Desperate Night.

Chapter 410 Hope 410

“You’re not a disciple of the Zhengyuan Sect, are you? Oh, by the way, a while ago, the only disciple of the Zhengyuan Sect here committed suicide. His name was Yang Chenhe.” Tiger laughed, “Have you seen him? He’s at the very bottom.”

"I've met Yang Chenhe." Yu Hong answered, but his heart sank.

"Then did he tell you that in this world, all things, everything, everything, only the source disaster is orthodox! It is the main theme of all things, and we living creatures are just miracles that appear by chance?" The tiger laughed.

"So-called life is a tiny bubble that appears occasionally in the long cycle of source disasters. It is an environment suitable for our survival and only exists for a short time. For the vast majority of the rest of the time, it is a source disaster environment that is completely incompatible with the survival of any life."

"Do you know what I used to do?" Tiger continued. "A fortune teller! I am the best fortune teller who specializes in calculating people's future destiny! As a result, I spent a lot of effort to plan and set up formations, suppressed my nausea, and killed hundreds of thousands of people as a foundation to plan for the future! I looked for the chance of survival for our lives and calculated how long the source disaster would last."

The smile on its face gradually began to twist.

"Do you know what I calculated?!"

"." Yu Hong looked at its almost completely distorted face without saying a word.

"Six billion years!" Tiger shouted. "It will take six billion years for the Black Disaster to slowly weaken, but then, do you think it's over? No!"

"Haha, the black disaster is over, and there are still cold disasters, wind disasters, floods, and light disasters that keep coming back in cycles. Our lives can only survive and settle down in the areas where many source disasters intersect and where we can barely maintain a balance of resistance. The rest of the time, all that awaits us is to be devoured."

Tiger's sharp laughter continued to echo in Yu Hong's ears, and he stared at him expressionlessly.

"So, from now on, there will be no stable and peaceful place?"

"Ha, just like there are occasional reefs in the river, the water flow area blocked by the reefs will be calmer. I tried to find such a place at first. As a result, I found that such areas are also occupied by other sources of disasters. So, everything is hopeless." Tiger turned around and refused to continue communicating. He still faced the wall, sat at the desk, and dozed off with his eyes closed.

"What if I absorb the power of the source disaster and use it for myself?" Yu Hong thought of Ku Chan's self-created skills and asked again.

"The source disaster represents singleness and purity. Mind is a kind of spirit, a foreign impure energy. If you devour it with a strong method, you will survive at first, but then it will be eroded quickly, and your mind will be expelled as an abnormal force. Eventually, you will become a part of the source disaster and lose your self-awareness. Only the shell will remain."

Tiger replied softly.

"Because consciousness itself is an orderly thing formed by external forces. Once order is lost, consciousness will not arise. Mortal consciousness is composed of brain waves, and stronger ones will use similar high-transmission power to replace brain waves. But the root of everything comes from order. Unfortunately, everything inside the source disaster is chaotic, and it is not just the power that is chaotic, but also the consciousness."

Upon hearing this, Yu Hong suddenly recalled many stories and novels he had read before, in which someone was mentioned who mastered the power of chaos and was able to maintain his own will.

This is contradictory in itself.
Will is the crystallization of order. It is a large-scale information network constructed by brain waves and similar energies. Without order, even the most basic neuronal structure cannot be formed.

Information cannot be transmitted and combined in an orderly manner, which manifests itself as confusion of consciousness and even the inability to preserve memories.

Because memory is also a product of order. It is an orderly storage of information.

"Have you tried it?" Yu Hong asked.

The tiger did not reply, and the room became silent.

No matter how he asked, she remained silent.

With no other options, Yu Hong had to get back on Agris's back and think about the road ahead.

"If the source disaster is really as Zhao Chenhu said, then in the future, maybe it will really happen."

Snapped.

He suddenly slapped himself hard on the arm, and the slight stinging pain woke him up from his sorrow.

"I just want to live peacefully. What does what happens in the next billions of years have to do with me? I just want to ensure that everything is stable and beautiful while I am alive."

Thinking of this, Yu Hong suddenly felt much better.

"All things cannot escape the fate of decay and destruction, and the cycle is natural. I just need to find a stable place as much as possible and live the life I want in peace. In this way, I can find a corner of the world and help support it for a few hundred years, just like the ancient Taoist sorcerers who created the Dingtian Plate and lived in peace with the spiritual disaster for more than a thousand years."

"As for the future, we will leave it to the people who come after us to deal with it."

Thinking of this, Yu Hong's depression suddenly dissipated a lot.

'Find a new place to move!! It has to be done as soon as possible!'

After confirming his idea, he immediately felt a sense of urgency.

The temperature in Hope City was still dropping. Once it dropped to minus 170 or 180 degrees, even the oxygen in the air would liquefy. At that time, oxygen could only be produced by technology. Under the attack of the Black Disaster, the world's resources could not be mined and converted in large quantities. In the end, there was only one way out, death.

After leaving the prison island, Yu Hong immediately took Ku Chan, Qing Huang, and Zhang Kaijing and started to board the boat to randomly explore the place of vitality.

Three days later.

The reinforcement of Black Wind Camp has been completed.

Layer upon layer of black walls that looked like both metal and stone once again covered the outer layer of the safe house, completing a new round of strength and hardness enhancement.

Over in Hope City, Chen Yaofeng was taking the lead and leading everyone to concentrate their efforts on building an extremely large spaceship.

They called it the Dawn Project. But Yu Hong had no hope.

If the source disaster is so easy to avoid, then it would be impossible to easily destroy so many powerful forces.

He did not dissuade him. After all, even if it could not be used as a spaceship, it could be used as a huge fully enclosed base.

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Wow.

The sound of waves of the Black River continued to echo outside the boat.

Yu Hong stood at the bow, feeling a little tired, looking at the thick fog that was constantly being split ahead.

During these days, he explored many broken islands with the black ship, but there were only some strange black monsters on them, and no useful clues were found.

Kuchan was meditating on the back deck, while Qinghuang was reading the foreign language learning materials collected from Hope City.

Zhang Kaijing was leaning against the side of the boat, holding a comic book in one hand, reading with great interest.

Yu Hong glanced at her. What she was holding was a martial arts comic book. He had read it alone when he was bored before. The characters in the comics could all destroy mountains and seas with a wave of their hands, and their martial arts levels were extremely exaggerated.

At that time, he also fantasized that if he had the strength of the characters in the story, perhaps he could stop the source of the disaster and maintain the life he wanted.

But judging from what happened in the Daomai world this time, even such a strong person may not see hope.
"What kind of power can stop the spiritual disaster and the black disaster? The powerful martial artists in the comics? Or gods and Buddhas? Or the ultimate development of technology?" Yu Hong asked softly.

"It is estimated that even high-level warriors cannot defeat gods and Buddhas, so spiritual disasters are just that. According to ancient records, source disasters are endless and will be resurrected. Their energy is infinite. If we want to fight them, we must also find infinite power. But the only thing that is infinite in this world is source disasters. So we have to go back to the old way of using source disasters to fight source disasters. This is like walking on a tightrope. If you are not careful, you will lose everything. So." Ku Chan shook his head and opened his eyes. "Only by devouring their power! Turning them into a part of yourself can you weaken them and strengthen yourself! In turn, oppress them!"

Obviously, he had this idea a long time ago, so he created a Taoist method with similar effects.

"That makes sense, Kuchan, can you teach me your Taoism? Maybe I can improve it."

Yu Hong nodded in agreement. He was indeed a genius. After he got the idea, he immediately grasped the key point.

"Here." Ku Chan raised his hand and threw out a booklet. "This is the Cloud Transformation Training Method I created. It is not perfect yet. Only those whose Dao Qi reaches a level close to that of a Heavenly Master can use it. Ordinary people can't practice it. The leader shared the Spirit Light Secret Technique with us and saved so many people. This little technique is not worth mentioning."

He seemed to have calmed down now, and was more energetic than before. His eyes were bright and determined, and he began to actively join in the investigation of the source of the disaster.

It seemed as if he had considered the Source Disaster to be the only remaining enemy that killed his entire family, and that he had found a goal to survive.

Snapped.

Yu Hong took the booklet, flipped through it, and roughly understood Ku Chan's ideas.

This is to use one's own Taoist breath to condense a formation in the body, absorb the source disaster power into the body, use the advantage of numbers to defeat the enemy, reduce the source disaster power, separate and sort out the chaos, and then reorganize it into a new structural force that can merge and coexist with itself.

This Cloud Transformation Training Method can only be used on source disasters that are not so opposed to one's own Dao Breath attributes. But the idea is quite novel and the method is simple and crude.

If you don't consider the sequelae of absorbing the source disaster power into your body in the short term, it won't be a big problem.

But, when Yu Hong looked at Ku Chan's bloodshot eyes and new blisters growing on his disfigured face, he knew that the sequelae had begun to act up.

It's just a temporary solution
He sighed inwardly.

Holding the booklet, he sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting silently in his heart.

"Strengthen the Cloud Transformation Training Method, Direction: Eliminate the sequelae."

laugh.

Black lines flowed out of the black seal and quickly merged into the booklet.

But the next moment, the black line returned to the black mark and gave feedback.

'It cannot be eliminated, the functions related to the technique are incomplete.'

"." Yu Hong immediately understood that this required the technique to have at least a little bit of ability to fight the sequelae, but now it seemed that it had none. Perhaps Ku Chan didn't care how long he could live.

He thought about it and tried another approach.

'Strengthen the Huayun training method, direction: prolong the duration of sequelae by 100 years.'

Sorcerers don't have any secrets to prolong life, and the longest-lived one is Quan He. At Ku Chan's current age, if the onset of the aftereffects can be delayed to a hundred years later, wouldn't that be equivalent to having no aftereffects at all?

After all, Ku Chan would probably have died of old age by then.

This time, a black line flashed and flowed into the booklet, and immediately an inquiring feedback sounded.

This time Yu Hong knew that the strengthening was successful.

After he replied in the affirmative, he saw a bright red countdown appear on the surface of the booklet: 5:11 on the 05th.

(End of this chapter)