits who only knew how to rob ordinary people had the ability to carry out such a large-scale massacre. Wasn't one reason enough?
"I have done what you wanted. We did not touch anything in the manor. Tomorrow, I will use the excuse of searching for criminals to bring my men into the city and seal the city. The rest is up to you." When the man in the black robe walked past Duran, he stopped and said this. Then, he led his men out of the manor and stood guard outside the manor.
Du Lan nodded and led the others into the manor. Following the trail of blood, they soon arrived at a secret chamber. There was a small pond there, and at the bottom of the rippling pond, there was an object that looked like white ore embedded in it.
"This is it, this is it." Duran's eyes were filled with passion. He immediately ordered his men to take it down carefully and quickly disappeared from the manor.
In the shadows, the young man, Katob Yugus, held the ceremonial blade in his hand tightly. He did not look at the disappearing carriage. He did not even dare to follow it. In fact, if he did not stay still and hide his presence, he would have been discovered and killed by the experts in the carriage.
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