pjbooks Chapter 573 The Way of Living
Chapter 573 The Way of Living
Having temporarily determined how the small world would operate, Xu Si did not linger in one place for long.
He still has so much to do.
He had also recently informed Fan Wanwan of the relevant information about the divine messenger.
This made his time even more urgent.
According to Fan Wanwan, the divine messengers are those chosen by the gods who failed to achieve their goals.
Even the losers possessed the strength of a level nine life form at its limit.
Of the three selections that Honglong, Loumiwang, and Fan Wanwan participated in, there were actually not many who reached level nine and participated in the final selection.
And those who can become messengers of the gods are even fewer.
Currently, they can only confirm one person who is most likely to become a divine messenger.
It was Thranduin, the ultimate winner of the divine selection that the red dragon participated in, a prodigy of the bone dragon race known for his immortality.
He is most likely to become the messenger of the god of mystery.
Because of that year's Chosen One, Thranduin eliminated all his competitors.
As a result, in the later stages of that divine selection, not a single level-eight life form dared to advance to level nine.
As for other individuals who might become divine messengers, Fan Wanwan also listed a few.
For example, in the election presided over by the God of Life, a humanoid race called the "Destiny Speakers" emerged victorious, but that race relied on racial advantages.
The one who presided over the battle against Lou Miwang was the God of Order, and the final winner was an abyssal worm that could devour energy.
However, these guys are unlikely to become divine messengers, because they have never been able to possess the overwhelming advantage that Thranduin had.
Given the gods' preference for quality over quantity, they have virtually no chance of becoming divine messengers.
As Xu Si's consciousness slowly withdrew from his inner world, the sky above the valley had already darkened.
After the blood-red sun sank below the western ridgeline, it dyed the clouds on the horizon a color between dark red and deep purple, like a piece of silk that had been soaked in water for too long, hanging heavily on the horizon.
It was supposed to take two or three days, but this trial ended up taking seven or eight days.
However, the harvest was still pleasing.
He stood up from the giant rock, stretched his stiff shoulders and neck, and his bones made a slight, crisp sound.
Star power surged forth from the small world, seemingly boosting his strength considerably.
"Go back," he muttered to himself, before his body went limp.
When he reappeared, he was already standing on the wooden terrace at the top of the World Tree.
Golden-green light spread from beneath our feet to the distance, enveloping the entire land in a warm, dreamlike halo.
The night breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying the scent of grass and earth, reminiscent of spring fields.
A low table sits on the terrace, with two cups of tea on it. One cup has gone cold, while the other is still steaming.
Fu Xiaojian sat across from him at the low table, a pen in his hand, a rough map spread out in front of him, marked with fine lines the areas for the new city expansion and the preliminary site selection for the underground base.
"You certainly know how to pick your time." Fu Xiaojian looked up at him, put down his pen, picked up the still steaming cup of tea, and pushed it toward Xu Si's seat.
Xu Si sat down opposite him, picked up his teacup and took a sip. The temperature was just right, and the tea was refreshing and sweet.
"How's the new town expansion going?"
"It's basically complete, but our main focus right now is on the underground base, after all..."
Fu Xiaojian paused, his meaning clear without being spoken.
Xu Si did not respond.
To be honest, the news about Fan Wanwan put a lot of pressure on him.
This must put even more pressure on Fu Xiaojian.
If so many divine messengers were to descend, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for Earth.
"What? Are you leaving?" Seeing that Xu Si didn't respond for a long time, Fu Xiaojian seemed to sense something.
"Um!"
Xu Si's injuries still need to heal, and he also needs to get into peak condition to deal with any potential dangers.
"If the messenger of God arrives before me, do not resist, wait for my return."
Fu Xiaojian's face fell. The tip of his pen paused at the rough edge of the map, leaving a small ink stain on the yellowed paper.
However, he knew even more that what Xu Si said was true.
The way to live is to keep the green hills so that there will always be firewood to burn.
"……knew."
After a long pause, Fu Xiaojian finally responded, his voice more composed than usual.
"I won't be gone for too long this time." Xu Si put down his teacup.
"You said last time that you wouldn't be gone for too long." Fu Xiaojian finally raised his head, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, which could be considered a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"And what happened? You wandered around outside for almost two weeks before coming back."
"This time is different," Xu Si said.
"Oh? How are they different?"
Xu Si did not answer directly, but turned his head to look at the World Tree's emerald green canopy. The golden-green light swayed slightly in the night breeze, like a layer of breathing mist.
He offered no explanation.
His inner world has stabilized, and it will be restored to its original state once some other fundamental laws are added.
Fu Xiaojian did not ask any further questions.
"Nirvana is yours; it should be sufficient for most situations on Earth."
Fu Xiaojian looked down at the white dough ball in his pocket. It was slightly bulging in his palm, like it was yawning.
"When are you leaving?"
"Now."
"...So rushed?"
"The longer it is delayed, the more time is wasted."
Fu Xiaojian remained silent for a few moments, then reached into his pocket, took the lump of waxy white dough out, and placed it on the table.
It immediately sprang up like a cat smelling fish, rolled a few times along the table toward Xu Si, and was then stopped obediently by Xu Si's outstretched index finger.
"Old Fu," Xu Si suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
"If the divine messenger arrives and I haven't returned, I'll prioritize preserving myself." Xu Si couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't encounter any danger.
After all, you could encounter anything when you infiltrate other small worlds.
It's hard to say whether his luck will be as good as the previous two times.
Fu Xiaojian looked at him for a while, but ultimately did not offer any advice.
Since the end times, danger has been ever-present and everywhere.
All he could do was let Xu Si fly freely for a while.
"Old Xu, if—and I mean if—the situation becomes unavoidable, then we must protect ourselves!"
Good heavens, Fu Xiaojian has returned Xu Si's words.
However, Xu Si was shocked by Fu Xiaojian's gaze. Fu Xiaojian's words about protecting himself also included Earth.
If Earth cannot be saved, does that mean he should learn to be selfish?