To Four Thousand Years Later - v6 Chapter 13

Although Zheng Fu didn’t lie, he didn’t tell the whole story either.

“It’s very troublesome to investigate, but it’s actually not very important, and the consequences are not particularly serious.” There is indeed nothing wrong with what Zheng Fu said before. These “recluses” just look scary… After all, they are not black barrier warriors. Strictly speaking, they are just a bunch of self-contained fat houses.

If they hadn’t started experimenting with other people and trying to spread their own group, Zheng Fu wouldn’t have bothered to pay attention to them.

After all, the freedom to choose self-destruction is also a kind of freedom in life.

Humans grow because they make mistakes. From ancient times to the present, with the advancement of the times, the concept of right and wrong is constantly changing. Even when it comes to each person, their views of right and wrong are different. If people only do the “right” thing all the time, then the final society will only become more and more stagnant. Human civilization stagnates like eternity and no longer moves forward, just like the wheels that no longer mutate and no longer change forms.

What it finally presents is only the “ultimate good” of the current social form based on the existing concept of right and wrong. It will never produce stepwise evolution, let alone the replacement of civilization. In other words, one is eternal and never changing.

In any era in human history, at the peak, people once thought that “the future will not get better” and “this is the whole truth of our era”. They have learned the ultimate Philosophy”, just like when Zheng Fu became Leonardo, he saw those who believed that “the natural science of this world has reached the extreme” and “human beings have been able to fully explain everything in this world.” Zheng Fu came from a more future In the era, we naturally know that their vision is short-sighted and limited by the times.

Just like Verne once imagined, the world of human beings in the future will be driven by huge dial-up telephones. People’s work and education will be entrusted to the giant dial-up telephone system covering the whole society, and all work will be dispatched by many telephone operators. Naturally, it is impossible for him to know what a mobile phone is and what the Internet is. Not to mention mind networks, consciousness uploads.

People have never seen it, it must be incredible.

Nor is he an omniscient and omnipotent god—Zheng Fu is well aware of this.

This era is certainly not the end of human generations, but only the limit of Zheng Fu’s imagination. Mankind will go on forever and forever, and now it is just a platform where the huge ark of human civilization stops on the sidelines. Since Zheng Fu can no longer guide mankind on a clear evolutionary path, at least he cannot become an obstacle to a new path and a new future.

His strength far surpasses everyone in this era.

If he wanted, he could destroy anyone in this world with a flip of his hand—they were the bones of his bones, the blood of his blood. As long as Zheng Fu is willing, he can let anyone share any degree of his memory, and his will, which is rarer than memory and as blazing and brilliant as a scorching sun, will also be implanted into the spirit of the other person along with the flow of memory.

In other words, Zheng Fu can enter anyone’s mind at any time… This means that he is an immortal person with at least ten billion lives. This number doesn’t even count synths that haven’t been enabled yet. If Zheng Fu chooses to suppress, then all rebellion is meaningless, he can be reborn in anyone’s body. Nature can also become one with everyone’s will, even if the other party cuts off his connection with the tower of the mind.

Therefore, if Zheng Fu chooses to end, all “mistakes” will be ended by him himself. There is no possibility.

Although he believed that the existence of these “hermits” was wrong, Zheng Fu already humbly believed that he had the possibility of making mistakes. Therefore, just like what he did in the previous 150 years—when there is a conspiracy, Zheng Fu will only cultivate and guide some people to fight against those who hold the conspiracy. He has always ensured that there is not too much difference in strength on the platform. If these people still fail, it means that it is not yet time to defeat this conspiracy. The winner is the truth… at least the temporary “truth bearer”. Until the next challenger comes on stage.

“Then, here is the Astronomical Torch.”

Zheng Fu raised his head and smiled peacefully.

There was still a calm and gentle smile on his face. It’s like a middle-aged man who comes home and faces his wife and children—this is not acting, nor is it a disguise. Zheng Fu is indeed full of almost overflowing “love” for today’s human civilization. In a sense, however, this is no different from the truth.

However, Zheng Fu is still humble today. He chooses to observe all developments objectively and calmly. Even if there are some things that are contrary to his worldview, he will not kill them prematurely, but let them go for a while and wait and see how they change.

“I think this is your first time visiting the Astronomical Torch.”

Zheng Fu stared at the smiling star torch, and said calmly

“yes, I…”

Karl looked up, muttering like a dream. What a beautiful sight it was in front of his eyes. It was a blue ocean.

The substantive spiritual energy condensed into azure blue translucent streamer, which danced in the air and intertwined on the ceiling like butterfly wings. The color was washed away in the reciprocating travel again and again, and turned into a clear and transparent light golden gauze, which flew steadily in all directions like a dream, and the end sank into the void.

And in the very center of the streamer is a bunch of golden flames like crystal strands of a blazing burner.

Huge torch. A huge beam of flames with a height of thirty meters surged upwards like a waterfall against the current, and within the golden flames, there was a vague phantom.

If you look carefully, you can find that it is not “Torch”, but a silver-white figure.

As soon as he did it or her, his face was blurred and his figure was slender, and he couldn’t tell whether he was wearing clothes or not. He has a huge body nearly ten meters high, and his hands are gently clasped in front of his abdomen. A blue phantom less than two meters deep was sleeping in his belly.

And his hair was the beginning of the azure blue streamers flying all over the sky.

As if aware of Zheng Fu’s visit, Xiu slightly raised his head and silently nodded to Zheng Fu. Zheng Fu also smiled gently in response.

“Let me introduce you, Carl.”

He said softly: This is the Astronomican Torch. The center where spiritual energy is extracted from the blood of all living beings, the place where everyone’s life ends.

“And this one you’re seeing…he’s an angel.”

“He is me.”