Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2625: Cut the darkness in the blink of an eye

Chapter 2625 of the darkness in the momentary light (seven)

At this time, Menes had already abdicated, leaving government affairs to future generations, while he himself indulged in the study of immortality. Despite this, the appearance of the first-generation Pharaoh Menes did not actually age much.

"Not enough." He muttered to himself.

"No matter how you try to prolong the lifespan of the body, or even replace the aging body to achieve physical immortality, it is still not enough."

"This will only lead to the old path of the ancient gods. Countless rebirths, countless changes of bodies, but in the end, [the decay of the soul] cannot escape the fate of death."

Menis turned from his crouching position at the table and looked at Bedivere who was standing there—in fact, he was looking at something else.

"I have a bold idea, but I don't know if it will work. I'll record it all, and if anyone can see it later, just follow the path I've walked. "

So he must be looking at some kind of recorder, the one that records the holographic scene that is now appearing in front of Bedivere's eyes.

"No matter how the body is repaired, replaced, and remains indestructible, it is meaningless. The most important thing for human beings is the [light soul] in the body, and the part of the [light soul] in charge of [consciousness] has its own Lifespan. Is the lifespan a thousand years? Ten thousand years? One hundred thousand million years? No one knows. But the [consciousness] in the [Light Soul] is definitely a decaying thing, which has been proved from the demise of the ancients ."

"Probably, when consciousness decays completely, a cataclysm like [the decay of the soul] will occur like that of the god-human race. The living people who are obviously not sick just fall down for no reason and never wake up again. It's not that there is something wrong with [the body], but the [soul] in the body has been consumed."

Menis took something out of his breast pocket and played with it.

"There are at least two ways to stop the decay of [Light Soul].

One is to close the mind and let the owner of the light soul fall into a complete sleep. As long as even thinking is frozen, without any thinking process, then the light soul will never decay, and it can be preserved for as long as possible. "

Menis lit something that seemed to be tobacco and smoked it on his own: "However, even thinking about it stopped, that's not [living] at all, it's just a means of earning a living. That's what I pursue. [immortality] is very different."

"So... what I can pursue is another method." He breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Use the new [Light Soul] to mend the decaying old Light Soul.------Use other people's souls to continue their own."

Bedivale gasped. What an evil idea that is!

"But it's easier said than done to do this." Menes took another puff of cigarette: "Snatching other people's light soul is equivalent to merging other people's consciousness with one's own consciousness. After the merger, who occupies the place? Dominance is impossible to measure. And after the merger, am I still me? How can people maintain their [true self]?"

Bediver blinks. The topic suddenly became philosophical.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now. Who am I? Where did I come from and where am I going. How can I be sure that I will be who I am now?

My brain cells are constantly being replaced, and a batch is completely replaced about every twenty years. So, is the [me] twenty years ago the same [me] as the [me] now?

Not to mention my physical condition. Even things like [Light Soul] maintain themselves by constantly absorbing photons in the environment. About every fifty years, the photons that make up my light soul are two completely different batches fifty years ago and fifty years later. So the me who has completely replaced the photons in the light soul is still the same me fifty years ago?

I sleep every day, and no matter how busy I am in research, I will definitely find a way to find time to sleep and stay awake. But when I fell into a deep sleep, my consciousness was interrupted. Is my consciousness before sleep and my consciousness after waking up the same consciousness?

How should people maintain their [true self], relying on [consciousness] or [memory]?

If [consciousness] is something that can be constantly replaced, it is just some kind of quantum calculus process that doesn't matter to the [true self] - then, is [memory] the point? "

Menis put the cigarette **** into a nearby ashtray to snuff it out.

"I fully mastered the technique of transplanting memory ten years ago. Now I can perfectly copy and transplant my own memory to others.

So, if I completely transplant my memory into a blank body with no memory, is this guy who has inherited my memory the real me, or is it my counterfeit? "

His eyes gradually become lost.

"I know more and more over the years, and I can do more and more things. However, the more I know, the more I don't know what to do. What is the [immortality] I pursue? What? Is this kind of [immortality] that I pursue really meaningful?"

His eyes stared blankly at Bedivere. No, it should be looking at the instrument that is recording this video. In those bloodshot eyes, there was infinite paranoia.

"Tell me, Prophet Husky. What am I supposed to do?"

Hearing Husky's name, Bedivere suddenly stiffened. Shouldn't this be a coincidence? !

"Sorry, I can't say anything." But it wasn't a coincidence at all. In a place where the werewolf youth could not see, in the blind corner of the field of vision that the hologram could not record, a voice was recorded, and he answered the pharaoh: "This is a puzzle that belongs only to you, the puzzle of your life. .You should find the answer to it yourself, not me to tell you Wang."

(Husky...!)

"Indeed." Menes turned his head and sighed: "Even so, I'm still------"

Recording came to an abrupt end. The surrounding scenery changed back to that icy concrete corridor.

"Oh, Husky..." Even Bedivere never imagined that his time-traveling son would end up in that era and even know Pharaoh Menes.

Is it all connected?

Bediver can't wait to keep walking, triggering another holographic effect.

This time, the research institute is even more dilapidated and simplified. All kinds of research equipment have been removed, and the surrounding books have become fewer, but there are more materials handwritten by Menes.

"It is said that the ancient gods were divided into two factions before their demise. One faction made an agreement with the ancient gods in the abyss." A voice said, but it was obviously not the voice of Menes, because Menes was sitting He listened attentively at the table.

"As you guessed, the radicals in the ancient gods—the hawks, wanted to sacrifice humans." The voice continued, but Bedivere couldn't recognize it anyway. The original owner of the voice, maybe he didn't know this man from the beginning: "By sacrificing a billion humans to the abyss, the ancient gods will secretly mend the light souls of the hawks. This way they will have a way to live a few more days. For ten thousand years, stay away from the influence of [the decay of the soul] for a while."

"Just temporarily?" Menis couldn't help but ask.

"The soul of light will continue to decay, which no one can defy." The voice replied, but immediately changed his tune: "No. Not at all. I have seen a guy who calls himself [Light of the Spirit], His light soul never decays. That guy is integrated with nature and is the restraining force of [the world]. Because [the world] is protecting him and constantly repairing his light soul, that guy can be said to be the real meaning immortality.

But this kind of [eternal life] comes at a price, and to have [eternal life], one must become the [guardian of the world]. If you do not do things well, you will lose this eligibility for eternal life. ......You just give up on this, people who can become [World Guardian] are very rare, and [World] chooses you, not you choose [World]. Everything is out of control. "

Meinice's eyes darkened a bit. At this time, he was completely middle-aged.

"The opposite of [Hawks], the [Doves], are the moderate ancient gods. They believe that humans should not be sacrificed to their lives and have been fighting against the Hawks." The mysterious voice continued : "The ancient gods have been destroyed, not only because of the decay of the soul, but also because of the rebellion of mankind. The number of ancient gods left in this world is so rare, and the strength is so severely exhausted, it is no longer enough to affect this era.

And human beings, as the creation of the ancient gods, should inherit the legacy of the ancient gods, multiply and prosper on the earth.

Doves believe that human beings are their heritage, their heirs, their inheritance. It doesn't matter if they die, as long as human beings can survive well, their will will never die. "

"Always feel great?" Menis took another puff of cigarette and smiled indifferently: "It's like an old parent who is about to die, feeling comforted by watching their child thrive?"

"Probably." The mysterious voice replied: "They have their own philosophy. A race that feels that its doomsday is approaching and is powerless, but still wants to give hope to the next generation, a unique philosophy. That It is they who choose their own path. Whether that path is sensible or stupid, we outsiders have no right to intervene."

"Indeed." Menis replied.

"The key is not whether their behavior is reasonable, but what we can get from them and what we can use to protect." The mysterious voice continued: "The population of the earth has exceeded one billion. The next harvest of the hawks is expected to come soon."

"I know." Menis walked to the window and, rarely, pulled the curtains back. The originally dark laboratory was suddenly shrouded in light~IndoMTL.com~ It turns out that this place is not underground, but a high-rise tower. And through this window, you can see a young pharaoh reading something on the square in the distance, amid the cheers of celebration.

"Is that... your grandson?" the mysterious voice asked.

"Great-grandson." Menes replied: "Time is really an interesting thing. As long as you study hard, you don't even feel the years go by. And time is very cruel, it always uses its invisible hand to pass. Wipe away all traces of life.

Just as I can't remember how heavy it was when I picked up my grandson, my great-grandson probably can't remember my appearance. "

"Your Majesty..."

"Nevertheless, that child does still have my blood flowing in his body. It is my relative. What I trample on is also my country, and there are tens of thousands of people on it, my people." The old pharaoh hummed: "I can't just sit idly by if someone wants to harm my relatives and people. - After all, what will you do next, Bedivere?"

The moment he turned to look at Bedivere, the recording stopped abruptly.