Chapter 1270 - 350: Truth and Origin

Chapter 1270: Chapter 350: Truth and Origin

"No matter the era, there are always similar refugees yearning for future freedom," said the Lord of Horror.

He revealed a trace of sorrow:

"Countless geniuses, prodigies, died at the gates, unable to leap over the Dragon Gate. Some civilizations succeeded, smuggling themselves into the future. We watch them leave, bless them."

"I wish to go too, but I dare not... I have always hesitated, wanting to rush towards the border line."

In the history of "Virtual Deduction," the age of failure after Xian is unfolding,

there are still many similar powerhouses, who trailblaze, emulate Xian, idolize him, aspire to become the next Supreme Immortal Venerable.

Wanting to escape from the [Past] to the [Future].

But most fail.

They attempt to make numerous versions of themselves in parallel space-time leap over the gate... transforming into countless "selves" like fish, leaping over the Dragon Gate.

As long as one self crosses the Dragon Gate and escapes to the other side of the river... it’s considered a success!

Ning Zheng pondered:

"The [Round Table] organization? A bunch of lunatics attempting to break through the border line?"

"In other words, my Qi Fortune Gambling Table, was left behind by those rebels who broke through the border line."

"Even the prehistoric me was one of the leaders of the [Round Table]."

"Blue Star was a civilization living in prehistory. At that time, I, along with countless parallel worlds of Blue Star, tried to cross the border and smuggle to the opposite side?"

"Chang Zhen Immortal Venerable stayed behind, letting some parallel worlds of himself rush forward? In the end, only one Blue Star succeeded, which was me?"

The elderly self from millions of years of high-dimensional civilization era on Blue Star, the mature self from tens of thousands of years of uni-dimensional civilization on Blue Star, and the infant self from the year 2003 during the primitive Blue Star era...

Countless versions of myself rushed forward, and it seems that only the ten-year-old self managed to smuggle to the opposite side.

Ning Zheng did not feel repulsed.

In this era, which powerhouse is not a multi-dimensional being?

Multi-dimensional downfall, countless dimensions of oneself, is a very normal thing.

Isn’t Jiumu Qing like that? Coming to the future, countless dimensions of himself fell, and they can even kill each other.

Just like the Immortal falling in fantasy novels, reborn from a drop of blood, a drop of blood can be reborn.

Countless selves just rushed forward.

It seems that only the ten-year-old, young self, rushed to the other side of the river, and then fell near the Sword Casting Manor of the Blood Separation Flower family and was caught to be a slave.

The young self falling is indeed a good thing.

My personality is independent, not the twenty-years-old self, not the ten-thousand-years-old self...

Ning Zheng doesn’t know how strong the adult version of himself is, nor what kind of powerful skill he possesses to smuggle, but that is just another self...

In parallel space-time lines, different life choices determine different life trajectories.

Currently, without a doubt, I have embarked on a trajectory that none of my other parallel space-time selves have walked on.

Because I was sent to the future.

Thinking further,

"Countless worlds trying to cross into the gates, the survivors are few... that is to say, those empty, desolate planets are the failures?"

"[The Present] is a huge planetary cemetery? Their planets became barren, those who smuggled there did not survive the torrent of time, most died, wiped away by time."

According to the proportion of life planets, most people failed to leap the Dragon Gate, [The Present] is full of desolate planets.

And the civilizations that succeeded...

Only Blue Star, and the life planet that Xian took me to discuss with before.

Presumably, there are other surviving life planets, but definitely not many.

"Do you know what [The Present] situation is?" Ning Zheng suddenly asked.

"[The Present]? What place is that? Isn’t it possible to go directly from [The Past] to [The Future]?" the Lord of Horror asked cautiously.

Ning Zheng smiled and shook his head, "You don’t know what is on the other side of the river, you just jumped in, it’s a graveyard over there, most of you failed."

The opposite side of the river?

Not an ideal land, not the future?

The Lord of Horror swallowed, revealing a hint of terror and despair: "They, they..."

"There are still some survivors, but the situation is not great," Ning Zheng said lightly, "stuck in the gap of [The Present], they must continue to push forward."

The Lord of Horror’s voice started to tremble.

Imagining his comrades, one by one, surviving with great difficulty after crossing to the other side, only to despairingly find out that it is [The Present], they must pass another hurdle to reach [The Future]?

How can it be, how can it be like this...

He could even imagine those friends, stepping into that land with high expectations, only to be met with massive despair.

"Two major hurdles in a row, can we really break through the border line and smuggle successfully?" he murmured to himself, his expression somewhat unraveling.

Ning Zheng knows of course someone smuggled successfully.

For instance... himself.

Thinking of this, Ning Zheng also understood what Xian said to him earlier.

He truly didn’t know the origin of this Blue Star.

Because these survivor civilizations from smuggling, every now and then they attempt to break the border and smuggle... he didn’t even bother to care.

Then, Ning Zheng kept asking various information about the [Round Table].

The Lord of Horror showed an apologetic expression, "We operate under a fully anonymous system, regularly hold round table meetings, use special encryption methods for communication to prevent exposure."

"Furthermore, the [Round Table] has undergone several destructions and rebirths, the information from the initial few generations is almost unknown."

So that’s how it is?

Ning Zheng showed a slight contemplative expression.

In this high-dimensional era, hiding information is too easy.

As long as you traverse time, create various paradoxes, use new timelines to cover the truth of the original timeline... multiple overlays, even Immortal Venerate himself cannot probe it.

This method of the [Round Table] organization using time coverage for activities is indeed effective, even Immortal Venerate cannot trace their past records.

It can be very well concealed.

But they don’t really care if they can trace it or not, they just catch people!

Whoever has high cultivation is caught.

Immortal Venerable Changzhen was probably caught like that.

Having roughly guessed the origins of his prehistoric self, Ning Zheng felt a sense of wistfulness, directly leaving behind these Horror Game managers, quietly leaving.

Perhaps, according to the storyline script, he should have gone through an exciting exploration process, then learned the detailed truth, the prehistoric origin.

Witness another self’s struggle, a poignant heroic endeavor.

But in reality:

Many mysteries are hidden in covered history, lost in the dust of vast historical currents.

The boundary crossers, geniuses yearning for freedom, batch after batch died in the tides of the era, and there was no one to erect a monument for them.

"Was he really Immortal Venerable Changzhen, was he really caught?"

Ning Zheng closed his eyes, his brain spinning rapidly, integrating countless information and details, and simulating deduction based on his character.

"I think I already know the truth."

With a clear thought, Ning Zheng chose to stop probing further because it was already meaningless.

Sighing, after searching for his origins, he suddenly felt aimless, and he returned to the Blue Star River Domain, letting the blacksmiths continue reincarnation, after advising some precautions, he returned to reality.

At this time, the painter also came to find him, directly stating:

"I am ready to start drawing historical epics in bulk, preparing to completely bleed them out, shaking their foundation?"