The decay, prosperity, seeds, and the godhead of cave plants in Rinaudo's body slowly merged into one, turning into a godhead the size of a fingernail, with pits and holes, and was obviously incomplete.
"Haha, this kid made me worry a lot except he couldn't find his own way. He is making money much faster than me."
Gaia smiled and shook her head, then turned her palm over and took out a new godhead from somewhere.
It was a godhead that looked like an embryo wrapped in a womb, exuding light green light.
"The new godhead had the intention to be born a few years ago. If I hadn't kept this godhead, it would have belonged to Uranus. Now you start with plants, trying to use this endless natural law for your own use. Your How could mother not help you? Uranus was not destined to die if the new godhead was not in his hands. If you can really bring new changes to this world, you will have made the best use of it."
The goddess moved it to her middle finger and used a slight force to pop the new godhead into the newly born godhead.
This allowed the godhead, which was only barely integrated and seemed to dissipate at any time, to receive sufficient nutrition and make itself more complete at an extremely fast speed.
It's a pity that the cycle of plants is a little short after all, and the important growth process also has its own master. No matter how hard Rinaudo tries, he can't make this newly born power go further, but he can have a prototype, and he still has to worry about the future. Did he go further?
However, to be on the safe side, Rinaudo once again focused on the origin of art in his body.
He could feel that art had some resonance with circulation, but this resonance itself was not expressed in a big way. The godhead of reincarnation deliberately attracted the origin of art, but art was like a quail, not even willing to show its head.
Those origins that symbolize him as the original god of art and the eternal master of some art cannot be touched. Art may not be of much use in the eyes of other gods, but as a person who knows more information, he still has Some ideas.
Therefore, we can only waste the artistic talents of those scumbags who may fall in love with others at any time.
Although they are well integrated, the master is the master, and Rinaudo has the right to dispose of his belongings as he pleases.
Even that part of art was caught out no matter how unhappy it was.
"I name this power cycle, and it will be the inheritance of will. In the name of decay, those who decline will also remain. In the name of rebirth, those who come after will step on the path of their predecessors and open up a new sky."
“It’s the cycle of things that come back and forth in the world.”
"In my name, the eternally same world is too hopeless, so I will bring a little new life into the cycle."
"In the name of art, I bring the skills of weaving and carving to the world and record them in pictures."
"I am the great master of the cycle and the inheritor who records everything."
It is impossible for Rinaudo not to have the idea of directly owning reincarnation, but if you think about it carefully, is he the master of animals in life and death? Is he the master of the soul? He doesn't even fully own his own realm called plants.
So all in all, he could only settle for the next best thing.
It’s still the same old story, first own, then expand.
He can be regarded as the originator when it comes to poaching corners.
Rinaudo put away the hollow ring with a smile.
Originally, some of the origins of destiny were attracted just now, but if the world is really just an unchangeable endless cycle, wouldn't everything you do be meaningless? What is the meaning of new life, and what is the purpose of hope?
It is said that it is the master of the cycle, but it also lacks some meaning.
His power comes more from inheritance and change.
But he was satisfied.
Because the power of decay has finally been integrated into the cycle, as long as he waits for a year, with the current cycle, there is no problem in becoming a powerful god.
But he may have to sit at home for a while.
The cycle is just a newborn now, and Rinaudo must use his will to prevent other gods from doing unforgivable things to this new power.
And he still has some godhead that can be fed to the cycle. Just as death is to become stronger, so the power of prosperity and cave plants is of little use. It is also excellent to use it as food for the cycle and let them fuse.
After doing this, review it a little bit.
Rinaudo felt that he might be a little stupid and would always miss something when he did something, but he figured it out with hindsight.
Moreover, the inheritance did not directly become the godhead, but some rules were integrated into the cycle.
Thinking like this, Rinaudo suddenly realized that there seemed to be many areas that he had not covered.
"Okay, don't think about it. I can't blame you for being clumsy. You may be talking confusingly because the law doesn't want you to have more. In this critical period, the power of the law is not particularly great. Although you have shown A little cycle, but after all, it’s just a first glimpse, and you have to let the law make up the rest. If you hadn’t added several godheads yourself, I’m afraid this power would also be at a loss.”
"You are generous, you don't even want those scattered origins of destiny. Even if you don't want to integrate those origins of destiny into the cycle and let everything repeat the same reincarnation, you collect them and integrate them into your variable god that is not in destiny. Is it better than throwing it away? I really don’t know what you kid is thinking."
Gaia rarely complained a few times. Who would want such a thing as the origin?
But after complaining, Gaia still showed a gentle smile.
"Now that your troubles have disappeared, I hope you can take good care of this power. Although I don't know what kind of power you wanted to use to fill your original idea at the beginning, but let it go, your The Mother Goddess still has some strength, so it is enough to protect you."
"Oh, by the way, inheritance does not have to be in the form of pictures, words can also be used."
"Do you still remember your elder brother's daughter in the sea? Metis, who has the origin of wisdom, is the goddess of wisdom and thought. Some time ago, I sensed that you gave water more flowing characteristics, and she was in the water. During the flow, I realized more things with my wisdom, and before long, we will have more names for her."
"Perhaps she will be the goddess of hydrology in the future."
Gaia praised her without hesitation, and it could be felt that she was very satisfied with her granddaughter.
Rinaudi thought for a while and decided to visit the goddess after a while. It was indeed easier to express what he was thinking through words than through pictures.
Text is like the coordinates of the world. The longer the text points to, the more precise it is. It is generally better to use words to record your thoughts than to use pictures to record them.
"Why don't Mother Goddess follow me to meet this goddess of wisdom?"
"I've been with you for a while, and it's time for me to have a good sleep. This period of time has made me physically and mentally exhausted. I need to go to the dream world to relax."
"Then let me go to the temple of the earth with you. It just so happens that I will also stabilize myself there. When the goddess of wisdom brings words to the world, the power of inheritance will be relatively complete. But before that, I I need to borrow a little life force from the Mother Goddess.”
Gaia will not be stingy with Rinaudo, and the divine power of life is not precious to her.
"I stripped the threads from the weaving and combined them with the power of life to bring you into the world. You are the allies of the weavers and the makers of silk and thread."
Rinaudo kneaded the silk thread and the divine power of life together, thought for a while, and made a pair of small white flesh worms.
"I'll name you silkworms. Well, I'll give you some power to evolve life."
Rinaudo remembered that these little bugs were only young, so he spread the power of growth to one of them, causing it to quickly turn into a silkworm chrysalis in front of him, and then grow into a moth.
It's just that the gray wings are not pleasing to the eye.
The goddess lost interest after just one glance. Instead, she was interested in the pupa that the adult insect had shed.
He took it in his hands and rubbed it. Although it was not as good as the cloth made of spray and water, if there were more of these little bugs, the thing called cloth brought by his youngest son would be used on a wider scale. He has benefits.
"Since you created a race yourself, I will give them a blessing. I will give these little things the power to multiply quickly, just like the seeds of some plants."
"That's so thoughtful."
Rinaudo placed the moths and silkworm babies on the ground. Facing the curious eyes of the two little creatures, he gave the godhood of the silkworms and moths that fell from the sky to the two little guys in front of him, allowing them to evolve into gods.
But he had no interest in bringing two more useless gadgets.
He used his divine power to bring a breeze and sent the two little guys to the earth, and he didn't care about it anymore.
The blown silkworms fell into a mulberry forest. The ignorant little guy didn't know what he had experienced, but he just took a heartless bite of the leaves of the tree where he was.
The moths that had been blessed laid some eggs in the process, which fell to different places with the wind. The gods of the moths had no intention of looking for them, but continued to produce some eggs. And instinctively scatter the eggs to the ground.
