Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 515: Trauma of Heaven
Isidore patted the table, gently, as if he were beating some effortless drum.

"An interesting choice." I don't know if it was an illusion, but Isidore seemed to smile, a genuine smile: "You can ask about the truth of the Skyfall, why those God Thrones two thousand years ago shattered Qingdu, or ask me how I broke through the [God Throne]. I think if you ask the starry sky above, I'd be willing to teach you everything I know."

"But I don't like to regret." Isidore straightened his back: "So I won't give others the opportunity to regret."

The next moment, she gave the answer.

"At best, I can live another 100 years."

Song Shi did not show any expression of surprise or shock, he just waited patiently.

"Obviously, the reason you ask this is not because you really want to know how long I can live." Isidore said: "The real question is why the life span of psychics is so short."

Song Shi raised his eyes and stared at the other person: "Let's not talk about the throne of God like you, just talk about the fifth ring psychics. There are differences between them, and they have their own areas of expertise and weaknesses, but in the final analysis, as long as a fifth ring wants to, they can move mountains and fill the sea, burn cities and destroy mountains, and transform time and space. They can do more catastrophic than natural disasters."

"But such beings don't live much longer than ordinary people." Isidore took over the conversation and commented: "Taking into account the losses caused by fighting, injuries caused by taking the wrong path and other off-field factors, the average lifespan of a fifth-ring psychic is no more than 135 years."

"The fifth ring is already an incredible existence, and the sixth ring, the throne of the next level - will be even more incredible than the fifth ring." Song Shi's tone was not solemn, but more like pure curiosity: "According to the time period when you were active, combined with the one hundred years you just mentioned."

"A throne of God lasted only two hundred years."

“Very few psychics of the fourth ring can realize this.” Isidore put one hand on the back of the chair, and looked much more relaxed. “Almost only psychics of the fifth ring will suddenly realize this when they break through the destined death and awaken the true spirit.”

Song Shi's heart skipped a beat. He realized that the truth about this problem, which he had been aware of in his previous life but was beaten to death before he could figure out the reason, was about to be revealed to him.

"I have been in East Continent for a while. Uh-huh, it was several decades ago." Isidore raised his hand casually: "I know East Continent quite well. Considering your background, I will explain it using your East Continent customs."

"The first is [the injury of heaven], and the second is [the obstacle of knowledge and view]."

Isidore's face showed a sense of gratitude when he began to say this: "The first cell was born in the ocean of inorganic and organic matter. It grew, matured, and then decayed. This was a beginning. Ancient ferns and arthropods prospered and coexisted for a while, and then new evolution began again."

“So our species was born, and the earliest tribes were established, until the first society that could be called a civilization was born, and then it was lost in the vast ocean of time.”

Song Shi couldn't help but interrupt: "You've jumped through too many stages."

"Why do you think I really know a lot about biological history? I was studying law at that time." Isidore nodded his chin: "Just know what I'm talking about. Don't interrupt me."

"In conclusion, life is so wonderful. A one in ten million miracle gave birth to the first cell, which gave rise to the biological origin of Terra. Later, another miracle occurred, and the first psychic was born. From our current perspective, those most primitive applications of psychic energy are crude, simple, and shallow. In today's world, they can only be labeled as 'quasi-psychic'."

"I don't know the exact time of birth, but it was about 10,000 years ago." Isidore changed his hand and rested it on the chair. "After that, you know the first, second, and third rings. Our civilization is closely related to psychic power. It should be said that the civilization of every race is inseparable from psychic power, but the internal struggles and external enemies of other races have been gradually submerged in history. Only humans have survived to the present."

"Terra, once a sea of ​​sulfur and magma, has become a great place filled with blue and green, nurturing and thriving life."

Isidore stared at the young man, his eyebrows raised. "And these lives created a great power called psychic energy. A tiny beetle that can't fly more than ten meters can grow into a towering Titan with enthusiasm. Tiny and fragile humans can climb step by step, and eventually make the celestial phenomena bow down to them."

Song Shi's pupils suddenly lit up.

At this moment, the confused thoughts of the past suddenly cleared up, and the mist that had been bothering him suddenly cleared up. Song Shi said word by word: "Terra. 'Terra' itself has also awakened its psychic power!" ". This is very un-Eastern Land." Isidore looked at the young man for a few seconds: "I thought you would call this 'Heavenly Way'. Are you really from Eastern Land?"

Song Shi closed his eyes and took a few slow breaths. When he opened them again, the bright light disappeared. He said righteously, "A true Donglu person never needs to prove himself with words."

"Hmph, you're just being stubborn." Isidore said calmly, "It's not as shocking as you think. Strictly speaking, Terra's psychic power is very half-baked. It doesn't have a real, clear consciousness either."

"Well, in my opinion, if it is allowed to accumulate, maybe one day Terra will have a true will and become a celestial-level psionic entity."

"——What if?" Song Shi repeated.

"Don't get me wrong. First of all, the reason why Terra awakened its psychic energy and gave birth to consciousness is fundamentally due to the vast number of lives represented by humans like us. Terra gave birth to us, and billions of years of life gave back to it, gradually giving it spirituality."

"Secondly, almost no one is actively interrupting this process."

Isidore raised his index finger and said coldly, "There are only a few who can sense that Terra is nurturing consciousness. And most of these beings have never thought of stopping it."

Song Shi was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "War."

"As expected of my patrol inspector, you are sharp enough." Isidore snapped his fingers. "Yes, war between civilizations, races, and individuals is the only eternal answer. And because of psychic power, in an era when everyone still relied on chopping wood and burning coal as the main means of heating, there were individuals and destructive power capable of changing the terrain in the world."

"A mountain full of life may take tens of thousands of years to evolve, but in a full-strength clash between two fourth-ring psychics, it can be flattened from the surface in a matter of minutes."

Isidore stated calmly: "Unfortunately, this is not an isolated case. Wars led by psykers have become the main theme of Terra."

"Whether it's humans or other species, we did not deliberately prevent Terra from giving birth to consciousness. Everything just happened inadvertently."

"Let's use your East Continent's terminology. Every large-scale war symbolizes the decay of the ecosystem, the rapid extinction of a large number of lives in a short period of time, and the wanton release of destructive power. Over the past ten thousand years, Terra's 'Heavenly Way' has been broken down two or three times? Four or five times? Never mind."

"Terra's state is sliding towards the bottom little by little. I think you should have noticed the extreme climate in those wastelands now, with frequent thunderstorms, floods, acid rainstorms, and vibrations from plate collisions."

"Natural disasters that were rare in the past are now so frequent." Song Shi tapped the table lightly: "Consciousness affects the body. Terra is terminally ill."

"Wrong understanding." Isidore explained with ease: "Terminally ill is a common saying in the East Continent. It means that the disease is too serious to be cured. But Terra is different. The planet's self-healing ability is stronger than you think, and the surging vitality of the lives we inhabit on it is enough to make up for its injuries."

"The prerequisite is that there is enough time for everyone to stop blowing the whole world up into pieces and causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split apart."

At this moment, Song Shi had completely understood.

“But who would be willing to stop?”

Isidore held up the side of his face and smiled happily.

"This is [Heaven's Wound]."

(End of this chapter)