At noon the next day, the Baiyue Sect was full of tragic tragedy. The scarlet plasma was much more eye-catching than the red lanterns. The lanterns were made of dyes, and blood was the pigment of life.

Who knows? Perhaps God likes killing too, otherwise he would not have created carnivores and made the animals' internal organs colorful.

But most of these bloods are not the blood of members of the Baiyue Cult. They come from another group of people, a group of madmen who are brainwashed by cults.

The engagement ceremony turned into a funeral ceremony, with thousands of madmen watching silence for them, like the most outstanding funeral team.

And the leader of this army of thousands of madmen is Rhodes.

"The name cannot represent you!"

"Work cannot represent you!"

"The house you live in cannot represent you!"

"The clothes you wear cannot represent you!"

"Your family children do not represent you!"

"Your achievements, career, and status cannot represent you!"

"What you possess has already possessed you!"

"Your clothes are set to cater to the outside world, and your brain is also to cater to others in operation. You are restricted and forget your talents for survival."

"You are not a special person, you are not a unique beautiful snowflake, you are the same organic matter as other creatures, you are nothing, just the garbage that sings and dances in this world."

"You have to give up everything first. You must be free of fear and face the fact that you will die one day. Only by abandoning everything can you gain freedom."

Rhode roared at the top of his lungs, and his jaw became tilted due to excessive force, making a cracking sound of bone rupture.

This army of nearly a thousand people, wearing uniform black cloth clothes, was silent. They were not afraid of death and besieged the elders and heads of the Baiyue Sect.

One died.

Another one died.

The demise of the companions could not stop their momentum at all, and silently strangled other lives.

These people clearly only have the cultivation level of Qi Condensation, but they have combat power that is not inferior to that of Nascent Soul monks. They are endless, like overwhelming locusts, densely packed and black.

Everything happens in an instant.

"Who are you..."

The man who got engaged to Nangong Xue said in shock that he had no doubt that this was what Green said about Rhodes.

"There is a power..."

“It always wants to do evil.”

“It is always good.”

"I'm a skewer of it."

"Shakespeare!"

Rhode roared.

Everything starts yesterday.

...

...

...

"Do you know Rhodes?"

Owen and his group of three came to the Nord Kingdom bordering the Kingdom of Flan and rested in a small town hotel on the frontier.

The woman in the cape still hadn't taken off her cloak. He was unwilling to expose herself to the outside and let those mortals keep watching, whether it was their soul or their appearance.

"I'm probably the one who knows Rhodes the best in this world."

The cape woman still chose to travel with Owen, and she had no other place to go. Owen happened to have the same interest as herself, and it was a good idea to take risks together.

"Oh? Please tell me."

Irving once read a philosophical paper.

In layman's terms, the content is roughly like this.

The world is my appearance, this is a truth, and it is effective for any living cognitive creature.

However, only intelligent life can think about this truth and reflect on it. If life really does this, then philosophical thinking will appear there.

So he would understand clearly and accurately that he did not know the sun, the earth, the music, or the fragrance of flowers.

It is always just the eyes, the eyes see the sun, always the hands, touch the earth with their hands, always the ears, the ears hear music, always the nose, the nose smells the fragrance of flowers.

Then he will understand that everything surrounding his world is only what exists in his appearance, and that the world is just the world he feels, not the real and exact world.

For him, the existence of this world is completely an imagination, the eyes imagine the appearance of the world, the hands imagine the touch of the river, the ears imagine the graceful music, and the nose imagine the fragrance of roses.

The world is my appearance, he is just something I imagined.

This is a paper Irving has read. Assuming that the world is not the world I feel, if you infer this assumption, there will be many real appearances of the world.

For example, one of them is a network connected by spiritual will. It is without entity. An independent spiritual will is imagining. When the imagination of this independent spiritual will is diverging, another independent spiritual will will be split, thus forming a spiritual network connected with each other and does not interfere with each other.

Irving believed that his spiritual consciousness had reached its peak in spying on other people's inner worlds, and this cloaked woman seemed to have a far better way than herself.

Irving couldn't help but begin to think that this woman has some ability to allow her to wander on this spiritual network, and then instantly learn about all the imaginations of others, as if she had experienced the life of others, so she could accurately find other people's psychological weaknesses, and just a few words can knock them down.

"You think too mysteriously, not the idealistic origin of consciousness as you think. Don't you listen to me about Rhodes? Why do you think all your thoughts are on me?"

The woman in cape chuckled.

Irving's Adam's apple rolled and pushed his glasses. He felt a little scary. This woman actually knew what he was thinking! No matter who it is... she was extremely uncomfortable when facing the situation of being read by others, as if part of herself had been poached by others.

"Then you tell me."

Owen tried to add five spoonfuls of sugar to the coffee. He picked it up and took a sip. He felt it was sweet and he immediately ordered the waiter to change a cup.

"About Rhodes... Humph, only superficial people will understand themselves, and only superficial people will be understood by others. Rhodes is not superficial. I know him very well. The thing I know is that I cannot understand him. As I just said, I am probably the person who knows Rhodes the best in the world."

The woman in the cape was like a tongue twister. After saying this long list of words, she not only wore a cloak, but also had a bandage on her face, and she couldn't see her face clearly. When drinking coffee, she just opened the bandage a crack and exposed her mouth to drink.

Quintina saw the cloaked woman's lips and felt that it was very ordinary. She had no idea why this person was so strange, like a Middle Eastern woman.

Of course, the woman in the cape answer is equivalent to nonsense, but Irving is quite satisfied with this answer. Only the most mysterious thing is worth exploring. Wouldn't it be too boring if Rhodes' veil be unveiled at once?

"You are interested in Rhodes's own thoughts, and I am interested in Rhodes' divinity. Now it seems that our goals are not the same."

Irving's goal is her.

"Haha..." The woman in the cape smiled contemptuously and said, "Divineness? Rhodes's thoughts are above divinity."

"Is that right?" Owen shoved his glasses and asked, "Then I don't talk about subjective things, just talk about the process of your understanding with Rhodes, or Rhodes' story,"
Chapter completed!