First of all, there must be light in order to get rid of darkness and distinguish everything.

Then there was light.

In this space, or kingdom, or world, or some kind of more mysterious place. Zhao Nan was looking around-there was nothing here, but it made him feel strange all the time.

It is no longer possible to describe this place with any vocabulary. The only thing that can be seen is the endlessness formed by pure white. Perhaps it is the same without light.

There is no difference between endless white and endless black.

You won't even feel the presence of the body—because it is simply a place where the senses, thoughts, spirit, or soul, etc. can only appear.

This is the inside of the ball of light, which is about to be included in the eighth only carrier-the moment the ball of light instantly enveloped Zhao Nan, it was also the same moment that Zhao Nan abandoned his body and entered here.

There seems to be no concept of time, space, or even distance. Being alone in this place, but still maintaining the appearance of the writing when he was a human being, is just the behavior of the subconscious mind here.

Zhao Nan took a deep breath, only subconsciously, and then closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, there was already a little light source in front of him. A little golden light source that is different from this pure white space.

Zhao Nan stretched out his hands and held up the light source, and the sound began to sound here at the same time. Still the sound of the ball of light.

"Why are you... why are you here? You shouldn't be here."

It seems to be the same question at the time of the first meeting, but the same question asked twice is not the same thing. At least at this moment, the light source of this point...the voice of the carrier can truly be called fear. .

"If there is no sense of distance here, that is to say, no matter how far apart you and me are. In fact, it is only very close, maybe you can meet in a moment, right?" Zhao Nan "opened" his eyes and looked at the place between his hands. Holding each other.

In fact, it's just a pure exchange of consciousness now.

"But...but why are you able to appear here?" The same question remains-perhaps for the photosphere itself, only this is the most concerned at this moment...because here is within the carrier, it is to make it complete The place where the indicator lives. It is the most central place of the entire new era-everything will start here.

The place of origin can only contain complete indicators, besides that, there should be no other consciousness that can break in.

"I have the key, but it is not here that I originally intended to enter... But now it seems that the key can be used in common." Zhao Nan's face is not lacking in surprise, "Such a key, Maybe according to normal development, the ninth one will be here in the future. Let’s create it too."

The carrier itself seems to be unable to understand what Zhao Nan said, "Why is there a key?"

"How can I know this kind of thing?" Zhao Nan shook his head: "Perhaps even the so-called key is a trap. Perhaps the key itself has a function that you and I have never known. Perhaps it is just a boring toy. ...Who knows? The point is, I used it and then I entered here."

Perhaps we should also be thankful that we have entered the carrier of the complete indicators of the Ninth Age.

Because it was planned for countless years. The key obtained by capturing the God's Punishment Apostle was to be able to open the door to the complete indicator of the Eighth Age. But now, by accident, the carrier of the Ninth Age has been opened.

There are no complete indicators here, but only a newly born fragile consciousness.

After entering here, Zhao Nan realized that the key seemed to be to open the carrier—the carrier of the Eighth Age. Only when the carrier is opened, can we directly face all the origins and all the indicators contained in it. If there is no key to open. No matter what kind of strength it reached in the Eighth Age, there is no way to see a complete indicator.

Unless it is willing to come out of the carrier.

But if you use the key in the Eighth Era, you will encounter the complete indicator of the Eighth Era-the most powerful, omnipotent, and the sole owner of the supreme authority.

Here however. What I encountered was only the newly born fragile consciousness of this group because the eighth was temporarily sealed, and the magpie's nest was occupied.

Zhao Nan's "hands" suddenly began to squeeze against the light source on his hands.

This kind of squeezing made the voice frightened and made a sound similar to screaming: "What do you want to do, then I will disappear."

"Of course it is to make you disappear."

"Why, I don't mean to hurt you. I just want to assimilate with you. As long as I assimilate with you, then if I infiltrate the carrier of alien consciousness, I will refuse to enter the complete indicator. I will be independent."

This is why the ball of light finally attacked Zhao Nan. Because of the introduction of the concept of independence and fairness, the immature consciousness has been shaken, so that it is impossible to control their behavior well... which is the reason for the current result. Zhao Nan didn't think that this effect would be achieved at the beginning.

He simply wanted the ball of light not to avoid him-in the Ninth Era, if the ball of light didn't want to get close to him, even if it pierced the sky, Zhao Nan couldn't get close to the opponent.

Because in the absence of complete indicators, it is the real master of the Ninth Age-it's a pity that this master's thinking ability is temporarily limited.

Perhaps, if you didn't encounter it during the rebirth of this era, the consciousness of the photosphere itself would become more mature.

"You will be independent because of this, and I will exist here, right?" Zhao Nan kept squeezing: "If it is a different personality, then forget it. After all, apart from personality, all our memories It’s all the same, and the things we value are the same... There are two sides to the number of people, it’s not a big deal. But what are you? For the complete index, I am a different kind of consciousness. For me, you are not a different kind of consciousness. consciousness?"

"Don't do this! As long as you and me are assimilated, the carrier will become pure, you and I will become the master of this child, and we will witness the brilliance of its future civilization... Witness the brilliance, you told me."

"I'm sorry." Zhao Nan's voice became more and more indifferent: "I didn't understand until I entered here. I can't let anything other than my own consciousness appear here. Because I need to make sure. Some things are bound to happen."

Ignoring any words of the original master here, Zhao Nan said to himself: "Yes, I have to do this. There should be no complete indicators in the Ninth Age. Because there are complete indicators, it is impossible to have extremes. The intrusion of evil-in different time dimensions, if the other side is not guided here, it cannot reach here. If the things I experienced in the deserted land are all originated, then I am here, Just as the last step in this cycle... it's finally perfect."

The light source has been squeezed to the point where it is only a little bit, like a candle light about to be extinguished, and it becomes sad to hear its voice: "Please don't be like this."

"I'm sorry...but in order to liberate everything, I can only do this." Zhao Nan's hands clapped in an instant, and the last point of light was completely shot into his hands.

That voice has never appeared.

A moment... In this place where there is no concept of time, does the so-called moment exist? Perhaps it should be said that Zhao Nan's next move was to suddenly release his hands.

The light source has not disappeared, but is more concentrated than at the end. Zhao Nan frowned: "After killing your consciousness, what is the difference between me and the complete index? You are in this new era, and you will continue to reincarnate, witnessing the rise and fall of civilization in this era...Go ahead."

A crack suddenly opened in the pure white space, Zhao Nan slowly breathed into his palm, and the light source was blown into the crack and disappeared.

It will fall into the reincarnation of the new era, reincarnation again and again, rebirth again and again, forget the previous life again and again, and die again and again...until the moment when this era is completely destroyed.

Even if it is not a true soul, it has this special right at this moment - and it can be given this right because within the carrier, it already has a new master at this time.

Everything here is like an object...Although everything does not exist here, everything can be reflected by thinking. As the origin of the world, this place can respond to everything that Zhao Nan has in mind.

Perhaps it can be compared to a wish machine here. As long as there is someone who makes a wish here, the carrier will respond to its wish.

Then realize.

It doesn't need much consciousness and spirit, what the wish machine needs is just the voice of wish. Therefore, even the fragile consciousness of the ball of light can become the master here. Similarly, because of its fragility, when faced with the eighth one, it must be unable to resist and eventually annihilate.

When Zhao Nan enters here, his consciousness is also stronger than it.

Now, he has occupied this place and has become the master of this nascent era.

He is not a complete indicator, but only in this era, he is the only one here.

"Let's... accept the real soul's delivery." Zhao Nan took a deep breath, and the carrier opened again, this time with his original body.

But this body is just an empty shell... It's probably a very strange experience to look at your own empty shell.

Looking at this body silently, Zhao Nan whispered in a low voice: "You... did you endure 27,000 years of loneliness just for this moment? Then... this time it's my turn."

"closure!"

The crack leading to the Eighth Age was instantly closed at this moment.

Zhao Nan slowly closed his eyes...He needs to sleep until the beginning of all that...waiting for the arrival of the first worst...