Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 162 I copied down all the answers
"What about the risk mitigaters?"

"It's gone. It's already left Pluto's orbit. It said it's off duty." Luo Qing plucked two blades of grass, put them in his mouth and chewed them, looking completely indifferent.

"And what about the Altar of Truth?" the voice asked, trembling.

"It's been demolished. See that yellow sand on the ground? That's it."

"Why did you stop me and knock me unconscious?" Ding Yi said painfully.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll die?"

"Do you know what my question means to me? Everything, everything!"

Luo Qing glanced at him sideways. "Dr. Ding Yi, what was your question again?"

“A unified model of the universe, but now, I will never get that answer…” A few tears welled up in Ding Yi’s eyes.

Luo Qing patted him on the shoulder and said with some sympathy, "It's alright. Besides you, more than 70 other physicists asked the same question. After learning the truth, these 70-plus physicists were ecstatic for 10 minutes before turning into a ball of plasma flame and disappearing. But I can imagine that they must have been happy in the last moments of their lives."

Luo Qing leaned close to Ding Yi's ear, whispering repeatedly like a devil, "What a beautiful universal unified formula! It's truly the most beautiful thing in the entire universe, the only legacy left by the Nebula Civilization of the last cosmic era, and the ultimate knowledge possessed by the Risk Taker Civilization. My God! I can't even imagine how incredibly happy the physicists who see these answers will be!"

Ding Yi broke down.

Luo Qing ignored him and, as Ding Yi broke down, he summoned the heads of state from various countries.

These heads of state have spent a day and a night here with those scientists who were seeking death, and they don't look very well at the moment.

After the risk-takers left, on the endless green meadow, many onlookers finally couldn't bear it any longer. The morning light bathed the boundless grassland in a soft glow, and countless figures slept peacefully, their heads resting on the waves of grass.

"Eat some grass; this grass has the effect of restoring energy." Luo Qing, wielding his sword, cut a large handful of grass as if harvesting wheat, and distributed it to the heads of state of various countries.

"Thank you." The American president braided the bundle of grass that Luo Qing had given him into a green flower and tucked it into his silver hair behind his ear.

The Russian president wasn't as particular as she was. He stuffed the grass haphazardly into his mouth, swallowed it without chewing, and then said in a choked voice, "Mr. Wallfacer, now that all the scientists are dead, what should we do?"

Luo Qing said, "Scientists can be trained again. There are only a little over a thousand scientists who are willing to risk their lives for the truth. Don't worry, there are 20,000 scientists watching here alone."

"Regardless, the deaths of these more than a thousand people are still a huge loss for us, not to mention that they were all top figures in their respective research fields," the UN Secretary-General said with a heavy heart.

"It's fortunate that you stopped some of them, otherwise the losses would have been much more serious," a Chinese official said.

Luo Qing waved his hand: "The desire to seek the truth can never be extinguished. In my hometown, many people have given their lives for the truth. I understand them and I wish them well."

Of course, they won't be let off the hook either.

"It's a good thing you didn't go," said the chairman of the Pacific Front.

“I actually went too, but my question was the same as Hawking’s, and the risk assessors couldn’t answer it.”

"What are you asking?" everyone asked at the same time.

"How do I break through to the Nascent Soul stage?" Luo Qing spread his hands.

“We don’t understand the matter of cultivating immortality, but I believe you will eventually break through to the next realm,” the US president encouraged him.

"Thank you."

"In any case, they must have been happy in their final moments. May God guide their souls," the Pope prayed with his eyes closed.

“They have no soul,” Luo Qing added. “Their soul is with me.”

"What do you mean?" the Pope asked.

"This is exactly what I wanted to tell you, Human Emperor Banner, come out for a moment."

As soon as Luo Qing finished speaking, a golden banner was born from the void. In a soft glow, the banner, imbued with the sharpness of metal, stood upright on the grassland.

A golden flag fluttered in the wind.

The banner itself has a fabric texture like dragon scales, with golden threads constantly spreading out from the banner. Luo Qing put in a lot of effort back then to rename the Myriad Soul Banner and make it look like this righteous magic weapon.

Of course, the name and appearance are secondary.

Most importantly, everyone could faintly hear commotion inside the flag.

The noise seemed somewhat familiar.

This is……

"The true spirits of scientists are all here; in the words of the risk remover, I have extracted their information bodies."

Everyone stared at Luo Qing, seemingly not quite understanding what he was saying. "You can understand that I saved their souls," Luo Qing explained to the crowd.

"Do people... really have souls?" the Pope asked incredulously.

"It's called a soul, but in essence it's just an information body. Speaking of which, Pope, your faith isn't very firm."

"I, uh, I'm actually the Pope of the Liberation Theology." The Pope tremblingly pulled a bronze cross from his pocket and showed it to Luo Qing. On the cross was a sickle.

Luo Qing gave him a thumbs up. The liberation theology of South America had actually reached the Vatican. Time is a strange thing; anything can happen.

The UN Secretary-General asked, "Do you mean the souls of these people, or rather, their informational bodies, are all inside this flag? Can they come out?"

Luo Qing shook his head: "Right now, these thousand-plus people are in a pure information state. They can only leave the Human Emperor Banner for a short time. If they stay away for too long, they will be reduced to ashes by the impact of external information flow... After all, they are just mortals."

"But it should be fine if I come out temporarily." Luo Qing waved his hand slightly, and the Emperor Banner moved automatically without wind.

On the lush green meadow, a thin mist suddenly surged. Thousands of translucent figures gradually became clear, some standing, some floating, their forms appearing hazy before everyone.

"Dr. Seiichi Matsuda!" The chairman of the Pacific Front tried to grasp the familiar figure, but missed.

"I never thought Watashi would still be alive." Matsuda Seiichi looked at the familiar faces in a daze.

"Daddy!" a child's surprised voice rang out.

"Darling." A woman, her voice hoarse from crying, ran towards the illusory figure.

"son……"

“Kaliss…”

An unexpected and joyous reunion took place on this meadow.

"This is like a fairy tale, I like this ending." The EU president lit a cigar and took a puff.

The Russian president put his arm around the French president and gave him a hard hug.

"Unfortunately, their souls were preserved by Mr. Wallfacer before they entered the Altar of Truth, and they have no memory of what happened afterward..." the British Prime Minister lamented.

"You're a good person." The US president squeezed in and winked at Luo Qing.

Luo Qing curled his lip: "Abandoning their wives and children, they deserve to be punished! They won't be able to leave the Emperor's Banner for the next hundred years. I'm going to use them like nuclear-powered donkeys. Don't they like pursuing science? Then they'll study technological development properly. From now on, they'll work four days a week! Six hours a day! They can only leave the Emperor's Banner on holidays and three days off a week! Overtime pay will only be tripled! There will be two hours of mandatory lunch break every day! And they'll have to receive regular psychological counseling and physical exercise. I'm going to exploit them like crazy, using the Emperor's Banner to absorb their resentment for my cultivation, hehehehe."

Luo Qing let out that strange, eccentric laugh again; he always liked to do that.

The US president was already used to it; she stretched out her slender, white hand and gave Luo Qing a great thumbs up.

Matsuda Seiichi was undoubtedly the most devastated, no less so than Ding Yi, who was clutching his head in a frenzy. He ignored the chairman of the Pacific Front and his information body floated above Izumi. Izumi's body was still on the grass, the bloodstains had long since dried. No one touched the slender and beautiful girl, and even the pistol she used to commit suicide was still on the ground.

At the beginning of the Path of Ascension, Matsuda Seiichi disregarded Izumi and selfishly stepped onto the Altar of Truth, where she threatened suicide but failed.

But the ending is so ironic: he is the one who survived, while Quanzi is dead.

Seiichi Matsuda held Izumi's body and wept bitterly.

But the translucent Izumi is now standing to the side, kicking Matsuda Seiichi, who is holding his own corpse, while he cries bitterly.

—In the instant before the bullet pierced his temple, Quanzi's 'soul' had already been extracted by Luo Qing.

Matsuda Seiichi rolled to his feet and watched as Izumi's expression changed from fear to delight. He wanted to hug her, but Izumi had already walked into the Emperor's Banner without looking back.

The leaders who had witnessed the entire event smiled to themselves.

After watching the drama of love, hate, and grudges unfold, Matsuda Seiichi also caught up with the Emperor's Banner. Only then did Luo Qing set up a formation.

This formation comprehends the pure energy membrane of the Risk Remover. The formation's defensive strength is not strong; even an ordinary person could break through it with a wave of their hand. However, the formation's microscopic level has reached the quark level, which is enough to block the sophon.

This is a super dense, fragile soap bubble.

The three flying shovels all crashed into this impenetrable wall.

It's an anti-intellectual formation!

Besides the three microscopic sophons, the six-dimensional projection sophon also tried to squeeze in, but it had no mass and couldn't get in. In the end, it was kicked away by a passing reporter.

Inside the formation, facing the eagerly awaiting heads of state from various countries, Luo Qing immediately launched into a bombshell.

“I have written down all the truths given by the risk avoiders.”

(End of this chapter)