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Chapter 563 Memories from Ten Thousand Years Ago (4k+)

Although Liu Yonglu's hands are clumsy, he really loves doing this job.

Millie Tangzhen asked him to help her prepare forbidden spells. Liu Yonglu might have been interested in it at first, but as he worked on it, he felt it was too mechanical and he got bored.

But piecing together these scraps of paper and reading the little stories left by Clymene in the corners, Liu Yonglu found it quite fun, a bit like reading the little jokes in the cracks of the Tonight Show when he was a child.

He glossed over most of the information about the Horn of Doom. The content was indeed rich and full, but the writing style was academic, with ten little stars on each line, in order to cite a wide range of references and appear professional.

Let's leave this kind of thing to Ling'er or Mi Li'er.

On the contrary, the short stories in the blank spaces were concise and had some storylines, which Liu Yonglu found interesting to read.

[I stayed in the temple most of the day and didn't go to the library to continue my research. Humph, I really don't know what these other high-level priests are thinking. These people are obviously not normal.

Wait? Am I also the abnormal one in the eyes of other islanders? After all, I also voted in favor of the study when it started a few years ago.

But at the time, I thought that if there was a conscious being to help me deal with the trivialities of life, I could spare more time to study the Horn of Doom.

Alas, now it seems that there is even less time. 】

There is a small ball drawn next to this short paragraph. The ball is quite abstract and Liu Yonglu doesn’t know what it means.

Could it be the trumpet of doom? It is possible. The Sun Chariot is not a car. Liu Yonglu has already known this. He feels that these mystics are a little crazy and the names they came up with are not worthy of the name.

After pasting this page of paper, Liu Yonglu started to paste the next one. However, he could not understand the first few lines of the notes in the corner of this page. The characters were very small and the handwriting was very messy. He didn't know what Clymene wrote. He could understand it from the fourth line.

[I'm so angry. This old fool Amphion relies on his seniority to talk nonsense in front of me every day. The other four people also interrupt and cheer him on. I'm so angry.

After living for so many years, their brains are still a mess. These old guys should have been buried in the ground long ago. 】

Liu Yonglu blinked his eyes, and based on the context, he guessed that the three lines of text that he could not understand should be Clymene's swear words.

[I studied the Horn of Doom bit by bit, and I was also the first one to see the universality of forbidden spells in terms of consciousness. Humph, but I don't want to bring these things up to make me sound like I'm taking credit for it.

But I have to say that both the Doomsday Horn and the consciousness are extremely dangerous, and I think it is necessary to let everyone know how dangerous they are.

Let's find a few opportunities to meet and talk next week. Meetings are really good things. I love the feeling of leaving old man Amphion speechless in front of everyone.

Oh, let me add that today when I came out of the temple, I deliberately spilled a cup of tea on Amphion's clothes. It was so satisfying. 】

Liu Yonglu smiled while smoking with his eyes closed. This Clymene was quite interesting. It seemed that she didn't have a very good relationship with her colleagues at work. She had business skills, but poor interpersonal relationships.

At this time, his eldest disciple Shani brought a midnight snack. Two bowls of freshly wrapped wontons were placed on the tray. The eldest disciple was still wearing an apron, which was prepared according to his previous height. Now it looked like a dress on him.

"Master, you must be tired. Eat something before you continue."

"Hey, you know what, I didn't feel hungry just now, but when I smelled the fragrance of your wontons, I really felt hungry.

You can sit here and eat something, too. Eat one bowl. Your mistress can’t eat that much, so I’ll leave half a bowl for her.”

Liu Yonglu patted the chair beside him. Xia Ni said a few polite words, but Liu Yonglu was enthusiastic and insisted that he eat with him.

"Master, what are you busy with?"

"Help me with some work. Don't rush back to wash the dishes later. Help me pick out the broken pieces and divide them...hiss...the wontons are really hot. It will be faster if we work together."

The two of them continued to sort out the shredded paper while eating wontons. Millie Tang raised her eyes and pursed her lips. It was not that she was greedy for the wontons, but she was worried that Liu Yonglu's hand would slip and spill the wontons on the ancient books again.

"Master, this is one page, please glue it."

Shani carefully handed the cardboard to Liu Yonglu, who put down the wonton bowl and began to glue it. The corners of this page still had the small diary left by Clymene, but a few pages were missing in the middle and there were some jumps in time.

[To be honest, I really don't like the idea of ​​consciousness. It's not that I feel it's arrogant. After tens of thousands of years of research in Mu Continent, those forbidden spells are no longer as mysterious as they were at the beginning.

Gods are no longer out of reach, I just simply find the idea of ​​creating conscious beings a bit disgusting.

Consciousness is a complex and huge sum of memories. Even I cannot separate part of it. In other words, the darkest and dirtiest side of everyone will appear in the mind of the conscious being without reservation.

When I thought of this, I felt uncomfortable all over. Looking at the pile of flesh and blood in the temple magic circle, I just couldn't like it.

But other high-level priests were delighted. They all felt that the research on consciousness was not far from success.

Especially Amphion and his four companions. Humph, the consciousness of these people will also appear in the mind of the conscious body, and my consciousness will merge with theirs. I just want to vomit! 】

Just at this moment, the living flames above once again collided with the transparent celestial sphere, making a shrill scream. Many resting members of the Shi Wei Tian came out of the room and looked up at the sky worriedly.

The celestial sphere caved inward under the scorching and impact of the living flames. The two sides should be in a stalemate.

The whole process lasted for a few minutes, and then the living flame was bounced off the celestial sphere and continued to fly and circle around the celestial sphere.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to imagine what would happen if the living flame directly pierced through the celestial sphere.

At this moment, the five ancestors in the celestial sphere were actually also quite annoyed.

Originally, things were going smoothly. Although the idiots on the Hidden World Island were cautious, they still believed the lies carefully woven by a few people.

The deduction results of the Church of Wisdom and the Holy Maiden Sect were also successfully obtained. Although the answer seemed a little... incomprehensible at first glance, in short, the consciousness body was successfully summoned.

But...something went wrong inexplicably from this step on.

First, the original will of "the crawling chaos" suddenly multiplied and spread wildly in the body of consciousness, and then the figure of "living flame" appeared outside the sphere.

The five ancestors still don’t know what happened. Since when did the Hidden Island become so lively?

Inside the celestial sphere is a vast wasteland of consciousness. Above the wasteland, countless mirror-like fragments of consciousness float and move in the air. Projected in the mirrors are all the memories accumulated since a person was born.

The fragments seem to have a mutual attraction, they slowly approach each other, and then piece together according to the shape of the fragments. In one of the fragments, a chubby little boy wearing a pointed hat is clapping his hands and waiting for his parents to bring his birthday cake.

In another fragment, the little boy's parents pushed a cart into the room. On the first layer of the cart was a birthday cake covered with nut crumbs, and on the second layer were piled gifts prepared by the family for the little boy.

In the third fragment, the little boy's parents suddenly pulled out a black knife from behind and stabbed the little boy. Black liquid splashed on the wall, the table, and the parents' faces. They grinned neurotically, and black ink flowed from their mouths into their throats. Soon, the parents' bodies turned pure black.

They turned around and walked out of the fragments they were in with a grim smile, and appeared in other people's memories the next second.

Five figures suddenly appeared in the wilderness. They had no physical form, but their bodies were filled with starlight, and the thirty-six-sided bodies above their heads were slowly rotating.

One of the figures suddenly grabbed the contaminated fragments, and with a "crack", the fragments were completely crushed and turned into crystal fragments on the ground.

“Don’t waste too much time.”

The companion reminded them that at first the five ancestors were frightened when they found that their consciousness was desecrated by Chaos, and they thought that it was that adult himself. If that was the case, they should not continue with the subsequent plans and should run away quickly.

But after waiting for a while, the ancestors discovered... Fortunately, the chaotic will stopped spreading after reaching a certain stage.

That adult probably didn't come directly. It's likely that Yokomichi Keiji used the ancient relic of "Chaos's Hiding".

But even so, it posed a great obstacle to the advancement of their plan. First of all, the biggest problem was that Keiji Yokomichi could not be found!
At this time, the celestial sphere above the Hidden Island was actually the true appearance of Keiji Yokomichi, but in order to protect himself, Yokomichi completely shattered the fragments of consciousness in his body.

And he was mixed in one of the fragments of consciousness.

If it were just that, it would only be a matter of time before these five high-level priests found him, but Liu Yonglu's bad luck was because of his fan. The chaotic will was running rampant in Henglu's body, and many fragments of consciousness were desecrated and polluted by the chaotic will.

The forbidden spells of their ancestors had no effect, so they could only use the most stupid method to screen them one by one.

Originally, this situation was not too bad for the ancestors. It didn't matter if it lasted a little longer. Anyway, Keiji Yokomichi couldn't escape, and it would just take some time for the cat to catch the mouse.

However, the appearance of the living flame added a new variable. Perhaps it felt the powerful energy contained in the celestial sphere, and the impact of the living flame became more and more violent.

The ancestors are a little exhausted! If they are asked to remove the forbidden spell now... they will definitely not be willing to do so. They have been pretending to be crazy and stupid for tens of thousands of years just for this day. Now that they are about to succeed, how can they suddenly give up?

After a brief discussion, the five ancestors reached a consensus that they must find a crossroads. Finding the living flame outside his celestial sphere might still be able to solve the problem, but if they removed the forbidden spell now, everything would be over.

"Hmm, look what I found..."

An ancestor reached his hand into a piece of debris, and the thirty-six-faced body on his neck spun rapidly, but the next second, he only pulled out a black leather bag from the debris.

Judging from his facial features, it's exactly Keiji Yokomichi!
"Lord Amphion, the consciousness used the power of chaos to shed its skin? This is troublesome."

The other ancestor's voice sounded somewhat depressed.

"He is not the Lord's preacher on earth, so how could he keep changing his appearance? The fusion with the power of chaos would also put a burden on his body.

Keep looking, I believe the result is not far away, he will only hide this once at most."

The five figures gradually blurred and disappeared into the wilderness. Not far from where the ancestor had just stood, in a fragment of consciousness, Henglu glanced out fearfully.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly this time and was not caught. But like they said, I am not the earthly preacher of "The Crawling Chaos" after all. This trick can only be played once. Next time, I'm afraid I will have no choice but to surrender.

Henglu now only hopes that the living flames will quickly penetrate the celestial sphere. He would rather be swallowed by the flames than be enslaved by the high-level priests again.

Or maybe Yonglu can come up with a good way to enter the consciousness body...

Henglu shook his head. No, Yonglu was no match for the ancestors in this space. He should take advantage of the fact that the living flames were attracting his attention and escape as quickly as possible.

[The work of the consciousness body is finally coming to an end, but the ominous premonition is growing day by day.

I am a mystic scholar, but now I have begun to believe in fate, intuition and other illusory things. It is indeed a bit ridiculous to think about it. 】

Under the celestial sphere, Liu Yonglu was still repairing the ancient books. He couldn't rush into the celestial sphere to rescue Henglu, so he could only hope that Christos would be quicker.

Many pages were lost in the ancient book, so I could only read Clymene's memoirs in bits and pieces.

[Recently, I feel like I've been squeezed out by that old guy Amphion. They've been circling around the most successful consciousness and only left a failed one to me.

But I don’t care. It’s a failure so it’s a failure. It actually makes my work easier.

Every day I would bring my own breakfast into the temple and prepare potions while eating. To be honest, this job was quite mechanical, because the formula of the potion was fixed and I was just repeating my previous work.

After breakfast, I replenished the magic potion in the magic circle around the consciousness body, and my work for the day was done. 】

[Recently, I found a new pleasure in my work, which is chatting with the failed consciousness. He gradually gained the ability to think normally.

I don’t know how the so-called “normal” is defined in mysticism, but as we chat I will forget his identity, as if the person floating opposite me is an ordinary human being.

Wait a minute... isn't this a weird idea? It's like a bad fable, but who cares? It's a failure anyway, and it's just a way to kill time. 】

[I think the failure in front of me may not be a failure. Compared with the successful consciousness that Amphion and his team are studying, this guy is indeed... How should I describe it? Much weaker. No, weak is used to describe humans.

It should be said that the effect is much worse, and his forbidden spells will even have some side effects.

But this guy is really smart. Today he suddenly asked me, what is my name?
To be honest, I was shocked when he asked me this question, because the consciousness body is composed of the consciousnesses of countless residents of Mu Continent. There should not be one consciousness that can integrate the rest of the existence and generate an independent concept of self.

But he asked me this question, oh, by the way, before that he also asked me my name, and I answered him that my name is Bacon Mint Burrito, and this is what I had for breakfast today, and he believed it.

Hahahaha, so should I give him a name? 】

[After thinking about it all night, this request didn't seem so excessive, so I told him, your name is Atlas. Yes, from today on, your name is Atlas.]

(End of this chapter)