The darkness gradually eroded the last few bits of light in front of me.
Every inch of skin is feeling the coldness coming from all around.
This was an unusual kind of coldness, and Zhao Qi knew very well that it was Yin Qi.
Ever since the strange resurgence and the arrival of demons, Yin Qi has begun to fill every inch of the human world.
Where Yin Qi exists, it means evil spirits are rampant.
In the confrontation with the demon, any carelessness may lead to death, so in this darkness, Zhao Qi was so cautious that he even consciously slowed down his breathing.
He didn't know where he was, but in the five years he had been dealing with demons, Zhao Qi had watched familiar people die one by one.
This made Zhao Qi no longer afraid of death, and even death was more like a relief to him.
But as a general of the human camp, Zhao Qi did not allow himself to die in such a confused manner. At least in his opinion, there were still many things that were not done at the moment.
"Buzz..."
A burst of tinnitus came, and Zhao Qi suddenly felt dizzy.
Then in this endless darkness, a white light appeared, dispelling the darkness, and at the same time, it became more and more dazzling.
When the white light gradually covered Zhao Qi's body, the ringing in his ears gradually subsided, replaced by a familiar old voice.
“Myths are the explanations and explanations given by ancient humans to the natural or social phenomena they observed or experienced, but this explanation has been processed by fantasy and turned into imaginary real life.
Myths can reflect national characteristics, which everyone should have experienced in many myths and legends..."
As the light dissipated, Zhao Qi was stunned by what he saw.
The history book with many traces of pictures; the familiar young and tender face beside him; and the stern but calm old professor on the podium who is remembered in memory.
This professor, Zhao Qi, was no stranger. In other words, this environment gave him a long-lost sense of familiarity.
He spent four years like this, because this was clearly his former university classroom.
The old professor is currently teaching a history class, and he happened to mention the role that myths and legends play in history, and the significance of their existence.
This made Zhao Qi feel confused in his mind.
How can this be?
College class?
He observed the surroundings without leaving a trace. Whether it was his classmates or the professor on the podium, they were all the same as he remembered them.
But now, after so many years, everything is completely different. Even among these people, Zhao Qi also saw people who unfortunately lost their lives in the demon war.
This is indeed the classroom in my memory, but this...
Zhao Qi frowned slightly, and many speculations emerged in his mind.
Could it be that he was bewitched by a demon?
There are many demons who are good at using illusions. Once lost in illusions, they are likely to be trapped there forever.
But this scene didn't look like an illusion, and no fluctuations in Yin Qi were detected.
Could it be that... I was reborn?
Zhao Qi touched his pocket, then took out his cell phone and took a look.
【July 19, 2023】
Now, it's actually 2023?
There are still ten years before the demon comes...
2033…
For mankind, this year is like the end of the world declared by God.
All the demons and monsters that originally existed only in legends began to enter the world from unknown places with the revival of Yin Qi.
Yin Qi is raging, hundreds of ghosts are walking at night, the moon turns scarlet, and mankind has also encountered an unprecedented crisis.
It was okay at the beginning, it was relatively safe during the day, but at night the doors and windows were blocked early, so no one dared to set foot on the night road.
But as the Yin Qi becomes more and more rampant, within a few years, humans will have to be on guard even during the day.
Ghosts and demons are raging, and their numbers are increasing. In just one year, the number of human deaths has reached a record high in recent years.
Some people have lost hope for the future and hang themselves from the beams of their homes, not knowing that even after death they will rarely rest in peace.
Those humans who still had a strong will to survive struggled to resist under the official organization and continued to flee. Five years later, only three human strongholds remained from the original thirty-two.
In the past ten years, out of a population of more than one billion, only a few hundred thousand people are still hanging on.
Humanity has lost its homeland, and war songs composed of blood and tears are performed almost every day on this land.
In order to cover the evacuation of others, the soldiers used their bodies to form a defensive line.
Scholars are constantly changing hiding places, just to develop ways to resist demons.
These were five years of despair, and as the people said, God was blind.
And Zhao Qi, carrying this despair and loneliness, led the last team to the end, until the world was wiped out, everything was reduced to ashes, and everything came to an end...
But now!
Looking at everything in front of me, everything is calm and routine, without waves, but full of warmth.
Everything that emerged from Zhao Qi's chest was hope!
The tragedy of the past was still vivid in his mind, which made Zhao Qi a little distracted.
But, ten years later, it will all happen again!
"No!"
"Although it's only ten years."
"But I still have a chance..."
A look of determination flashed in Zhao Qi's eyes. In the five years since the demon came, Zhao Qi has been wandering on the edge of life and death every day.
He has witnessed many human sufferings and has also seen tragic songs of blood and tears.
At this moment, he realized what he was reborn for!
"But what should I do to prevent the demon from happening?"
Zhao Qi was a little confused, and suddenly found that even if he was reborn, he was still powerless and could only wait silently for the arrival of ten years later?
But at this moment, he suddenly froze, turned around inadvertently, and his back touched the backpack placed behind him.
There seemed to be something very hard inside, which made Zhao Qi's back hurt.
With doubts, Zhao Qi turned around, opened his backpack, and took out a scroll-shaped object with a very rough stone outer layer.
"This is……"
At this moment, a scene flashed in Zhao Qi's mind.
It was the last battle before death and the last lonely journey. He led the last team of survivors and passed by an abandoned old museum. He picked up this scroll-like thing inside, with only three words on it: List of Gods!
But Zhao Qi didn't think much about it at the time and threw it away casually, because in the years since the demons came, humans have been confused.
In the beginning, human beings saw the arrival of demons and still hoped that gods would come to the world to save the world. But with humanity on the verge of extinction, people have become disillusioned.
There are clearly demons and demons in the world who have magical powers, but why are there no gods or gods?
Therefore, Zhao Qi was very disdainful of this mythical "God List" and threw it away casually.
But now, how come this thing is in my hands?
It was reborn with me?
Zhao Qi sat in the corner of the classroom, no one noticed him.
At this moment, I was looking at the God List in my hand in astonishment. This thing didn't look big, but it was really heavy.
Just when Zhao Qi's hand touched the rough stone material on the outer layer, a tingling pain came from his fingertips and went straight to the bottom of his heart.
"hiss……"
As the so-called ten fingers connect to the heart, Zhao Qi immediately retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.
However, during this process, a drop of blood came out of the wound on his finger and dripped on the list of gods.
"Click!"
Before Zhao Qi could check the wound on his hand, cracks began to appear on the outer stone of the God List.
Immediately afterwards, the drop of blood quickly disappeared, as if it had been absorbed.
"this……"
Zhao Qi's eyes widened and he looked at the list of gods in his hand in astonishment. The stone material was falling off bit by bit.
The next moment, Zhao Qi felt his body light up. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was in a strange space that he had never seen before.
There is nothing in this space, only a scroll emitting golden light in mid-air.
The scroll slowly opened in the golden light. When Zhao Qi approached, the golden light condensed some words.
"The way of heaven is clear and it has its own way. Chaos is coming, and the throne of God is in vain."
"Those who hold this list will fulfill the destiny of heaven. Become a god and join the list to protect Tiangang!"
The eight sentences came into Zhao Qi's eyes, and he felt a warm current in his mind.
These eight words were not obscure and difficult to understand, and there was a sense of consciousness that made Zhao Qi instantly understand the function of this object - to become a god again and protect the world!
In an instant, Zhao Qi received a lot of information from the list of gods. When he knew it all, the blood called 'hope' in his heart began to ignite and boil!
"I'm back in 2023."
"There are still ten years left..."
"It hasn't even started yet."
"I still have a chance!"
"There is still a chance in this world!"
"There is still hope for humanity!"
Looking at the golden handwriting in front of him, the hope that had long been buried in Zhao Qi's heart was rekindled.
The future of mankind is not doomed, at least now Zhao Qi knows that everything can be changed.
Prosperous cities will no longer become devastated, and humans will no longer need to abandon their homes and travel here and there.
Zhao Qi came back to his senses and escaped from the unknown space, and the list of gods seemed to be ordinary again.
He picked up the pen on the table with trembling hands.
In his memory, he had not touched this thing for a long time.
With rapid breathing, Zhao Qi recalled those people who had died fighting to continue the human fire.
In my mind, I recalled their deafening cries before they died:
"The world is bright and the fire never goes out!"
The scenes of the past came to mind one by one. Zhao Qi wrote a few big characters on the white paper with a pen as sharp as a knife!
"The Heavenly Prison of the Human World, the Era of the Gods!"
