"The word tradition is given a different color in the language of any creature. Even a bad neighbor, Slachan, who believes in the way of chaos, will be accompanied by solemn and solemn power when referring to the term tradition.

As a Gith man, I am not a Gith Yankee or a Githzerai. What tradition should I follow just as a Gith man?

The birth history of our clan is well known to the world. The slaves captured and brought into the astral world by those psychic tyrants and slave traders, and finally evolved into the Gith people who had psychic talents and were more adaptable to the astral world life after generations.

Queen Gith is a great hero who led the tribe to the path of freedom, and our tribe was named because of it. However, Jersey Moon, another hero who shined in the feat of resistance that symbolized the birth of the Gith, did not agree with the path chosen by the Queen for the development that the Queen later chose for our tribe, which was similar to the path practiced by the sucking monsters who enslaved the Giths before.

The two words Githyanki and Githzerai are like a gap, breaking the original Giths. Just because of the differences in their future paths, they break up the original natural bonds of relatives, friends, partners, father and son.

From the beginning of my birth as a Githyanki, I was instilled with hatred for Githzelai, a close relative who survived in the Chaos Sea. Fortunately, with the help of the spirit-sucking monsters, the Githzelai people could not replace this monster at the top of the Githyanki hatred rankings.

My coming-of-age ceremony is to hunt a spirit-sucking monster alone and advance to the Githyanki Knight who is qualified to hold the Silver Blade. But it was this action that made me completely doubt the Githyanki tradition of the division.

I had been training for that hunt for more than ten years, and I should have easily inserted the weapon in my hand into the octopus-like strange face of the octopus monster without any stagnation. But who would have thought that my prey was not an ordinary octopus monster, it was also an arcane with extremely superb spell casting ability! And that hunting operation just lacked the plan to deal with this situation. As soon as I took action, my offensive and defensive momentum reversed, and I could hardly make any effective resistance at that time, as a reserve knight, I became a prisoner.

Due to the racial talent of the Gis people, I did not become a slave who was sucked by the spirit monster and became a slave who was confused and obedient to the order of the "master". This soberness brought me greater humiliation. Being restricted by the strange magic spell, I could only wait helplessly for the days when I became a snack or forced into a heartless slave. This is one of the few times in my life that I was truly filled with fear.

What rescued me from the abyss of fear was a Zes monk, the Master Giszelai monk who carried out the mission of the sect. He came from the monastery located in the Chaos Sea and cleanly solved the enemy I could not deal with. I was in prison and happened to witness the attack. It was precisely because of this that I began to doubt the descriptions of these close relatives in the traditional education of Gisyanki.

Later, when I recalled my thoughts at that time, I often felt ashamed. How superficial is the value of measuring individuals and even evaluating the quality of race with other objects.

As an object, the heart is in charge. Only by seeing the nature of the mind and seeing the empty nature of the five aggregates can one achieve self-sufficiency of the internal and external spiritual will. This sentence is the first lesson taught to me by the teacher of the Jersey Moen Way, and he killed the intellectual sucking magician and gave the imprisoned monk Zes to the free monk Zes.

I have always been quite content with my ability to accept new things. The days when I followed my teacher to learn to control order with my heart in the sea of ​​chaos. I was always able to accurately understand every teaching of this psychic master of the Giszelai tribe.

But this also made me feel a little more confused. Whenever I use my supernatural powers, I can't help but think of the traditional education I received before I was determined to become the Githyanki Knight. Holding the silver blade in my hand, this weapon did not refuse my use; experiencing the spiritual energy in my heart, the Githzelais philosophy of life also benefited me a lot. This is not because of my talent. In fact, except for learning faster, I don't even have any talent to show off.

Whenever I think of this, I become more and more convinced that the unity of these two in me is a microcosm: Gisyanki and Giszelai are the same race. However, we both chose to accept their own narrow traditions, which led to the gap. When I fully conveyed my views to the teacher, he laughed happily, and at that moment he seemed to have become a naughty child. Later I realized that he had held the same view a long time ago, and it was precisely because of this that he taught me all his life's knowledge after saving me from the magical sucking arcane.

To this day, I still clearly remember what the teacher said after laughing wildly that day: "My virtue is not lonely, there must be neighbors, and my way is not lonely. Since you know it, you should practice it." It was from that day that my life was given new meaning to clear away the tradition of ignorance and narrowness, and to unify the Gis people again.

I bid farewell to my mentor from the monastery of Chaos Sea and began to practice the path in my heart. During the days of wandering in the astral world, I began to try to use words to convince every Gisyanki and Giszelai people I met to persuade them to believe what I believe, but the result was very little. With the silver blade in my hand, most Gisyanki people would respect me as the Gisyanki knight; with their magical psychic power, most Giszelais would respect me as the alien monk. But most of the time they would smile and talk nonsense about the path I firmly believed in, and a small number of people with bad tempers even sneered at me in front of me.

Of course, I will not be discouraged. The teacher's teachings have played a role again. The loser always changes his goals, but insists on one method; the successful one always changes his methods, but insists on one goal. So I thought of a brand new method, and if successful, I can definitely achieve my goals once and for all.

Order and chaos are the basic rules of the multiverse, and everything is the concrete of these two rules. The division of the Giths is the representative of chaos, and the path I firmly believe is a kind of order to correct chaos.

Regarding how to use order to correct chaos, I thought of challenging the current Githyanki leader, the Immortal Queen Verakis. But I gave up this idea the moment I boarded his starship. This was not out of cowardly flinch.

But I suddenly thought that even if I killed the Queen, not to mention whether this behavior would arouse greater indignation from the Githyankis and arouse more hatred for the Githyankis. Even if I sat on her throne and were able to promulgate all Githyankis to practice the path I firmly believe in, how should the Githyankis break the tradition?

Order at the same level cannot correct chaos at the same level, only higher-level order is possible. This enlightenment made me put away the idea of ​​"persuading" work with swords, and I began to look for "higher-level order". Fortunately, the living creatures in the astral realm were not at risk of aging and dying, and I searched for nearly a thousand years. Although the process was tortuous and complicated, I finally found what I wanted.

There is often an extreme order in the ultimate chaos, and the same is true for the "higher order" I am looking for, which is hidden in the sea of ​​chaos in the pure chaos of the multiverse.

A long time ago, the Singularity, the master of the Mechanical Realm Demon Tomb, who believed in the Way of Absolute Order, created a huge rock with complex geometric shapes, and injected it into the Chaos Sea after injecting the power of order rules. The existence believes that this huge rock with the absorption of energy and growing by itself can effectively curb and prevent the Chaos Sea from spreading the violent power of chaos to other planes. At this point, he did succeed, and it is precisely because of the Singularity Stone that my fellow Giszelais can reproduce and survive in the Chaos Sea.

But what the Lord of Singularity did not expect was that his creation had a huge side effect after absorbing a large amount of chaos. A terrifying monster named Slachan was born in the extremely rich and chaotic power of the Singularity Stone. This creature with a terrifying reproduction method and an ugly appearance was not only a great enemy of the Giszelai people in the Chaos Sea, but also a serious obstacle to my search for "a higher-level order".

In their language, the "Singularity Stone" should be called "Peaching Stone". The spell fluctuations that come with pebbles will cause a gem the size of a human child to grow in the brain of each native Sla toad. This gem is called "Sla Toad Heart". Even if the Sla Toad, which was not born from the pebbles, as long as it has contact with the pebbles, it will use this as an opportunity to form a new Sla Toad Heart in the brain. Other creatures can summon the Sla Toad Heart through spells and subdue the Sla Toad.

A heart of a Silakan can control a Silakan. If someone masters the Singularity Stone, even a small piece may have a serious impact on its race. Therefore, every creature trying to approach the Singularity Stone will be besieged by all Silakans. Even if it is as noble as a god, it will be treated like this, let alone I am just a Gith.

But as all those who practice the path of spiritual power know, with the blessing of absolutely firm beliefs, the power of spiritual power will become invincible. When a person works tirelessly for a goal, the whole world will give way to it. After killing countless Sla toads, I finally successfully cut a small piece of Singularity Stone with the silver blade…”

"What then?"

Quis had just recovered a little consciousness from passive evolution, and was surprised to find that there was such a voice in his mind that kept telling him something. He was originally very frightened and wanted to concentrate on driving this "uninvited guest" away from his consciousness. But after many attempts, the young blue dragon was like a "ghost pressing against a bed", and was powerless. Later, perhaps because of his childhood love to listen to storytelling, Quis was slowly immersed in the magnificent scene described by this voice. How many times he was tortured by "please listen to the next breakdown" made him involuntarily ask questions about this voice that could be called a sage of the Gith.

The voice of the sage of the Gith man paused and replied: "Look at what I am now, you naturally know that I have failed. Although I have found a higher level of order, I cannot inspire the ultimate order rules contained in the fragments of the Singularity Stone cut. I once allowed me to traverse the star world, kill all the enemies and defeat all the spiritual power of heroes, and I was unbearable. In addition, in order to cut this piece of fragment, I could not avoid contact with the extremely rich and chaotic power of the rock on the surface. As a mortal, I quickly walked towards death, and finally had to return to my hometown where I was shattered with the disappointment of hope and was buried by my tribe..."

"And the fragments of the singularity stone on your silver blade just now happened to sense the essence and blood from the Dragon God, so they automatically absorbed it and unbuttoned some rule seals to make your obsession reappear?" Ques, who was motivated by curiosity, did not notice that he was transforming into some Deyun girl who was accustomed to being stumbled, and asked again.

"Maybe, I just don't know if there is still someone who will practice the path I firmly believe in after my death?"

Quis neither has an accurate answer to this question nor does he want to tell this sage of the Gise who spent his whole life pursuing his ideals.

"It's okay, I already know the answer from your hesitation. It's just that I've felt that the power of the Singularity Stone is declining. I want to ask if you agree with the view that I firmly believe in is only one kind of Gith."

Faced with the last words of such a respectable man, Quis naturally did not want him to disappear with disappointment, so the young Lanlong replied in a deep voice in his consciousness: "By your description and the knowledge I have mastered, I am willing to believe the point you put forward. And if someone asks me this question in the future, I will answer your words as an answer, and this heart can be seen."

After the young blue dragon answered this sentence, outside his body that he could not see at present, the silver blade inlaid with fragments of the singularity stone suddenly released a dazzling light. The sword turned into a mercury-like rainbow light, penetrated the barrier between the gravel and the soil on it, and directly penetrated into Ques' dragon body.

The disordered force field that scattered on the body after swallowing the ancient power dragon scales and scattered on the surface of his body after he swallowed the ancient power dragon scales was torn a gap by this beam of light made of the purest belief.

In Quis's sea of ​​consciousness, a large amount of knowledge about the use of psychic energy and the manipulation of silver blade weapons was instantly poured into it. The young blue dragon could feel that the huge but complicated spiritual will that originally belonged to the dragon was gradually compressed and condensed as if it was clenched by a firm and powerful giant hand.

"My virtue is not lonely, there must be neighbors, and my way is not lonely..."

This is the last word Quis heard in his consciousness.
Chapter completed!