Chapter 289
Where does life end?
If the person who asked this question was a human being, then it can be seen as him/her thinking and exploring about life.
But if the one who asked this question was a god...
We need to be vigilant to see if the gods with enormous power and authority are about to cause trouble.
This is the case with the Flower God. Throughout the history of Xumi, no one knows the hidden reason behind the death of the Flower God.
Some people say that the flower goddess died from the forbidden knowledge that polluted Xumi, causing sandstorms to wail and the spirits to weep; some people say that she died from the malice of the scorching sun and the yellow sand, and the oasis no longer has purple-red patisal orchids blooming;
But more people say that the purpose of flowers blooming is brilliant death, and death is the end that the owner of the flower has been striving to pursue from the very beginning.
On the day when the silvery moonlight shone on the scarlet robe, the mourning king Ahmar went mad. The lonely king listened to the sad desert ballads and created a dreamland that would never age in the middle of the desert.
The endless joy ended in bitterness. From then on, one of the three best friends withered like a rose and rotted in the mud, while the other built an unprecedented oasis and forest in a corner of the desert.
The last one, exhausting all his wisdom and strength, condensed in the sand an undisturbed spring of pure water and the dew that lingered forever at dusk, year after year, sinking into dreams.
They eventually left the dream of gold in pieces, and from beginning to end, they never mentioned the boy who played the flute in the desert. Xiao Shen Qianluo's history was like the reincarnation of the big dream a few days ago, as if he had never existed.
And this is extremely abnormal.
After slowly coming out of the dream, the thoughts of several people returned to the land like fallen leaves returning to their roots, and their brows furrowed.
"Everyone, have you ever seen Qianluo's existence in Xumi's history books?"
"Unheard of."
"Me too, it's like he appeared out of nowhere and disappeared out of nowhere."
Listening to everyone's analysis, Nashida pinched her chin and said, "I am also concerned about the cooperation between Senior Xiaoshen and the Red King. What have they prepared? What kind of plan requires the cooperation of the two strongest among the Four Gods, and..."
It is well known that Xiao Shen Qianluo, who is not good at fighting, is one of the strongest. And looking at the aura of the boy in the dream and his position with the Red King, it seems more like Xiao Shen is the main one, and the Red King is the auxiliary one, working together to open the barrier.
As she thought about this, her gaze unconsciously fell in the direction of Shen Qianluo, her eyes slightly stunned.
The young man named Qiao was staring at her and smiling, his eyes were deep and his expression was meaningful: "Just now I wanted to ask, this young friend, is he the God of Xumi?"
"Yes, this is the first time I introduce myself to you. My name is Nashida, and I am the god in charge of Mount Sumeru." This question was not abrupt given Joe's identity, so Nashida chose to answer it anyway.
"What are you investigating? Is the scene just now the real past? Very cool, is that Lord Scarlet King?"
As expected, Shen Qianluo continued to ask with a smile, "Is it okay to tell me about this? I'm just a weak person... well, not a very important marginal figure. Do I need to avoid suspicion?"
Nashida spoke softly, with a grass-green complexion beneath her slightly drooped eyelashes.
"No need. There is an old saying in Liyue that there is strength in numbers. If your joining can bring us new directions for thinking, then there is no such thing as 'this kind of thing'."
She began to introduce the identities of the gods in the dream to Shen Qianluo one by one, from the Great Compassion Tree King, to Nabu Marikata, and then to Achmar, and finally showed a slightly confused expression, "It's just that the last of the four gods is not recorded in history. You know a lot about history, I wonder if you have heard of the deeds of that god?"
"Oh?" She saw the young man slowly curl up his lips, squatting down lightly with good interest, looking at her at eye level: "God of Wisdom, are you... asking a commoner like me what I think?"
The black hair was like floating fluff, brushing lightly across the tip of her nose, making her feel a little itchy. Nashida was no longer stage-frightened and cast a serious look at him.
"The journey of seeking knowledge is like a jungle frog hoping to see the sky. Only by constantly exchanging ideas with others can one enrich oneself, even gods are no exception."
The young man nodded, holding the dragon in one hand and stroking his chin with the other hand as he pondered something: "You're asking for my opinion... They seemed to have a good relationship, so why did they die in the end?"
Nashida was slightly startled: "According to historical records..."
"But there is no record of that silver-haired god in history, right? Why must history be correct?"
As soon as these words came out, the people around him fell into a brief silence. The young man was still half-squatting lightly, wearing the black clothes unique to desert people, which set off his fair and handsome figure. His side profile was thin, his dimples deepened, and he smiled with his eyes narrowed.
"There's no need to stick to current speculations. You're all suspicious of that god, right? Is it him who caused the deaths of several gods? Keep looking. The oddities of history always reflect reality, don't they?"
But when he lowered his eyes, the young man thought about the distant past, and couldn't help but sigh imperceptibly as he thought. He really didn't look like a good person.
After stepping into the towering pyramid side by side with the Red King, they had the following conversation.
"Have you obtained the authority of dreams?"
"Don't worry about your ability. We have the ideas, the technology, the strength, and even the art in front of us."
At that time, I was just looking down at the boy lying there quietly. His expression was calm and cold, as if he was the most beautiful work of art carefully carved by God. Standing beside him silently, the golden light in the depths of the god's eyes was also shining in the tranquility.
And then, perhaps as he expected, or perhaps surprised by the frank words of the young man beside him, the Red King finally looked away and asked softly: "It is not the style of a good god to involve innocent humans. Master Qianluo, at this last moment, can I ask your thoughts?"
The former young master paused for a moment, like a drop of water falling into a lake, and responded indifferently: "Do you want to listen to the official answer, or do you want to interpret my truest thoughts?"
The Red King raised his eyebrows: "Two different answers?"
"Of course." The young man nodded, his silver hair falling behind him in a beautiful arc. "The official answer is that the higher dimensions are born different from us, so they are destined to have a natural conflict of position. There is no need to feel sorry for sacrificing a civilian from the higher dimensions."
"..." After a moment of hesitation, the Red King sighed slightly and crossed his arms over his chest, "So, what's your answer?"
The corners of his mouth curved indifferently, and the boy stared at the sky with his golden eyes: "In my opinion, the higher dimensions are still different from us. Even if it requires sacrificing many higher-dimensional civilians, as the leader of the lower-dimensional world, this will definitely become the guilt I should bear."
"No." But the Red King shook his head and objected, "This is your answer as the next Heavenly Law, but it is not your answer - Shen Qianluo's own answer."
The young man must have been silent for a moment, seemingly thinking, but when he looked back, his clear golden pupils just happened to reflect the bright light on the top of the tower, like jewels, stars and moon.
"Well, if you are not satisfied with my answer, I think..." He softened his tone in the endless peace and met the young man's attentive gaze, "Perhaps, I can become a good friend with him."
“…You are still too cunning.” The Red King sighed helplessly.
"This is what I really think." Shen Qianluo argued without any hesitation.
They still chose to stand side by side as they did in the past. The moment when the towering divine power intertwined opened a brand new chapter from the illusory future.
"How about guessing what the future protagonist's name will be?"
"Then I will make a wish... Let him be named 'Luo' as well."