Chapter 1844 Spirit World Turing
The courtyard was covered in a thick layer of dust, proving that Turing had not returned home for at least a year.
"Outsiders all say that the Book King has gone to the heartland of the alien races to gather resources for the Black Armor... But it has been too long!"
Tu Yuwei had a vague feeling that something serious had happened to them.
Although their life cards remain unbroken and the death knell has not yet tolled, Turing's disappearance has already proven the problem.
Tu Yuwei sat there blankly for a long time, as if she had finally remembered something.
She took something out of her spatial bracelet...
It was a jet-black pen cap, seemingly made of some unknown stone, and exuded an aura of antiquity.
It seemed to have traversed countless ages to arrive in the present world, and the runes on it were all mottled.
Despite its seemingly extraordinary nature, ever since Grandpa Turing gifted it to Tu Yuwei, she has never sensed any extraordinary aura emanating from it.
"I was only six years old when Grandpa Turing gave it to me. He said that if I could not find him one day, I should blow this pen cap."
Back then, Turing didn't say what would happen after he blew the horn.
It didn't say that there was anything special about this pen cap.
Thousands of years have passed, and Turing has remained in the Black Armor Fortress. Tu Yuwei has almost forgotten the seemingly joking remark made by Turing's grandfather when she was a child.
Tu Yuwei carefully wiped the pen cap with her sleeve; the mottled marks remained, as if they came from before civilization.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed that there was indeed a small hole at the tip of the pen cap, seemingly allowing air to pass through.
Tu Yuwei gently placed the pen cap in front of her red lips, took a deep breath, and blew the air into the small hole.
Beep-!
There was no extraordinary radiance as she had imagined, nor any beautiful music.
Only a dull, grating sound, like a whistle.
Nothing happened, and disappointment flashed in Tu Yuwei's eyes.
"Perhaps back then, Grandpa Turing was just trying to make the children happy, and those words may not have been true."
She sighed, put away the pen cap, and got up to sweep the courtyard herself.
……
Tu Yuwei was unaware that at this very moment, in the Land of Beginnings.
This is a continent covered in ice and snow, where endless particles of ice-elemental laws form a thick white mist.
In the distance, one can vaguely see frozen mountains, frozen forests, and frozen human tribes...
In the tribe, countless humans had long since turned into ice sculptures. They wore animal skin clothes and hats, some with smiles on their faces, others with expressions of terror.
A woman sits in front of a stove, a pot of some unknown meat broth simmering... Children play in the village... An old man sits under a tree, gazing up at the sky...
All humankind has been dead for countless years.
They turned into ice sculptures, long since devoid of life...
However, if people from later generations were here, they would surely recognize at a glance that the toys in the children's hands included SSS-grade amethyst and extremely rare extraordinary metal balls...
The old man's pipe was more like a magical piece of equipment...
Even the meat in the pot in front of the woman, even without being frozen, still exuded laws and a powerful blood aura, definitely no less than that of a being at the Ancestral God level...
In the heart of this vast, boundless ice and snow continent lies a deep pool, its waters pitch black... Only here is it untouched by the laws of ice and snow.
Each drop of the pitch-black spring water seems to contain a piece of time and space.
No one saw that at that moment, an old man with white hair sat upright on a large rock at the bottom of the pool.
His withered hands always held a paintbrush, and his eyes were blank.
The endless laws transformed into weapons of living beings, and beings of all races pounced on the old man.
None of them could get within three feet of him, as if they were blocked by an endless protective shield.
Compared to the dimness of the laws within the void, the laws here are dazzling and blinding, their intensity being millions of times greater.
The old man sat there for an unknown amount of time, as if he had long since lost his memory.
"I am Turing... no, I am the Spirit of the World...!"
"The Spirit Realm... then who is Turing?"
"Who are the Spirit Realm and Turing? And who am I?"
No one could hear the old man's words; he seemed to have lost his soul...
Just then, beep beep...
A piercing whistle seemed to pierce through the world, through nothingness, and through time and space...
It entered the primordial land, entered this icy continent, and spread into the deep pool...
The old man's bewildered eyes slowly regained a glimmer of light after hearing the whistle.
"I am a spirit of the realm, and also Turing...!"
"In the ancient times, I was the ancestral shaman of the Youxiong tribe... My name is Jietu!"
"In the battle against the Desolate God, I was mortally wounded, but the human race cannot do without me... I have refined myself into a magical artifact... the Boundary Map Brush!"
"After the human race was defeated, I was sealed here, and it has been countless eons of years...!"
“In ancient times, I finally broke through a seal, splitting a remnant soul in two, which then entered the body of the Boundary Map Pen and were sent back to the human race outside the boundary… He is called the Boundary Spirit!”
"In the ancient, boundless past, I adopted a son named Tu Xin...!"
"Tu Xin has never disappointed Turing... He once led humanity to create glory in the void...!"
"It's just a pity that Turing and I have been separated for too long. At that time, he was about to dissipate and needed to return to his main soul...!"
"Devoted to filial piety, and with painstaking effort, he found the entrance to the primordial land and returned the boundary map…!"
"When Turing returns to nothingness, the heart of Turing... will have long since perished... Alas!"
"Turing decided to protect the descendants of the Turing family... but after all, it was only a remnant soul, and its strength was declining year by year as time went by!"
"The Tu family has also gradually declined... Five thousand years ago, the last king of the Tu family died in battle, leaving only two young daughters!"
"Turing sought refuge, and the contract was made by the king..."
"Two years ago, Turing was once again on the verge of disappearing. It was the Bookman who sent Turing back to this place...!"
At that moment, the old man's eyes became completely clear.
"Yuwei blew on the pen cap, and why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
After the old man finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.
A moment later, when I opened my eyes again, they were clear.
"The king who wrote this has run into trouble!"
"But the Spirit Realm has not yet recovered...!"
After hesitating for a while, the old man seemed to have made a decision and slowly opened his palm.
That paintbrush, also from an ancient body forcibly separated by him, slowly floated up in the endless, dark pool.
The next moment, the old man's figure suddenly became blurry.
An old man, exactly like him but with a life force a thousand times weaker, stepped out of his body.
It instantly disappeared into the paintbrush.
Just as Jie Tu was about to burst out of the Blackwater Pool, the surroundings suddenly became dazzling with light. The endless laws of the Five Elements formed a cage, enveloping the paintbrush and the old man inside.
The old man's gaze was sharp, and the next moment, countless colors of light burst forth from his body.
His figure slowly transformed into a paintbrush.
However, compared to the boundary map, this brush has a thousand times more vitality. In its colorful hues, one can see that the brush body seems to contain a deep space.
With colorful paintbrushes and black water as canvases, endless rules surged, and at this moment, the entire icy continent trembled.
The endless rules of ice seemed to be surrendering...
A five-colored battle blade materialized instantly at the bottom of the pool.
He slashed fiercely at the colorful cage!
