12dz Chapter 159 Finding the Coordinates of the True Form
Chapter 159 Finding the Coordinates of the True Form
Chen Fan stared at the global map.
The outline in the picture.
So faint as to be almost invisible.
But the coordinate data is already being calculated.
The scrapped drafts library and the blacklist are operating simultaneously.
The two algorithms were mutually verified.
Like two lines.
One line goes upstream.
Investigate one line down.
Intersection.
That is the real body.
Si Mo stood to the side.
The new booklet in his hand.
The margins are still turning black.
"The chief editor's projection."
"Outside the tower."
"His true identity."
"It's still in a much farther place."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He reached out and drew a line on the global map.
The line starts from the top of the tower.
Passing through the chief writer's projection.
Pass through that array of black light.
Passing through nine ships that cleared the court.
It extends all the way into the depths of the void.
A coordinate appears online.
These are not the coordinates outside the seventh tower.
These are the coordinates of the outermost layer.
"Relay station".
Chen Fan said.
"His true identity."
"In the relay station on the outer layer of the seventh tower."
Si Mo opened the booklet.
He found the repeater information in the booklet.
"The outer layer of the Seventh Tower."
There are three floors in total.
"The first layer is the defense layer."
"The second layer is a buffer zone."
"The third layer is the repeater station area."
"The chief editor's projection."
"It was fired from the repeater station."
Chen Fan nodded.
He continued to swipe his finger across the global map.
The structure of the repeater station was peeled away layer by layer.
Like peeling an onion.
Peel it all away.
Revealing a core point.
"Take down this point."
"The projection can't be maintained."
"There is no projection."
"The pen in his hand."
"It can't be inserted."
Si Mo wrote it down in the booklet.
He finished writing.
Look up at the top of the tower.
At the top of the tower.
The chief editor's projection is still there.
The pen in his hand hovered in mid-air.
Point the pen tip at the seventh tower.
Targeting Chen Fan.
The thunder pattern on the pen body.
It has already begun to circulate.
Lightning gathered at the tip of the pen.
The more they gather, the brighter they become.
But Chen Fan stopped looking at the projector.
He was looking at the coordinates of the repeater station.
"We must launch a surprise attack."
"We need to do this before the projection bombards us at full power."
"Destroy the repeater station."
Chen Fan turned around.
He looked into the tower.
Sun Wukong stood by the pool where the verdict was overturned.
The golden light emanating from him had not yet dissipated.
The Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) was stuck in the edge of the pool.
The rod was still vibrating.
The Bull Demon King leaned against the tower wall.
The Bull Demon Blade was resting on his shoulder.
The blade was still covered with black mist residue.
The white dragon horse stood at the door.
The dragon scales on its body.
Seven pieces broke.
But he was still clutching the Immortal Binding Rope in his hand.
Three reels were tied to the rope.
It's the old stock that was just withdrawn.
"A surprise attack."
"Who will go?"
Chen Fan asked.
Sun Wukong pulled out his Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff).
The tip of the stick touches the ground.
"I am Old Sun."
"It's just a matter of somersaulting."
Chen Fan shook his head.
One person is not enough.
"The relay station has a defense layer."
"You'll have to lead a small squad."
"A swift and decisive victory."
"I'll be back after I finish."
"We can't delay there."
Sun Wukong nodded.
He carried the golden cudgel on his shoulder.
"Bring a few."
"You order."
Chen Fan marked the structure of the repeater station on the global map.
He circled the nodes of each layer.
"The defense layer has three doors."
"There are guards at each gate."
"You must do it within ten breaths."
"Break through the three gates."
"Then rush to the core."
"Destroy the repeater's coordinate anchor."
"As long as the anchor breaks."
"The chief editor's projection."
"Disintegrate immediately."
Sun Wukong looked at the nodes on the diagram.
He wrote down the nodes.
"Ten breaths."
That's enough.
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings emerged from the corner.
He was still holding a rubbing of the crack in his hand.
Cracks on the rubbing.
It has already extended to the edge of the rubbing.
"I'll go with him."
"He's in charge of breaking through the gate."
"I'll be in charge of cutting it off."
Turn the rubbing of Yang Jian's fragment over.
The back of the rubbing.
It's drawn with lines.
Each line is a connection.
"The chief editor's projection."
"It's maintained by these connections."
"Battle Chain"
"Energy chain".
"Inductive chain".
"The three chains are operating simultaneously."
"I can cut them."
"As long as the chain breaks."
Even if the projection is still there.
"We can't take action either."
Chen Fan looked at the lines on the rubbing.
The lines are very dense.
But each one has a number.
The fingers of Yang Jian's fragment.
Press on three of the lines.
Press the combat chain with your thumb.
Press the energy chain with your index finger.
Press the sensor chain with your middle finger.
"once."
"All three chains were severed simultaneously."
"Projection failure".
Tang Sanzang walked over from the other side.
He was holding a string of old beads in his hand.
The beads were retrieved from the bottom of the pond.
Each bead is engraved with a case.
"This humble monk objects."
"All out."
"The tower is empty."
"Who will guard it?"
Tang Sanzang wrapped the beads around his wrist.
He looked out of the tower.
Those nine ships of the Clearing Court.
The black light is still pressing down.
"The chief editor isn't stupid."
"He sent the purge court."
"It's to force us to go all out."
"If we all really go out."
"The tower is unguarded."
"His pen."
"You can head straight for the overturning case pool."
Chen Fan glanced at Tang Seng.
"You're right."
"Therefore, we cannot release all of them."
"Sun Wukong will take someone with him."
"I'll stay in the tower."
"Sitting in charge and in control."
Tang Sanzang spun the bead around once.
The beads collided with each other.
It made a dull sound.
"one person."
Is that enough?
The rubbings of Yang Jian's fragments were put away.
He suddenly opened the door.
"I broke the chain."
That's enough.
Too many people are actually not a good thing.
"The relay station's access point."
"Too narrow."
"Too many people make it difficult to operate effectively."
Sun Wukong stretched out his hand.
He shrunk the Ruyi Jingu Bang into a needle.
Insert it into your ear.
"I am Old Sun."
"Take Yang Jian with you."
"The Tower is yours to handle."
"Ten breaths."
"Smash the coordinate anchor."
"return."
Chen Fan turned to the global map.
He reached out onto the global map.
A new line was drawn.
This line starts from the side of the tower.
Pass through the wall of the seventh tower.
It penetrates the first line of defense on the outside.
Cross the second buffer zone.
It directly penetrates the core of the repeater station on the third layer.
Open a channel online.
Passageway entrance.
It was only two feet wide.
White light emanated from within.
The white light shone on Sun Wukong's face.
He squinted.
The fragment of Yang Jian's writings walked up to him.
He held the rubbing in his hand.
"The passage is open."
"Walk."
Sun Wukong nodded.
He took a step forward.
My foot had just stepped into the passageway.
A burst of white light suddenly erupted.
In the light of the explosion.
A group of things suddenly appeared.
Everything has four legs.
Two tails.
Its mouth looks like a crocodile's.
He had a roll of paper in his mouth.
The word "correction" was printed on the paper.
They surged out of the passage.
Like the tide.
They surged into the Seventh Tower.
"The Corrector Beast of the Recycling Court"
Tang Sanzang gripped the beads tightly.
The case on the beads.
All lights up.
"They're here to clear the area."
"Eat up all the old stock that has been removed."
The correction beast began gnawing at the tower wall.
The pieces that were bitten off.
It is chewed into pulp in the mouth.
Pulp dripped down the corner of his mouth.
It dripped onto the floor.
The floor also began to corrode.
Sun Wukong stood at the entrance of the passage.
The Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) was once again in his hand.
He turned and glanced at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan raised his hand.
On the global graph.
Reinforce the entrance to the passageway.
The reinforced passageway entrance.
It can last for ten breaths.
"Ten breaths."
"Go quickly."
"I'll deal with the Corrector Beast."
Sun Wukong smashed the guardian beast in front of him with his staff.
The staff gleamed with golden light.
They smashed all three beasts into pulp at the same time.
He rushed into the passage.
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings followed.
Passageway entrance.
They began to shrink behind them.
The correction beasts are still surging out.
Chen Fan stood in front of the global map.
He reached out and pressed the control line at the entrance of the passage.
The line is shaking.
The image shows a red warning.
One by one, they lit up.
Si Mo opened the new booklet.
He wrote:
Chapter 482.
"Raid the relay station."
"The passage has just opened."
"Correcting beasts are swarming in."
"Countdown."
"Ten breaths."
#Chapter 483 Correction Beast
The moment the correction beast rushed into the root evidence zone.
Chen Fan saw it clearly.
That thing is not a living being.
It was sewn on.
The surface of the beast's body is covered with seams.
Each seam had a grayish sheen.
The stitching was as thick as hemp rope.
Their goals are clear.
Head straight to the root evidence pool.
Heading straight to the case overturning pool.
Open your mouth.
Grasp a rule node.
"Click."
The node is broken.
Gray light gushed out from the broken edge.
The surface of the root evidence pool.
It immediately dropped three inches.
"Eat only the rules."
Chen Fan's voice deepened.
"It's not about destroying the tower."
"It's about eating nodes."
Sun Wukong is carrying his golden cudgel.
Standing at the entrance of the passage.
He only used half his strength.
The club swept horizontally.
Golden light swept over the three correction beasts.
The beast's body exploded.
Pulp splattered.
But after the pulp hits the ground...
It wriggled and pieced itself back together.
"Can't be beaten to death?"
Sun Wukong frowned.
The fragments of Yang Jian's work are approached from the side.
His knife was very fast.
The blade flashed across the junction of the beast horde.
Those seams.
With a single slash of the blade.
The wire broke.
The severed body of the beast.
It broke in two and fell to the ground.
But half of his body was still moving.
Each one grows a new head.
"It's not that it can't be killed."
Chen Fan stared at the global map.
The number of red dots on the map is increasing.
"It was sewn wrong."
"These things."
"It was a template for failure from the start."
"It's just taken apart and put back together."
Tang Sanzang stood by the pool where the case was overturned.
He turned to a new page in the booklet in his hand.
After the pool water was bitten off the nodes.
One entry is turning black.
It's an old case.
It was on the verge of necrosis.
Tang Sanzang raised his hand.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the pool where the case was overturned.
The entry that turned black.
Caught in the ripples.
Pull it to the bottom of the pool.
"Pending review."
Tang Sanzang said.
The writing emerged from the booklet.
It floated into the water.
The entry is not completely necrotic.
However, it was locked into a pending verification state.
"It can only be locked for three quarters of an hour."
Tang Sanzang looked up.
"Three quarters of an hour later."
"Or should we lift the lockdown?"
"Either die a horrible death."
Chen Fan nodded.
He reached out and pressed down on the global map.
The image shows a red warning.
It's still increasing.
A new wave of correction beasts rushed in.
This batch is even larger.
At least thirty.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
He opened the failed materials library.
On the interface of the resource library.
It's all gray checkered patterns.
Each cell represents a failure template.
He led the three beasts that were at the forefront.
Drag it into the resource library.
The beast's body had just entered.
The grid lights up.
It's not gray.
It's red light.
"Reverse DNS lookup".
Chen Fan slid his finger across the grid.
The structure of the three beasts.
It was disassembled in the warehouse.
Peel it off layer by layer.
seam.
Molding.
core.
At its core is a cloud of gray fog.
There is a frequency in the fog.
The frequency is fluctuating.
Chen Fan found the control frequency.
He input full-band interference.
The gray fog exploded.
The three beasts disintegrated simultaneously.
Paper pulp was scattered all over the ground.
This time, they didn't piece it back together.
"It worked."
Si Mo opened the new booklet.
He recorded:
"The correction beast is not a living being."
"Failed template stitching product".
"Core frequency is controllable."
"method."
"Reverse DNS lookup".
"Full-band interference".
Chen Fan spread the interference frequency band outwards.
Red dots on the global map.
They started disappearing in large patches.
Pressure at the passage entrance.
Suddenly, I felt relieved.
Sun Wukong sensed that the passage was no longer being compressed.
He gripped the golden cudgel tightly.
The golden light on the staff.
It surged threefold.
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings followed behind him.
The light on the blade.
It lit up too.
"Rush."
Chen Fan said.
Sun Wukong transformed into golden light.
They rushed out of the passageway.
The flash of sword light from Yang Jian's incomplete manuscript followed closely behind.
They rushed out of the seventh tower.
The correction beast was chasing after them.
But the passageway began to narrow.
Chen Fan timed it precisely.
When the passage narrows to only one person's width.
He fired out the last jamming wave.
The corrector beast that plugs the mouth.
It all disintegrated into pulp.
The passage was completely blocked.
Chen Fan turned to look at the global map.
The two bright spots in the picture.
It is moving at high speed.
Sun Wukong.
Fragments of Yang Jian's writings.
The coordinates point directly to the repeater station.
"The passage has been cleared."
Si Mo wrote it down.
"Ten-breath countdown is over."
"The raid begins."
Chen Fan stared at the two points of light.
The red mark on his palm.
It's starting to get hot again.
The warmth of the palm.
It's stronger than before.
He opened his palm.
In the red mark.
An extra crack appeared.
From the middle of the palm lines.
It chopped off his wrist.
Si Mo saw it.
He didn't speak.
I simply turned to another page of the new booklet.
Write down:
Chapter 483.
"Correcting Beasts"
"Clear the passage."
"The incomplete text of Sun Wukong and Yang Jian's writings burst forth."
"Chen Fan's palm print cracked."
On the global map.
A new signal suddenly appeared.
The signal is coming from the direction of the repeater station.
The waveform is familiar.
It is Buddhist chanting.
However, the frequency band was disguised.
Chen Fan pointed his finger at the signal.
The sound leaked out of the picture.
It was the sound of chanting scriptures.
The pace is very slow.
Each word was drawn out with a long vowel.
"Amitabha."
"Amitabha."
"Amitabha."
Third tone.
Three breaths apart.
Chen Fan understood.
This is not ordinary chanting.
It is an order.
It's scheduling.
It is an instruction.
He had heard this frequency at the Great Thunder Temple.
It is a special wave for the dispatch of Buddhist soldiers.
"There are Buddhists at the relay station."
Chen Fan's voice was very low.
On the global map.
Relay station direction.
Nine new red dots have lit up.
It is larger than the calibration beast.
Arranged in a circle.
Center of the ring.
It was a beam of light.
The beam of light shot straight into the sky.
Set up the black light array above the seventh tower.
A crack was reflected in them.
Si Mo opened the old booklet.
He found a page of records.
The margins are yellowed.
The handwriting is blurry.
He read out:
"Buddhist chanting disguised as frequency bands."
"Dedicated frequency".
"Secret dispatch order."
"Recordation number".
"Seventy-two."
Chen Fan listened.
He looked toward the entrance to the passage.
The glimmer of light from the fragments of Sun Wukong and Yang Jian's writings.
It is already close to the repeater station.
But on the repeater station side...
Nine red dots.
It starts to rotate.
The rotation speed is getting faster and faster.
The beam of light is also getting thicker.
The sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures.
It suddenly stopped.
Instead.
It was the sound of a bell.
The sound of bells emanated from the pillar of light.
The entire map shook.
The crack in Chen Fan's palm.
In the tolling of bells.
It cracked open a little more.
Red light seeped out from the crack.
It's not blood.
It is some kind of symbol.
The symbols move under the skin.
It looks alive.
Si Mo stared at the symbol.
He opened Chen Fan's old scroll.
A blank page was found.
On the blank space.
Suddenly a line of text appeared:
"The seventh crack in the palm print."
"Sealing away memories."
"Warning line".
"Do not touch."
The handwriting had just appeared.
It disappeared again.
Chen Fan didn't look at his palm.
He stared at the global map.
The image above.
Sun Wukong's light spot.
They collided with that beam of light.
A burst of golden light erupted.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 484 Buddhism has also intervened.
The moment the golden light exploded.
Sun Wukong's light spot.
stopped.
It didn't stop after being hit.
It was covered by a layer of transparent material.
On the global map.
That layer became visible.
Pale gold.
As thin as a cicada's wing.
It is placed around the relay station.
Like a bell.
Chen Fan pointed his finger at it.
Enlarged image.
The shell was engraved with scriptures.
Densely packed.
Sanskrit.
"Silent shell".
Si Mo opened the booklet.
Turn to page 480.
There is a line of small print in the footer.
"Buddhist-style silent enclosure".
Outsourcing agreement.
"Not yet due."
Chen Fan stared at the line of text.
"Outsourcing?"
"What kind of outsourcing?"
Si Mo continued flipping through the pages.
Scroll down to an earlier record.
Page 323.
An agreement was drawn on the page.
Party A: Recycling Court.
Party B: Outsourcing agency for Buddhist institutions.
Project: Hide repeater coordinates.
Duration: Three hundred years.
Date of signing.
It was 280 years ago.
Two hundred and eighty years ago.
"The Seventh Tower hadn't been built yet at that time."
Chen Fan said.
He ran his finger along the end of the agreement.
The signature of Party B.
It is a swastika symbol.
The seal is still shining.
"The agreement is still in effect."
"The Buddhist Sect's Recycling Center's Hidden Coordinates."
"It has been hidden for two hundred and eighty years."
There was a moment of silence inside the tower.
The power of the outside world.
People started laughing.
She laughed very softly.
But Chen Fan heard it.
Did you hear that?
He pointed to the light screen outside the tower.
On the light screen.
Outer gallery seats.
Someone is shaking their head.
"The old forces."
"They say they're detaching themselves."
"I'm still helping someone hide coordinates."
The laughter grew louder and louder.
More than one force is laughing.
There are people from the Panlong Palace.
There is a loose cultivator alliance.
There are also a few retired celestial officials from the old Heavenly Court.
They were dressed in casual clothes.
Sitting in the corner.
One of the old men.
His beard was gray.
He tapped on the handrail.
"Buddhism".
"Bet on both sides."
"While discussing legal warfare with Chen Fan."
"While helping to retrieve the Tingzang relay station."
"So clean."
"As clean as a lotus flower."
The old man laughed out loud.
The people around them laughed along.
Inside the tower.
The Buddhist representative stood up.
He was wearing a bluish-gray monk's robe.
A swastika emblem is pinned to the collar.
He put his hands together in prayer position.
"Benefactor Chen."
That's an old agreement.
"Buddhism is already being withdrawn from."
"It's just that the agreement hasn't expired yet."
"Automatic renewal."
His tone was very flat.
It's like chanting scriptures.
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
He looked at Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang stood on the other side of the pagoda.
He was holding prayer beads in his hand.
The beads are spinning very fast.
"Master."
"Your old colleague."
"Helping with recycling."
"Is there anything you want to say?"
Tang Sanzang stopped using the beads.
He looked up.
His eyes were expressionless.
"This humble monk."
"He is no longer a member of the Buddhist community."
"But this humble monk still has something left behind."
He raised his hand.
Open your palm.
A ray of light appeared in my palm.
Light is a wavelength band.
The band is very new.
It's still jumping.
It was just now.
The content contains real-time data from the Buddhist silent shell.
Data Display.
The silenced shell was ten breaths ago.
I just received an energy boost.
Additional sources.
It is a remote transmission from the Buddhist headquarters.
Energy pathways.
Clearly and distinctly.
The end points to the sacred site of a Bodhisattva.
The coordinates of the dojo.
It's old.
Old Guanyin interface.
The tower exploded.
The outer gallery erupted in chaos.
That old immortal with a white beard.
They laughed even louder.
"Ten breaths ago."
"They still claim it's an old agreement."
"It was just charged ten breaths ago."
"Does the old protocol require real-time charging?"
The face of the Buddhist representative.
It changed for the first time.
It doesn't turn red.
It turns white.
His skin was as white as the monk's robe he wore.
"this."
"That's impossible."
"The soundproof shell is indeed outsourced."
"But charging permissions."
"The Buddhist sect has already been taken back."
Tang Sanzang remained silent.
He amplified the band data.
Zoom in to the maximum.
The lowest level of the band.
It has a serial number printed on it.
The numbering format is Buddhist.
It ends with three characters.
"Don't withdraw."
Chen Fan looked at those two words.
"Don't withdraw."
"They won't let us leave."
"We still don't dare to retreat."
He turned around.
Addressed to representatives of the Buddhist community.
"Legal war signed."
"The agreement was for withdrawal."
"What did you smoke?"
"Some people were pulled away."
"Leave the mute shell."
"They took the initiative."
"Leave hidden agents behind."
"Is this what you call detachment?"
The Buddhist representative opened his mouth.
The monk behind him.
Some people started to shrink back.
The laughter from the surrounding area grew even louder.
The representative of the Panlong Hall stood up.
He wore a golden robe.
It has horns on its head.
"Buddhism".
"When signing the agreement with us."
"He said the same thing."
"The old agreement has not been withdrawn."
"It's alright."
"So that's how it's always been done."
The members of the Loose Cultivator Alliance sneered.
"Two hundred and eighty years."
"Help me retrieve the coordinates of the palace archives."
"Hide until Chen Fan comes knocking on the door."
"Still charging."
"This is called detachment."
"That's called betting on both sides."
That old immortal with a white beard.
Tapping on the handrail.
The rhythm is the same as before.
"I once served in the old Heavenly Court."
"I've seen this kind of thing many times."
"Detachment is a lie."
"The guarantee is real."
"Support whoever wins."
"Buddhism excels at this."
His words had barely left his mouth when...
A chorus of agreement arose from the surrounding area.
The Buddhist representative stood still.
The monk's robe was soaked with cold sweat.
He turned around.
He looked at the monk behind him.
No one dared to meet his gaze.
Chen Fan raised his hand.
Point your finger at the global map.
The point is located on the silent shell.
"Silent shell".
Outsourcing agreement.
"It's still in effect."
"Buddhism".
You only have two paths.
"one."
"Leave on your own."
"two."
"I wrote this as a ruling."
"Deliver it to all the powers."
"You can choose for yourselves."
The hand of a Buddhist representative.
I'm trembling.
He put his hands together in prayer position.
"Benefactor Chen."
"The Buddhist community is willing to withdraw."
"Retreat now."
He stretched out his hand.
He took out a jade pendant from his sleeve.
The jade plaque is engraved with the swastika symbol.
He crushed the jade tablet.
The fragments fell to the ground.
Turn to ashes.
On the global map.
That pale golden shell.
It begins to dissolve.
The scriptures disappeared line by line.
From bottom to top.
Like paper burned by fire.
Chen Fan stared at the drawing.
The shell dissolved completely.
Real-time coordinates of the repeater station.
Bright.
The coordinates are displayed clearly.
position.
Energy fluctuations.
Even the internal defense arrays.
Everything was exposed.
Sun Wukong's light spot.
It burst out of its shell.
The somersault cloud transformed into a golden thread.
Directly insert into the repeater station entrance.
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings followed.
Passageway entrance.
The correction beasts are still surging out.
Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel.
The staff gleamed with golden light.
Smash it down.
It's not about smashing the school's guardian spirit.
It was the door that was smashed into the relay station.
The door was broken.
It shattered into countless fragments.
The fragments flew inwards.
The space inside is exposed.
Inside the repeater station.
It was very dark.
Only one light was on.
A person is sitting under the lamp.
Wearing official robes.
Holding a judge's pen.
It is the projection of the chief writer.
He sat behind the desk.
The case was piled high with files.
In the pile of files.
There was a box there.
The box was open.
Inside is a seal.
The bottom of the seal is engraved with words.
"Seventh Court - Cleanup Order"
The chief writer looked up.
His face was expressionless.
The pen tip hovered above the removal order.
Ready to land.
Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly.
The staff was aimed at the chief scribe's hand.
Get ready to smash.
But he stopped.
It wasn't that they were stopped.
He saw something else.
Deeper into the repeater station.
The corners where the lights don't reach.
There is a statue standing.
It is a statue of Guanyin.
old.
Like being covered in dust.
But the red dot between the eyebrows.
It's still glowing.
The light is red.
The light shone on the table in front of the statue.
An agreement was spread out on the table.
The footer of the agreement.
It is printed with today's date.
Below the date.
It says a line of text.
"Old Guanyin interface."
"Not withdrawn."
#Chapter 485 Old Guanyin Interface Statue
Sun Wukong stopped.
He stared at the Guanyin statue.
The statue was covered in dust.
The red dot between his eyebrows was still glowing.
A red light shone on the agreement.
Footer of the agreement.
It is printed with today's date.
The line of text below the date.
"Old Guanyin interface."
"Not withdrawn."
Sun Wukong laughed.
It's not a laugh.
It's a grin.
He clenched his teeth.
He gripped the golden cudgel tightly.
The rod began to tremble.
It wasn't because my hands were shaking.
It's the Koreans themselves that are vibrating.
The fragment of Yang Jian's work was the first to move.
He cut past Sun Wukong from the side.
The fragments of the text transformed into a white shadow.
The white figure crashed into the table in front of the Guanyin statue.
The table broke.
The agreement flew away.
The pages flipped in the air.
Yang Jian raised his hand.
The finger is pointing at the agreement.
The agreement was left hanging in mid-air.
The paper cracked.
The crack climbed up the foot of the page.
Climb to the date line.
The date is starting to fade.
The numbers disappeared one by one.
The red light between the eyebrows of the Guanyin statue suddenly shone brightly.
The light shone on Yang Jian's hand.
Yang Jian's fragment flickered.
He withdrew his hand.
Smoke was rising from my fingertips.
"Legacy interface".
Yang Jian said.
"It's still running."
Sun Wukong took a step forward.
The steps are not large.
Step on the ground.
The floor tiles are cracked.
The cracks spread outwards from beneath his feet.
Extend to the base of the Guanyin statue.
Dust on the base.
It was shaken and lifted up.
Dust swirls in the red light.
The red light began to change.
Symbols emerged from the light.
Round and round.
It has a shape like a tight band.
Sun Wukong saw the circle of symbols.
He stopped.
It's not fear.
He was even angrier.
He recognized it.
At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.
He was suppressed for five hundred years.
Every hundred years.
This frequency only rings once.
Tighten the hoop.
The tight band is not a physical object.
It's a frequency band.
It is a constraint created by chanting scriptures.
It is superimposed on the consciousness.
It's ingrained in my bones.
Each time it tightens.
Just reinforce it once.
Five hundred years.
Five times.
Five reinforcements were carried out.
Every time, it happened just as he was about to break free.
The frequency then picked up.
This is the frequency now.
Release it outwards from between the eyebrows of the Guanyin statue.
Round and round.
It spreads outwards.
The spread is not fast.
But the circle is getting denser.
The symbol is getting brighter and brighter.
Yang Jian raised his hand, revealing the incomplete scroll.
The white runes on his arm lit up.
Runes connected in a line.
The line extends from the arm to the fingertips.
His fingertip traced a line in the air.
The traced path.
It turned into knife marks.
The knife marks were made on the frequency coil.
It broke on the first lap.
The cut is clean.
However, the symbols at both ends of the break did not dissipate.
Instead, it began to repair itself.
The repairs were completed very quickly.
The fracture has just appeared.
It closed.
Yang Jian made another cut.
This time the knife mark was deeper.
It was cut in three circles.
All three rings broke simultaneously.
The symbols collapsed.
The scattered symbols floated in the air.
It floated for two breaths.
They regrouped.
They cluster into smaller circles.
It is placed outside the original large circle.
"It is reproducing."
Yang Jian said.
"Old frequency bands have self-healing mechanisms."
Sun Wukong remained silent.
He stared at the Guanyin statue.
It looks like it's made of stone.
But the red dot between the eyebrows.
Light began to seep out.
The light is like water.
It flowed down from between his eyebrows.
It flowed like a face.
It flowed across like a neck.
It flowed into the folds of the clothes, like the chest area.
The stone statue moved.
It's not the whole thing that moves.
It's between the eyebrows.
The space between his brows was split.
More red light surged from the crack.
The red light coalesced into a human shape.
A human figure stands in front of the Guanyin statue.
The outline is blurry.
But you can tell he's a monk.
The monk was wearing an old cassock.
The robe has scriptures on it.
The scriptures are bleeding.
Blood dripped onto the ground.
The ground began to corrode.
The corrosion created pits.
More symbols emerged from the pit.
The symbol looks like an insect.
Climb out of the pit.
Climbing towards Sun Wukong.
Fragments of Yang Jian's writings blocked the way.
He put his hands together in prayer position.
They separated again.
When we parted ways.
A beam of white light shot out between his two palms.
The white light was like a wall.
A wall blocked the way for the symbol worm.
The symbol worm crashed into the wall.
They started gnawing on the wall.
The pieces that were gnawed off.
They turned into specks of light in their mouths.
The light spots were swallowed by them.
After swallowing them, they begin to reproduce.
One becomes two.
Two became four.
The quantity has doubled.
Yang Jian's wall is shrinking.
"This thing consumes magic."
Yang Jian said.
"You can't use magic to fight."
Sun Wukong moved.
He didn't use magic.
We charged straight in.
The golden cudgel trailed behind him.
The stick scraped across the ground.
A trench was carved into the ground.
Golden light shone from the ditch.
Golden light is not magic.
It is the weight of the golden cudgel itself.
The weight crushed the symbol insects on the ground.
The insects were crushed into paper scraps.
Paper scraps flew up.
Flying towards the Guanyin statue.
It was swallowed by the red light.
Sun Wukong rushed to the front of the wall.
He didn't stop.
It crashed straight through the wall.
The white light shattered into pieces.
The shards pierced his shoulder.
He ignored it.
He raised his golden cudgel.
The staff is aligned with the Guanyin statue.
Get ready to smash.
The human figure in the Guanyin statue raises its hand.
My fingers formed a handprint.
It is the Guanyin seal.
When it was printed.
All the red light was withdrawn.
Shrink to a single point.
A point shot out from between the eyebrows.
It shot towards Sun Wukong's forehead.
Sun Wukong tilted his head.
They dodged it.
But the red light wasn't aimed at him.
The target is Yang Jian, who is behind them.
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings were about to follow.
The red light shone on his chest.
Yang Jian stopped.
The white shirt on her chest began to become transparent.
The symbols inside are made transparent.
Symbols are all over his body.
It's about sealing away memories.
It is a remnant of the old bandgap frequency.
Sun Wukong saw it.
He didn't turn around.
But he knew that Yang Jian also had this frequency within him.
Five hundred years ago.
Yang Jian pressed him down with his own hands.
That day, Yang Jian also received a tight headband.
It wasn't to restrain Yang Jian.
It's for binding.
Bind Yang Jian to the Five Elements Mountain.
The mountain remains.
It's tightly bound.
The mountain shattered.
The tight band is still there.
This is the frequency band now.
It was activated by the Guanyin interface.
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings began to disappear.
Start from the chest.
Expand outwards little by little.
Extend to the shoulders.
Extend it to the arm.
Extend to your fingertips.
He looked down at his hands.
The fingers are disappearing.
"Chen Fan knows."
Yang Jian said.
The sound was very flat.
"The seventh crack in the palm print."
"What's being sealed away isn't the memory."
"It's this frequency band."
He raised his head.
Look into the void.
Look in a certain direction.
He told me not to touch it.
"I touched it."
Sun Wukong heard it.
The golden cudgel began to vibrate.
The shaking is getting stronger and stronger.
The Seventh Tower.
Inside the tower.
Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged.
He had his eyes closed.
He was chanting scriptures.
They weren't reciting Buddhist scriptures.
It's the reverse.
The words and sentences are reversed.
The intonation was disordered.
He read it a hundred times.
Recite it in reverse one hundred times.
Scriptures appeared on the inner wall of the seventh tower.
The scripture is written backwards.
The reversed writing began to glow.
Light shines out from inside the tower.
The shot was fired at the relay station.
The arrow was aimed at the Guanyin statue.
When it hits.
The frequency loop has just expanded to the fourth loop.
Tang Sanzang's reversed recitation collided with the frequency circle.
Two versions of the scripture.
One positive.
One is the opposite.
They collided.
They resolve each other.
The frequency coil began to crack.
It shattered around one side.
Two laps.
Three laps.
Everything was broken.
The human figure in the Guanyin statue turned its head.
Look towards the direction of the seventh tower.
His lips twitched.
It sounded like they were reciting something.
But I didn't read it aloud.
Because of Sun Wukong's golden cudgel.
It crashed down.
The stick was wrapped in golden light.
The golden light was mixed with black mist.
Black aura is murderous aura.
A murderous aura so pure and extreme.
The staff struck the top of the Guanyin statue's head.
The stone statue shattered.
from head to foot.
It's all broken.
Gravel flew out.
On each piece of gravel.
They were all bathed in red light.
The red light left the statue.
It began to weaken.
It's getting darker and darker.
They were finally wiped out.
The human figures are also dispersing.
When it's time to disperse.
A line appeared in its hand.
The line connects to the repeater station deeper inside.
The other end of the line.
What is it tied to?
Sun Wukong followed the line and looked over.
I saw it.
It is the protective cover for the repeater station.
The shield is disconnecting.
Pieces fell down one by one.
Each piece falls off.
The repeater station was exposed.
It fell to the very end.
The entire pedestal is exposed.
There are runes on the pedestal.
The runes are darkening.
It's not just the runes that have darkened.
There was also a projection of the chief writer.
The vote had an impact.
It wasn't Sun Wukong who smashed it.
The protective shield has lost its connection.
The signal is lost.
The projection started to become unstable.
The outline is shaking.
It trembled for three breaths.
They've stabilized again.
But when things stabilize.
The void behind the projection.
A crack appeared.
The opening is very small.
But it's visible.
It's not black inside.
These are coordinates.
These are the actual coordinates.
The true identity of the chief editor.
It's finally revealed.
Sun Wukong saw the coordinates.
Remember the location.
He smiled.
The golden cudgel was retrieved.
The rod was still vibrating.
The shock came from the remaining force.
He didn't care about Yu Li.
He turned to look at the entrance of the passage.
The correction beasts are still surging out.
He was carrying a stick.
Rush in.
I didn't follow up on the fragments of Yang Jian's work.
He is still fading away.
It dissipated until only the last piece of a finger remained.
His fingers twitched.
I wrote a few words in the air.
The words weren't finished.
scattered.
The Seventh Tower.
Tang Sanzang opened his eyes.
He looked down at his hands.
My palms are getting hot.
It's very hot.
He turned his palm over.
A new line appeared on my palm.
Deep red.
The lines are winding and crooked.
Like a passage of scripture.
Scripture written in reverse.
He closed his palms.
Keep reading.
It's not reciting the wrong scriptures.
That's normal.
The phrase being recited is "Thus have I heard".
Four words.
He pronounced each word very accurately.
It's like they're confirming something.
In front of the global map.
Chen Fan stared at the changes on the chart.
He saw Sun Wukong smash the Guanyin statue.
I noticed the shield has dropped.
I saw the chief editor's projection become unstable.
I saw that crack.
Coordinates within the crack.
He remembered it.
Compare it with the one I remembered before.
Two coordinates.
They are not in the same place.
But it's very close.
They were so close that they were separated by only one barrier.
Si Mo opened the new booklet.
He wrote:
Chapter 485.
"Old Guanyin statue."
"broken."
"Relay station shield".
"Everyone is offline."
"The old bandwagon frequency band."
"To eliminate."
"The true location of the chief writer."
"Exposure".
He paused for a moment.
He added another sentence:
"Not just one place."
"There are two places."
"One floor short."
"Just one more floor."
The pen tip rests on the paper.
The ink wasn't dry.
It started seeping into the paper.
Chapter 486 True Coordinates Exposed
Two coordinates.
Just one more floor.
Si Mo's pen stopped on the paper.
The ink is seeping in.
Chen Fan stared at the global map.
The two red dots in the picture.
Stacked together.
Like a pair of eyes.
"layer."
He spoke.
The sound was very soft.
Sun Wukong's golden cudgel was still pointing at the projection of the chief scribe.
The projection is shaking.
The chief writer's hand was still holding the pen.
But the pen tip is crooked.
In the void behind him.
That extremely faint outline.
It's starting to become clear.
Not in one place.
There are two places.
Chen Fan tapped his finger on the global map.
The red dot is magnified.
A model of the repeater cluster emerged.
Outer layer.
Inner layer.
There was a barrier in between.
The barriers are marked in red.
There are three words written on it.
"The Sea of Failure".
Si Mo turned to a new page.
He wrote:
"True coordinates exposed."
Two places.
"External coordinates".
"Internal coordinates".
"One floor short."
"The Sea of Failure".
Chen Fan turned around.
The wind blew in from the top of the tower.
The wind made his sleeves flutter.
"We're not going to hold out anymore."
He said.
Tang Sanzang raised his head.
"military adviser?"
"I said I'm not going to stay."
Chen Fan's finger swept across the entire map.
From the seventh tower.
It was assigned to the repeater station group.
"He's going to take down the seventh tower."
"We'll attack his stronghold."
The reader turned the pages of the sutra.
The lines of scripture above jumped up one by one.
Reorganization.
It becomes a new arrangement.
"What should we do with the tower?"
he asks.
"You guard it."
Chen Fan looked at Tang Sanzang.
Then he looked at the one who was observing the scriptures.
Finally, he looked at Si Mo.
"Three people."
That's enough.
Tang Sanzang held the nine-ringed tin staff.
The brass rings on the staff bumped together.
Ding ding ding.
"Strategist, are you going in person?"
"I'll go."
Chen Fan said.
"I have been waiting for this day for over a hundred years."
He raised his right hand.
The line of gold characters on the palm of my hand hadn't faded yet.
"incite defection."
Two words.
It glows under the skin.
Si Mo opened Chen Fan's old scroll.
Find the page that just appeared and then disappeared.
Blank space.
Another line of text appeared.
"The seventh crack in the palm print."
"Do not touch."
"But it's usable."
The writing didn't disappear this time.
Stop there.
Chen Fan glanced at it.
He didn't say anything.
He reached out and pressed his hand on the global map.
The red warning on the image is still flashing.
One after another.
He held one of them down.
That's the direction of Flower and Fruit Mountain.
The model of the mountain is enlarged.
The core of the mountain.
The golden light was still circulating.
Not a single power supply node was missing.
"Power will continue to be supplied from the rear."
He said.
"Give me whatever you have."
"in addition."
He paused for a moment.
"Those who want to overturn the verdict."
"Let them do it."
Si Mo opened the booklet.
A stack of letters requesting help was tucked inside the booklet.
They all originate from peripheral nodes.
Some of them were written very sloppily.
Some only had a symbol drawn.
But they mean the same thing.
Request to join.
The Bull Demon King's voice came through the communicator.
"military adviser."
"I've heard about it."
"Let me lead the team to provide backup."
His voice was very loud.
In the background, you can hear Princess Iron Fan scolding him for being too impulsive.
"You are limited to five miles from the seventh tower."
Chen Fan said.
"Don't get too close."
"clear!"
The Bull Demon King's loud laughter rang out.
The communicator vibrated and buzzed.
Chen Fan released his grip.
The red dot on the global map is still jumping.
He walked to the tower.
I glanced down.
The corrector beasts beneath the tower are still surging.
Densely packed.
Like an ant colony.
Sun Wukong's golden light weaved through the beast horde.
With each swing.
Three beasts exploded simultaneously in each case.
But the number of beasts did not decrease.
The number is still increasing.
"monkey."
Chen Fan called out.
The golden light hovered in mid-air.
Sun Wukong looked up.
"what?"
"Come with me."
"Go raid their lair."
Sun Wukong grinned.
He revealed a mouthful of sharp teeth.
He hoisted the golden cudgel onto his shoulder.
They rushed up on somersault clouds.
It landed on the edge of the tower top.
The chief editor's projection is still there.
The pen in his hand was completely crooked.
Point the pen tip at the void behind you.
He was trembling.
"you......"
He spoke.
The tone of his voice changed.
"How dare you..."
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
He looked at Si Mo.
"Write it down."
Chapter 486.
"True coordinates exposed."
"The Seventh Tower was handed over for joint management."
"Chen Fan leads the team into action."
"Target."
"Relay station cluster".
Si Mo's pen moved swiftly.
The ink left a long tail on the paper.
Chen Fan stepped onto the Somersault Cloud.
Sun Wukong stood beside him.
He carried the golden cudgel on his shoulder.
The stick was still covered in pulp.
"Walk."
Chen Fan said.
The somersault cloud transformed into golden light.
Break out of the seventh tower.
Behind him.
The tower's protective shield lit up again.
Tang Sanzang stood on the top of the tower.
The nine-ringed tin staff was stuck in the ground.
The scriptures of those who contemplate them are like chains.
It wraps around the tower.
Si Mo opened the new booklet.
He added a sentence to the last line.
"The periphery."
"There's one more."
"The Sea of Failure".
The wind blows across the top of the tower.
The wind blew away the still-wet ink from the paper.
The golden light had already flown far away.
Repeater station cluster.
It's right ahead.
But the periphery of the Taiwan Strait.
There is a black sea.
The seawater is still.
There was no disturbance.
No sound.
On the sea.
A layer of grayish-white stuff was floating on it.
It looks like paper ash.
It also resembles ashes.
Chen Fan stood on the somersault cloud.
He saw the sea.
On the global map.
The map of that sea popped up.
"The Sea of Failure".
"Closed loop 8/9 intersection".
"Conditions met..."
The annotation has stopped.
The following text was not displayed.
Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly.
"military adviser."
"This sea."
"That's not quite right."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He stared at the sea.
Under the sea.
Something is moving.
It's not a fish.
It is not a beast.
It is written language.
Dense text.
It's filled with the fates of losers.
Every single word.
We all have one life.
(End of this chapter)
#Chapter 487 The Sea of Failure
Under the sea.
The words are still flowing.
Every line represents a person's end.
Chen Fan stood on the rocks by the sea.
A global map floats beside you.
The label for that sea area on the map is still changing.
"The Sea of Failure".
"Closed loop 8/9 intersection".
"Conditions for Passing—"
The following words never appeared.
Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel.
The stick is glowing.
The light shines on the sea.
The words looked like they'd been burned.
They all scurried underwater.
"military adviser."
The monkey stared at the water's surface.
"There's something making a sound in the sea."
"They're calling my old Sun's name."
Chen Fan turned to look at him.
Did you hear that?
"I heard you."
The monkey bared its teeth.
"Not just mine."
"And yours too."
A fragment of Yang Jian's writings floated over.
The torn pages turned.
A line of text appeared.
"The Sea of Failures consists of 3.6 million failed solutions."
"Every solution is a real possibility that has existed."
"Those who step in".
"We will be dragged into the worst possible cycle."
"Never to be released."
Chen Fan finished reading.
I stepped on the rocks.
The stone sank an inch.
The sea immediately began to churn.
Broken words are wrapped in the waves.
"Don't go in."
There is no road ahead.
"Turning back is the right path."
The words spelled out a warning in mid-air.
They dispersed again.
Then piece it together to make a new one.
"We are the shore."
"We are the end."
"We are your failure."
Chen Fan ignored those words.
He opened the system panel.
The icon for the failed resource library glows gray in the corner.
Since I used it last time.
This thing has been dormant for a while.
He reached out and touched it.
The icon jumped slightly.
A notification pops up:
"Same source resource detected".
"Resource scale—"
"Three million six hundred thousand pieces."
"All of them are failed solutions."
"Identify?"
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
Same source resources.
The chief writer hid his true identity behind the sea.
He was betting that Chen Fan wouldn't dare to cross the line.
Because this sea is full of losers.
Who goes in?
Everyone has to experience their own failures.
But the chief writer overlooked one thing.
These failed solutions.
It's something that's essentially a collection of failed materials.
Chen Fan pressed the recognition button.
The gray light exploded.
A beam of light shot into the sky.
The sea surface trembled.
The surging words suddenly stopped.
A sea of failures.
There was a moment of silence.
then.
All the text began to flow towards Chen Fan.
It was not an attack.
It means close.
It's about wanting to be seen.
"Master privileges granted".
"Failure Material Library"
"Open to all."
The system's notification sound echoed throughout the entire sea.
Sun Wukong gripped his staff tightly.
"military adviser?"
"fine."
Chen Fan took a step forward.
My feet were on the sea.
It didn't sink.
Those words sustained him.
Every line of text is wriggling.
Every word is climbing upwards.
He wanted to climb down to Chen Fan's feet.
I want him to see me.
I want him to open it up.
A sound came from beneath the sea.
It wasn't just one person.
It was 3.6 million voices ringing out simultaneously.
"Look at me."
"Look at my failure."
"I was just one step away."
"I'm just one step away."
"My proposal has been withdrawn."
"My fate is sealed."
"I have no chance to overturn the verdict."
"I don't have an interface."
"I have no way out."
The sounds overlapped.
Like a tsunami.
Like a crack in the earth.
Chen Fan looked down.
The words at my feet are desperately trying to be rearranged.
Lines of text were pieced together to form a complete solution.
It shattered quickly again.
Let's try again.
It shattered again.
They want to prove themselves.
I want to prove that I shouldn't have been abandoned.
It should not be recycled.
They shouldn't be stuck in this sea forever.
Chen Fan squatted down.
He reached out and touched the nearest line of text.
The word touched his finger.
It immediately began to tremble violently.
"Can you turn me over?"
"Do you have the authority?"
"Are you God?"
"Are you the owner of the failure material library?"
The words were shaking more and more violently.
All the surrounding text rushed over.
They want to be turned over.
I want to be re-evaluated.
They want a chance to overturn the verdict.
Chen Fan stood up.
He opened the backend of the failed materials library.
Find the option for temporary inclusion.
Press.
A new notification popped up on the system panel:
"Open temporary data collection interface".
"The recipient—"
"The Sea of Failure".
"Receiving conditions—"
"Formerly a resource library for failed projects."
"It was forcibly recalled."
"He previously had no authority to overturn the verdict."
"All of them are correct."
"Start recording."
The sea surface cracked open.
It's not a metaphor.
It really cracked.
Countless cracks extended out from beneath Chen Fan's feet.
Gray light gushed out of the crack.
The light obscured the words.
The words are reassembled in the light.
It is no longer broken.
It is no longer disordered.
They rearranged.
Reconstructed.
To make it readable again.
then.
They were laid out in front of Chen Fan on their own.
To pave a road.
A road paved with 3.6 million failed proposals.
Every page presents an opportunity to overturn the verdict.
Every step he took was treading on the deepest despair of others.
But those solutions don't feel painful.
They felt relieved.
Because finally someone was able to open them.
Finally, someone was able to give them an answer.
"Temporary recording".
"Connection successful."
"Failed sea path has been generated."
Chen Fan strode forward.
Every step.
A page of the plan lit up at the foot of the screen.
The light that shone was golden.
It's not gray.
Sun Wukong followed behind.
The golden cudgel smashed through the physical obstacles that surged up from the sea.
Those obstacles are solidified despair.
It's the obsession of a loser.
Smash it with a stick.
It wasn't broken stones.
It was a cacophony of screams.
A fragment of Yang Jian's writings flew out from a tattered page.
Paper cutting tracking line.
Those lines extend from beneath the sea surface.
Like tentacles.
She wanted to hinder Chen Fan's progress.
Once the torn page is gone.
All the wires are broken.
Ink seeped out from the broken edge.
The tracker's name was written in the ink.
All the names belong to the chief writer.
The three of them walked for a long time.
Eventually, the sea surface began to change.
The gray text gradually receded.
An open space appeared ahead.
On an open space.
There is a monument standing there.
The monument is very tall.
So high that you can't see the top.
Four large characters are engraved on the stele.
"Recycling is an act of compassion."
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful.
It looks like it's been etched there for countless years.
But even smaller characters are engraved below.
"Your failure."
"I'll keep it for you."
"No need to try again."
"No need to think about it anymore."
"To settle is to be liberated."
"To forget is to be free."
Chen Fan stopped.
He stared at the line of small print.
"To forget is to be free."
"Recycling is an act of compassion."
The sea behind us.
Countless voices are still shouting.
"Look at me."
"Don't let me rot here."
"I don't want mercy."
"I just want the case overturned."
"I just want to start over."
Chen Fan turned his head.
Look behind the monument.
There was a figure standing there.
He is the chief writer.
He held a scroll in his hand.
The scroll was covered with densely written failed plans.
Those were all recycled by him.
They were all things he believed should not exist.
They were all objects of his charity and compassion.
The chief writer looked up.
A tired smile graced his face.
"You've finally arrived."
"The owner of the failed material library."
"What do you think?"
"Those losers."
"Do we really need your overturning of the verdict?"
He unrolled the scroll.
The reel was dragged on the ground.
Every line of text above is oozing blood.
"Some failures."
"They should be forgotten."
"This is compassion."
Chen Fan looked at the scroll.
Then I looked at the road beneath my feet.
The failed plan was worth 3.6 million.
They are waiting quietly.
Waiting for him to speak.
He raised his head.
"You call this compassion?"
The inscription on the monument.
It suddenly started to crack.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 488 Recycling is Compassion
The characters on the monument began to crumble.
It's not that the stone cracked.
The character itself is breaking apart.
As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, the first line of the inscription, "Reduce Pain," crumbled into dust.
The powder fell to the ground.
A line of small characters appeared on the floor tile.
The small print reads:
"Cost recovery".
"Each unit."
"Three taels and seven mace."
The powder hasn't all fallen yet.
The second line is also broken.
The four characters “慈悲为怀” were broken into more than a dozen pieces.
The fragments fell into the sea of failure.
The seawater surged.
Bubbles are rising from the water.
The bubble burst.
The sound came from inside.
It was a scream.
It wasn't just one person's screams.
It was a cacophony of screams.
Stacked together.
Like ocean tides.
Chen Fan stood still.
He looked at the chief scribe.
"Three ounces and three centimeters."
"Seven qian."
"Is this what you call compassion?"
The chief editor remained silent.
The reel in his hand was still being dragged down.
The words on the scroll, stained with blood.
It's not seeping anymore.
The bloodstains began to dry.
After it's done.
The handwriting has become very faint.
So faint it's almost invisible.
Chen Fan pointed to the inscription on the stele.
"What's written on this monument."
"It's all a fucking lie."
"Reduce pain?"
"You've taken in the losers."
"Re-compress it into source material."
"Is this what you call reducing pain?"
The cracks on the monument are increasing.
The cracking sound didn't stop.
The third line of text started to break down.
The four words "liberate all beings" exploded in my mind.
The blasted stone dust flew into the sea of failure.
The sea surface was covered with densely packed text.
It suddenly started moving.
The words floated over.
They circled around the monument.
It goes round and round.
It's spinning faster and faster.
Every word speaks volumes.
They're not speaking human language.
It's data.
"Recycling number 3741".
"time."
"The third year of the Journey to the West."
"plan."
"Establish a separate demon court."
"Verdict".
"The resistance was excessive."
"Recycling number 3742".
"time."
"The third year of the Journey to the West."
"plan."
"Assassinate Tang Sanzang."
"Verdict".
"Interfering with the script."
"Recycling number 3743".
"time."
"The fourth year of the journey to the West."
"plan."
"Turning Pigsy to the side."
"Verdict".
"Disrupts the main storyline."
The numbering continues.
When the number of registrations reached over three thousand.
The chief editor finally made a move.
He raised his hand.
Roll it up.
The instant it was rolled up.
The characters on the stele were all broken.
It's not broken line by line.
They shattered together.
The monument is bare.
Only stones remained.
There was a line of small characters carved on the stone.
The carving is very shallow.
"This inscription was signed by the General Court."
"Maintenance Unit: Chief Writer"
Maintenance cycle: every 100 years.
"Maintenance log: Not executed."
Chen Fan saw the line of text.
Laughed.
"One hundred years."
"It has never been maintained even once."
"You're recycling."
"It's really worry-free."
The chief editor put the scroll away.
He looked at Chen Fan.
His expression didn't change.
But my fingers are trembling.
It's not from anger.
Something is bubbling out.
Under his sleeve.
There are black lines creeping down.
The lines climbed up to my wrist.
stopped.
He spoke.
"Recycle."
"It's not to save costs."
"It's for the losers."
"No more suffering."
The sound was very steady.
But the pattern under the sleeves.
It climbed down another inch.
Chen Fan didn't look at his sleeve.
He looked at the sea of failure.
The words on the sea surface.
They are still reporting the serial number.
When the number of registration reached over five thousand.
The voice has changed.
It wasn't reported by a machine.
It's a human voice.
Human voices rose from the seabed.
"I don't want to be recycled."
"I can still fight."
"My plan did not fail."
"You set the standards."
"The standard is wrong."
"Standard".
"That's wrong."
That voice wasn't from a single person.
It is countless people.
Stacked together.
Like the waves before a tsunami.
Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel.
The rod started to get hot.
It burned his palms.
He didn't let go.
The tip of the stick is aligned with the body of the monument.
"military adviser."
"This monument."
"It annoys me."
Chen Fan nodded.
Sun Wukong swung his staff down.
The club slammed into the monument.
The monument was not broken.
But the small characters on the monument.
The paint started to peel off.
The paint is peeling off.
The iron underneath is exposed.
Smaller characters were engraved on the iron.
"The General Court has signed the warrant."
"It must not be destroyed."
"Those who violate this rule will be punished."
"Punish him according to the law of rebellion against Heaven."
Chen Fan stared at the line of text.
"Rebellion against Heaven?"
"I betrayed them long ago."
"You still care about that?"
He raised his hand.
The cracks on my palms started to turn red.
The red light shone on the monument.
The iron on the monument began to rust.
Rust is spreading.
Climb up from the base of the monument.
Halfway up.
A crack appeared in the middle of the monument.
Light shone through the crack.
It's not red light.
It's white light.
White light shone on the defeated sea.
The words on the sea surface.
It suddenly stopped.
It paused for a moment.
Then they all took flight.
The words flew towards that crack.
It felt like it was being sucked in.
The chief writer looked at the light.
His expression finally changed.
It's not fear.
Something broke.
The black patterns under his sleeves.
Now it's up to my shoulder.
The texture has cracked.
The metallic sheen was visible beneath the skin.
Chen Fan saw it.
"Aren't you human either?"
The chief editor did not answer.
He turned around.
Walk deeper into the relay station.
I took three steps.
It stopped again.
Am I even human?
"unimportant."
"The important thing is..."
"You killed me."
"It's no use."
He turned his head to the side.
Half of his face was covered with black lines.
The patterns are moving.
Like a living thing.
"The General Court has signed the warrant."
"I'm not the only one."
"You've drowned in a sea of failure."
"The seventh tower has been breached."
"You flipped through my booklet."
"But you can't overturn the main court."
"Up in the main courtroom."
"And there's also signing a document."
The sound faded.
He walked into the darkness.
In the depths of darkness.
The white light was still shining.
Guangli.
Something is moving.
not human.
It is not a beast.
It is written language.
The words formed a huge shadow.
The shadow pressed down.
Envelop the entire sea of failure.
Sun Wukong gripped his staff tightly.
"military adviser."
"That thing."
Something's not right.
Chen Fan looked at the shadow.
The cracks on his palms.
Now the crack is even deeper.
Red light spilled out from the crack.
dripping on the ground.
A line of small characters appeared on the floor tile.
"The seventh crack in the palm print."
"Sealing lifted."
"Untouchable memories".
"Warning line".
"Invalid".
The handwriting had just appeared.
It disappeared again.
Chen Fan didn't look at his palm.
He stared at the shadow.
In the shadows.
Something is falling down.
Falling into a sea of failure.
The seawater churned.
What came out wasn't a splash of water.
It is a data stream.
The data stream climbed up Chen Fan's ankle.
It climbed into my palm.
Cracks in the palm of my hand.
Suddenly it lit up.
It shone as brightly as red-hot iron.
Chen Fan closed his eyes.
Then it opened its eyes again.
"You think the General Court will sign off on it?"
"So I can't move at all?"
He raised his hand.
His palm was pressed against the ground.
The floor tiles are cracked.
Red light emanating from the crack.
We started climbing towards the seventh tower.
It climbs very fast.
The red light illuminated the entire passageway.
The end of the passage.
The top of the seventh tower lit up.
The sequence of reversals at the top of the tower.
Start refreshing.
The numbers jumped around very fast.
"Capacity for overturning verdicts".
"Adding more".
The chief editor stood in the darkness.
The metal under his sleeve.
It's exposed now.
Not the arm.
It is some kind of support.
There are words engraved on the stand.
"The General Court has signed the warrant."
"The ninth seat."
"Maintain the relay station."
"Do not leave without permission."
The handwriting is old.
It's so old it's almost impossible to see clearly.
But he was still standing there.
wait.
Wait for Chen Fan to come over.