Chapter 773 Why does it exist?
The roots of the Ash Tree were thrown away like garbage by the king who left the throne, and fell onto the big tree next to him.
On the body of the ancient demigod, Archdruid Vibrun.
The ancient demigod paid an extremely painful price for using all his vitality and strength to suppress Mad King Dom and delay his inevitable birth.
The price of life.
The body of the Archdruid turned into a dead tree. When the roots of the Ash Tree touched the dead tree, they merged directly into it.
Then, the dead tree that had long lost its life seemed to come back to life...
No, that's not right. It's not vitality.
The dead tree began to bleed, the dark red and hot liquid flowed down from the cracks in the dead tree, the temperature in the air rose for no reason, and a smell of sulfur filled the air.
The corpse of the ancient demigod suddenly opened its eyes, and a human face formed in the center of the tree trunk, but that face was made of a magma-like substance and looked extremely hideous.
At this moment, he was no longer the respected ancient demigod, but a disgusting life created by the roots of the Ash Tree and the power of Mad King Dom using the corpse of the Archdruid Vibrun.
It's hard to even say whether this can be considered life.
"I am... Exploding Deadwood Gregory!!!"
The being who called himself "Gregory" violently shook the tree roots under him, and in an instant, thousands of tree roots came from all directions towards Margaret and Dorothy.
Margaret drew out the Dawn Wind with her backhand and swung the sword in her hand like a storm. The storm formed by the sword blade collided with countless tree roots, making a deafening explosion.
After each tree root was cut off, it exploded like a bomb, and the chaotic airflow from the explosion continued to disperse the sword energy created by the Dawn Wind.
Just when the man and the tree were in a stalemate, Dorothy's eyes flashed, and the starlight in her hand pointed to a certain place as if to locate it. Then the sun's light was highly concentrated and burst out, colliding with the chaotic fire.
“Boom!!!”
The blast caused by the explosion sent both parties flying. After the smoke cleared, the witch Crana stood on Gregory's tree trunk and looked down at the two of them. "My love needs a quiet place to communicate with the guests. Please follow me to another place for a good [talk]."
As the words fell, the space became chaotic and the witch Crana teleported away all the other unimportant people.
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Regardless of the appearance of [Gregory] or the witch Clana teleporting Margaret and Dorothy away, Mo Cheng did not make any move, as if the two teammates were no longer important in his heart at this moment.
He looked at Dom's face in confusion, his mind racing through all the possibilities.
Mo Cheng was very sure that was his own face. This was the face he saw in the mirror every morning.
"Confused?" Dom pointed at his face. "Confused why I look like you?"
Mo Cheng said seriously, "I just hope you don't mention anything about our blood relationship. Believe me, this joke is not funny."
He didn't want to hear words like "I AM Your Father" from the other person.
"What if I say yes? You and I do have an extraordinary blood relationship, even closer than that of others..."
Before he could utter the last two words "relationship", Dom suddenly turned his head and dodged the sword energy that was intended to blow his head off.
But he didn't dodge fast enough, and the sword energy still cut off a strand of his hair and left a small wound on his cheek.
"I don't know if you have any misunderstandings about me." Mo Cheng's face was as cold as frost, and he was tough. "You actually thought that your life would be guaranteed just because you are related to me by blood. I don't mind using your life to correct this wrong idea."
When the positions were completely impossible to reconcile, Dom was just [possibly] related to him by blood, but something of this degree could not possibly stop Mo Cheng's murderous intent towards him.
Not to mention Dom's condition, Mo Cheng was more inclined to believe that some magical means were used.
After all, this guy was created from scratch by his followers using unknown technology.
"An angry fellow."
Dom gently wiped the wound on his face with his fingers, and as his fingers touched the wound, the wound healed immediately.
"One question: How do you make sure something exists?"
It was a sudden question, but what he got in return was indeed the air filled with sword energy. When Mo Cheng completed the hero template of [Domination], he became the Sword Saint.
The sword energy was so powerful that it destroyed everything. Even the body of a demigod did not dare to come into contact with its unparalleled sharp edge.
"I like to tell riddles to others, but I don't like others to tell riddles to me."
But Dom neither dodged nor resisted. With just a glance, the sword energy in the sky disappeared without a trace as if it had never existed.
He transferred the sword energy, not in the sense of space, but in the sense of time.
Just now, Dom transferred the sword energy in the sky to a certain point in the future.
It's not that he didn't want to directly transfer to the future or the past, the path that Mo Cheng had to take, but the power of time surging in the other party made him give up this idea.
Although the opponent is not as proficient as himself in controlling the power of time, it is not a wise idea to compete with the opponent in the power of time based on this advantage alone.
Perhaps knowing that Mo Cheng would not answer his riddle, Dom sighed slightly and said:
“The answer is observation and interaction. Its quality, its color, its smell, its [properties], its [information], these are the basis of its existence.”
"So, if there is such a thing, and its mass, color, taste, and all its properties and information that can interact with the outside world are taken away, does it still exist?"
Dom shook his head. "It doesn't exist, because it can't communicate with the outside world, and it can't prove its own existence. It just [doesn't exist]!"
Mo Cheng frowned, not knowing why Dom said these things. His feeling told him that the other party was talking about very important information.
"So, is there something that can still be observed by the outside world after being stripped of all its attributes?"
Dom smiled, but that smile contained many things, things that even Mo Cheng couldn't see. "Theoretically, it can't exist. Why does it exist? All its properties have disappeared. You can't feel it, you can't measure it. Even from the perspective of the world itself, an object that can no longer exchange any information with the outside world cannot be acknowledged to exist."
Dom stretched out his hand, and a drop of blood appeared on his index finger at some point.
A drop of blood that looked very familiar, it was Mo Cheng's blood.
"Then why do you exist?!"
"Why do I exist?!"
