Chapter 445: The Awakened, the Conclave's End

A stone thrown up a thousand waves.

A group of people exclaimed that Young Master Bai was a goof, Zhu Bajie was his half-brother, and he was even described as looking like a pig?

You're the pig.

What era is this, still using such a hype tactic of making oneself a clown?

But it doesn't stop everyone from laughing heartily; life is already dull, so a bit of adjustment is good.

Also, if Young Master Bai can keep self-deprecating like this, it's not impossible to turn the black into the road.

The company side also seemed to have found an opportunity, intending to shape Young Master Bai's approachable image, and the effect was actually not bad.

"No reaction at all."

It's been over ten days since the unofficial release of Ao Yulie's "Zhu Bajie."

Young Master Bai's popularity has risen considerably, but there's no news about Zhu Bajie.

A few days ago, I also tried a similar method to find the Heavenly Howling Dog, but there was no response either.

After finishing the day's journey and returning home already in the early morning, Ao Yulie looked at Tang Luo sitting on the balcony blowing the night wind and asked: "Master, should I summon the heavenly soldiers to see if there are any changes?"

"I don't know, let's wait and see." Tang Luo said.

Last time he killed a heavenly soldier, the black tide appeared in the world, truly swallowing a large area.

Later, he encountered it again, namely the second time he met that one.

Tang Luo deliberately beat it to the heavenly soldier state, choosing not to kill it but to leave.

That heavenly soldier also didn't desperately chase Tang Luo.

Clearly, it has its own activity area and range.

This mission world clearly has more than one heavenly soldier, and likely not a few.

They guard a region, executing those who violate rules and break the "Heavenly Laws," like some kind of mechanism.

"Master, could this be like The Matrix?" Ao Yulie felt it was very possible.

"Who knows, it's a mission world..." Tang Luo gave a noncommittal response, "By the way, is there still no response from the Gray Mist?"

"Hmm." Ao Yulie nodded.

The "no response" here refers to his attempt to contact the Heavenly Howling Dog and Zhu Bajie, with not even a hint of reply.

As for the Gray Mist itself, once he woke up, he could use it.

Just like Neo realizing his identity, he could fight well in the illusory world.

All kinds of chaotic situations exist in the mission world.

"Heavenly Soldier Matrix" is also not impossible.

But that kind of black tide, frankly, doesn't resemble waking from an "illusion"; instead, it feels like falling into a bottomless abyss.

"I have another busy day tomorrow." Ao Yulie stretched lazily.

His identity is quite good—high exposure, wide dissemination, making it relatively easy to find people or be found.

So Tang Luo told Ao Yulie to work hard at this promising job, to strive and strive again.

Ao Yulie's schedule was packed tightly, like a model worker, never touching the ground.

Although being an idol is enjoyable, Ao Yulie wants to be that kind of salted-fish idol—occasionally coming out to work, spending the rest of his time indulging in wine and women, messing around with fans.

"Life in this world," just brushing through a few decades, of course one should live a bit more comfortably.

But the master has given orders, no choice; now Ao Yulie plans to head toward the superstar direction, not only that, but he often has to say various strange remarks.

All kinds of hints, also unknown if they have any effect.

The next morning, Ao Yulie left at dawn, today he still needs to live a very fulfilling life.

Tang Luo slept until the sun was high, leisurely getting up, washing up, eating—actually unnecessary, just habit.

Sitting on the sofa, flipping through boring, dull TV programs, his butt hadn't even warmed the seat when a faint gray mist suddenly appeared on Tang Luo's hand back.

It swirled into forming a faint, small face, mouth opening and closing: "Master, someone is following me."

Transmitted was Ao Yulie's voice.

The Gray Mist naturally isn't only usable for communication when entering the Gray Mist space.

After receiving it, Ao Yulie researched and "developed" a function originally absent in Wen Hanfei's hands.

This kind of phone-like communication method is not easy to achieve.

On one hand, the equipment holder needs strong mental power to maintain it at all times; on the other hand, the "members" of the Gray Mist need to be more defenseless and intimate.

When Wen Hanfei had it, he completely concealed his identity, naturally not using this method to contact.

After coming into Ao Yulie's hands, sometimes he can contact through this method, more conveniently.

Entering the Gray Mist for a face-to-face talk is then more formal.

"Oh, say it, let me hear." Tang Luo said.

"Those few people mixed in the crowd, still hard to spot. Feeling not ordinary people, they're still observing me, I don't know what they're planning." Ao Yulie said.

As an idol star, many people follow him openly and secretly.

Fans, paparazzi, private sashimi—these groups are practically natural camouflage, blending in seamlessly, making it hard for Ao Yulie to detect.

"Master, should we check what these guys want to do, or take the initiative to strike and capture them for interrogation?" Ao Yulie asked.

"Hmm... no need, I'll handle it." Tang Luo said.

Ao Yulie froze; this meaning was, did the master's side also have people come?

"Good." He laughed once, the gray mist dispersed.

This gray mist naturally only two people can see, "speaking" is also just in consciousness—speaking of which, compared to entering the Gray Mist for face-to-face talk, it's slightly more troublesome.

Not just anyone can easily communicate through this method.

To the outside world, it only looked like Tang Luo glanced at his hand back, closed his eyes to rest his spirit for less than half a minute.

The spacious and bright living room was quite quiet, with only a low sound coming from the television.

It wasn't noisy; on the contrary, it had a hypnotic effect in the afternoon.

"Come out." Tang Luo opened his eyes and said.

The living room was empty and silent, with no one responding to his words.

Tang Luo shook his head, aimed in a direction, and flicked his finger.

There was nothing in his hand, yet he saw a strange ripple, as if the air had been flicked by him like a hidden weapon.

Immediately afterward, a humanoid outline appeared, hastily flashing to the side.

Slightly embarrassed, he revealed his true appearance.

This was a young man in his twenties, but dressed very rustically. He steadied himself after nearly falling from that dodge, slightly bowed, and clasped his hands: "Mr. Tang, sorry for the sudden visit; please forgive me."

"Who are you?" Tang Luo asked.

The young man did not answer immediately, but instead countered: "Mr. Tang, have you encountered any special people?"

"Like you?" Tang Luo didn't mind, following his words: "Like you?"

"Perhaps in Mr. Tang's view, I am indeed somewhat special like this, but not the same, completely different." The young man said.

"I have encountered them." Tang Luo said: "How so—are those people related to you?"

"Huh..." The young man exhaled softly: "Indeed, Mr. Tang and Young Master Bai are the same—both are 'Awakened Ones.'"

"Awakened Ones?" Tang Luo asked: "What does that mean?"

"Those who truly awaken, realizing this world has problems, are the Awakened Ones—like you, Mr. Tang, Young Master Bai, and us." The young man said: "Let me introduce myself: Jiang Yuanming, from the 'Conclusion Society'."

"Conclusion Society?" Tang Luo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes." Jiang Yuanming said: "We wish to invite Mr. Tang and Young Master Bai to join the Conclusion Society."

"Wait, you first clarify what the Conclusion Society is." Tang Luo said.

Jiang Yuanming nodded slightly: "The world is corrupt, the world is false; we live in cages, like livestock, unable to escape, even unaware."

"The awakened clear-minded ones, who see the world's essence, grasp the truth, form the Conclusion Society, walking on the edge of darkness."

"We are the world's shadow, the solitary ones who end this world."

"All things are empty, all matters are permitted."

"Our destiny is to end everything!"

"Papapa!"

Tang Luo gave face by applauding these nearly chant-like explanations: "Sounds very lofty. But put plainly, you just think this world has problems, is fake, and want to destroy it, right?"

After Tang Luo's explanation, it instantly shifted from lofty to evil and dangerous organization.

"... Not destroying the world; the false world needs to be broken, breaking the cage to see the real and true sky."

"Alright." Tang Luo said.

Jiang Yuanming noticed Tang Luo's somewhat perfunctory attitude: "Mr. Tang can consider it, though..."

"Though what?" Tang Luo asked.

"Though the time left for Mr. Tang may already be short." Jiang Yuanming spoke earnestly, making Tang Luo feel like a certain men's football player.

"Speak clearly, don't leave half-said; you know you'll get beaten for talking like that, right?"

"Mr. Tang, since you've awakened, you've probably seen the 'Heaven's Punishers' too, right?" Jiang Yuanming said.

"Cough."

Tang Luo coughed once, suppressing his smile: "You really aren't some chuunibyo fan club, are you? I admit it sounds pretty cool."

Heaven's Punishers—no doubt, they should be the heavenly soldiers.

Jiang Yuanming did not get angry at Tang Luo's mockery, speaking seriously: "Heaven's Punishers will not let Awakened Ones go; they will eventually find Mr. Tang again."

"Hmm, then leave a contact method; I'll think it over." Tang Luo said.

"No need; after a while, I'll come find Mr. Tang." Jiang Yuanming said: "Hopefully by then you can become one of us."

As he spoke, his figure began to turn transparent, entering invisibility, disappearing from sight.

"No need to climb through the window; just use the door." Tang Luo reminded.

It seemed something had paused for a moment; after a while, the door opened, then closed.

I clearly hid myself, didn't I!

Can't you let me keep a bit of mysterious, cool aura?

With you like this, can we still get along well as future colleagues?

Furrowing his brow, Jiang Yuanming thought of the others watching Young Master Bai, and began contacting them: "I've been discovered here; you lot be careful over there."

"Uh... we seem to have been discovered too; should we withdraw first?"

"No, don't watch them so closely; Heaven's Punishers will eventually find them. Tang Luo's situation is even more special—probably not an ordinary Awakened One." Jiang Yuanming said in a deep voice.