Men walk on the long river of time.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, or he hadn't really walked at all, just wandering in the fog and darkness above that time.
"Why am I here?"
"Where is this?"
The man kept walking.
"I seemed to have called someone's name and came here."
"Whose name did I call?"
"I?"
"Who am I?"
He remembered calling someone's name and coming here, but that was a long, long time ago.
It's been so long that he can't even remember who he is.
He couldn't feel anything here. It was a feeling beyond darkness, a place more terrifying than a lightless cage.
There is no body, no five senses, just your thoughts.
There is nothing more terrible than this.
He didn't understand why he was locked up here, but he just felt that this feeling seemed familiar.
"correct!"
"I seem to have told someone about this feeling."
A picture appeared in front of his eyes. It was him talking to another person.
Self: "You have no connection with the universe, so from what angle do you perceive the existence of the universe? If you can't even perceive the universe, how can you perceive time, and how can you further travel on the timeline?"
That person: "So, once the soul leaves the body, it is like a ship that has lost its coordinates and direction. It is very likely that it will leave this universe and never find its way back?"
He chattered and made gestures while talking, as if he was still thinking freely.
"One possibility is that you still have a connection with the real universe, and there is an anchor point here."
"This way you can observe the universe through this anchor point, and as I said before, become an observer outside the universe and time."
"If you have different anchor points in different time periods, you may even become what you said, an existence that travels through the timeline."
The man then walked forward, and he suddenly understood something.
He needs to find an anchor point. Only by finding the anchor point can he escape from this terrible place.
"Anchor!"
"What's the anchor!"
"How can we find the anchor point?"
He searched everywhere, searching blankly in this place beyond the darkness, but no matter how hard he looked, he could not find the so-called anchor point.
"Can't remember."
"What on earth is it?"
"How can we find it?"
"I don't want to stay here. I want to go out. It can be anywhere, as long as it's not here, no matter how scary it is."
He couldn't make a sound.
He wanted to touch himself, but he couldn't even touch his body.
He wanted to talk to someone, but he was the only one here.
In a world where there is nothing.
He tried his best to let out a silent scream. The scream did not exist anywhere but in the bottom of his heart.
No one can hear it but himself.
Even though he had no mouth, he still wanted to make that desperate howl.
suddenly.
An eternal light shines from afar, illuminating the man's path forward.
The man raised his head and looked towards the distant light.
It seemed that he was looking at someone, separated by years.
Under the light.
The silhouette of a man is reflected, with black hair and black eyes.
Further along the river of time.
A majestic figure is moving down the time.
The end of the Second Age.
The Creator raised his head and looked at the other side of time. He was already accustomed to seeing this scene, and no matter how grand and strange it was, it could not cause any waves in his heart.
But this time, he seemed to see something different.
"Um?"
He stared for a while, as if to confirm what he saw.
finally.
He gave a lonely smile.
Another figure on the side asked curiously: "What did you see?"
He said, “I saw a familiar shadow.”
"Perhaps, we will also see different fruits."
——
Hinsey World.
Fifty million years have passed since the departure of the Creator and the end of the Second Age.
The world has been reshaped, but there are still some areas that have not completely calmed down.
On the edge of the world and in the depths of the ocean, volcanoes are still erupting continuously, and terrible distorted radiation spreads in some places of death.
But in general, the world has begun to stabilize.
The continent was reorganized, the ocean stretched as far as the eye could see, and the sky turned blue.
The land is densely covered with forests and plants, and the climate is warm.
Swarms of insects soared in the jungle, and thousands of dragon beasts ran across the earth or spread their wings in the sky.
All this shows that the world can accommodate civilization and re-establish order.
Tower of Babel.
The temple above the sky and the sea of clouds.
The sky is already black at this height, and there is no blue sky to be seen, only the eternally silent sea of stars.
Figures came one after another, arriving in front of the temple.
There is a round table on the square. There are ten places on the round table. Seven of them are already seated, and these are all the witches born so far.
They are the eyes of the giant god, part of the world, and the order monitors of this world.
The witches looked at each other. Every time they woke up, they felt as if they were in another world, as if they were re-recognizing the world.
"Slept for a long time again."
"The world is completely different."
"I saw that the world was full of green, and there were dragons and beasts everywhere."
"What a nice view."
"Yes, so beautiful."
"It is already a world of real life."
After chatting for a while, the earth witch Myrtle was the first to raise a formal topic.
She first summarized the previous meeting and then presented the main content of this meeting.
"During the fourth meeting, we discussed about withdrawing all the manifest power of wisdom and power. This time we have basically completed it after waking up."
"Then this meeting should be about the creation of the main civilization race!"
The fifth Witch Council was officially held here to discuss the creation of various races that carry civilization in the third era.
"Should one race be created first, or all races together?"
"The life templates have already appeared, and they can be created by using the Life Breeding Nest. This is not a problem."
"The difficult question is, can these civilizations really adapt to the environment of this world? Is this world really ready to accommodate races and civilizations?"
“Always take that step.”
"No matter how the order and laws change, no matter how the world changes, I believe that people can always find their own way to survive in this world."
"You don't have to rush to make them all at once, so let's do it step by step!"
"Which race will be created first?"
"The dragon people are a clan. They are the first race that the Lord of Life created using the world in the vat. When the Lord of Life left, he also told the Mother of Snakes to express his favor for dragons."
"Then let's settle it like this!"
On top of the Tower of Babel, the seven witches held a witch meeting to decide what they would do next.
suddenly.
A strange phenomenon appeared in the deepest part of the temple hall.
The witches raised their heads together and looked towards the deepest part of the temple.
"What happened?" The witches stood up one after another.
"There is movement inside the temple." The Moon Witch pointed to the inside of the temple and said. You can see light spilling through the cracks in the door. The light is very strong, projecting a trapezoid in the square outside, just covering the round table of the witch meeting. .
"How could it be? The temple has been closed for tens of millions of years." The other witches were surprised.
The witches walked inside together, heading towards the temple door that had been closed and dusty for countless years.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
The heavy door was slowly pushed open with a roar.
As the witches walked up the stairs, the sea of stars above their heads looked particularly cold.
As we climbed up the stairs, the scene in the temple gradually became apparent. We could see that the temple was empty except for a sacred throne that looked like a candlestick.
No one sits on the supreme throne, waiting for its owner to return.
After passing through the gate, the witches filed in. As they entered, they immediately raised their heads and looked at the dome above their heads.
The shadow of the Supreme God is depicted on the dome, and at this moment, a star on the dome is emitting light. The light is so dazzling that even their silhouettes are submerged in it.
"Creator!"
"Eternal Star!"
At this time, they finally knew what the light was. The witches looked horrified, but they still didn't understand what was going on.
However, they just took one look and did not dare to look again, and they all fell to the ground.
"What happened? Why does the light of the eternal stars shine?" This is something that has never happened in fifty million years.
"The Creator has returned?" a witch speculated.
"This is only 50 million years." Compared with the previous era, which spanned more than 200 million years, 50 million years seems a bit short.
"Probably not. When the Creator returns, the three supreme artifacts will roar together. He is the source of all power in the world, but there is no such movement now." The Earth Witch shook her head.
Among the seven witches, one of them saw such a scene for the first time, and felt the power of the supreme god for the first time.
She is bathed in the light of the eternal stars.
He stretched out his hand and watched the light penetrate through his fingers, reflecting the outline of his palm.
"Sure enough, it really exists!"
"The God who created everything."
And such visions not only occur on the Tower of Babel, but also in the Kingdom of Creation at the highest point in the dream world.
In other words, that is the source of abnormal phenomena in this universe.
The kingdom of creation.
The Temple of Insai on the Pyramid.
The statue of the Creator suddenly shone brightly, and the light swept across the wall and passed through the corridor.
He brushed past the ancient miraculous murals, which were carved by God-King Lederiki based on the images he inherited from the wisdom of the Creator, and finally landed on one of the pillars.
On the pillars are carved high-rise buildings and wide streets, with a back figure in the middle of the street.
At this moment.
The carved back suddenly distorted and then continued to enlarge.
Finally, the figure turned around little by little, revealing its true face.
The figure raised his head and looked outside.
The light faded.
The pillar also disappeared.
The country of fairies under the pyramid was instantly shocked, and rays of light came across the sky like rainbows and converged in front of the temple.
One by one, the goblins leaped up and floated outside the temple.
"God is back?" A goblin lay at the window and went to visit inside.
"Is Lord Sheila coming back?" Someone peeked in through the crack of the temple door.
"Ah, no, I didn't feel the breath of God and Lady Sheila." Several big fairies felt the movement of the Cup of God.
"I haven't sensed the aura of the Great Demon King either." The other goblins also nodded. If the Creator returns, the power and movement of the Master of Life will definitely be the most obvious. She has no intention of keeping a low profile.
Surrounded by it, the goblins finally discovered something was wrong.
"Eh?"
"Is there a pillar missing here?"
"What about a big pillar?"
"Why is the pillar missing?"
"Stolen by whom?"
"Could it be that San Rafael recycled it?"
The shadow of the divine moon appeared, and a black-haired boy walked out of the divine moon and appeared at the entrance of the temple.
Seeing that one of the pillars was missing, the black-haired boy's expression changed.
Shock, astonishment, disbelief, even horror.
Then it gradually calmed down and turned into a frown again.
He never believed that someone could steal the pillars of the Temple of Creation without the permission of the Creator.
So, something must have happened that he didn't know about.
He stood in front of the missing pillar with a solemn expression, as if he was recalling the content carved on the pillar.
In a daze, he seemed to remember something.
That was the back of a god-like being who didn't know where or when it existed.
"In the end what happened?"
——
On the human continent of the Xiinsai world.
Zi had a dream.
She dreamed that she was standing on the top of a mountain at dusk, with a huge pillar in front of her. The setting sun dyed the mountains all over, and even the jungles and lakes turned red.
She raised her head at the bottom of the giant pillar, looking up at the stone body whose top could not be seen at a glance.
The pillars are rough and ancient, but the carvings on the pillars are so delicate that people can't help but stop and look up.
The engraving is indelible across time, as if every line and every stroke is flowing with immortal divine power. Even just one pillar makes people feel sacred and solemn.
A human figure is faintly carved in the center of the tall pillar, overlooking her with the sky and sea of clouds.
Then she woke up.
On the wooden bed, the girl lying on her side on the wooden board opened her eyes with only the whites of her eyes.
She has an oval-shaped face, her hair is cut neatly across her forehead, and the outline of her face is as soft as her eyes. Her long eyelashes are stained by the morning moisture that blows in from the closed window.
The girl is covered with a blanket. The hair comes from the Velvet Dragon. It is a long-legged, long-necked dragon that is covered in long hair and can run very fast. It is woven by the women of the Purple Tribe. This technology I don’t know when it originated, but it has been passed down from generation to generation among dragon people.
She lifted the blanket, revealing her naked body and slender crossed legs.
Finally, you can clearly see the slender tail behind her.
She is a dragon.
Looking out the window, she remembered what she had just seen.
"It's a pity that I didn't see clearly what was on the pillar."
She was born blind, but occasionally she could see some special pictures, which would be projected directly in front of her eyes or in her dreams.
It was in this way that she knew what colors were and what the world looked like.
I know the blue sky and white clouds, and I also know what the starry sky is.
She always hopes that there will be more scenes like this, so that she can learn more about the world and see the world.
Wear a long sleeveless woolen skirt, tie a belt around the waist, and put on a felt hat.
Picking up a green bead necklace and hanging it around her neck, Zi carefully groped out of the stilt wooden house.
At the same time, a dragon tribe also appeared in front of people.
In addition to wooden houses, there are also a large number of simple round pointed tree branch sheds. There are very few people wearing clothes and accessories like girls. Most dragon people directly wrap animal skins around their waists, or are simply naked. .
The appearance of dragon people is closer to the form of gods. Apart from the difference in faces, men and women have thick tails and women have slender tails.
Tribal dragon warriors armed with long-handled weapons patrolled by, both male and female. They would also tie sharp weapons to their tails and use them as combat weapons.
The dragon warriors saw Zi and saluted her one by one.
"purple!"
"purple……"
They shouted Zi's name and spoke a language that was unique to them.
Zi lowered her head and nodded slightly, as if returning the favor, but said nothing.
Zi remained motionless, and after the crowd passed by, she quickly walked forward alone with her legs along the path that she had walked many times, and walked to the path on the hillside.
She sat on a stone on the hillside, looking up into the distance expectantly.
The sun rises and shines on the hillside, also shining on the purple woolen skirt.
Every day, she would experience the sunrise this way.
Even if you can't see anything.
But you can feel the existence of this world on another level and feel the warmth of the sun.
If she could see with her eyes, looking along the hillside, she could see green forests spreading densely to the sky, lakes dotting the earth like stars, and rivers wrapping around the green fields like ribbons.
This is the time when life explodes.
Here, everything can have life.
This is a gift and a disaster.
In the middle of the night, strange stars in the distance are singing; giant beasts high in the mountains pass by the earth, killing everyone they look at; magic dragons roar in the sky, burning the sea of clouds into red black.
Powerful weirdness spreads across the sky and the continent.
On the earth, intelligent species are struggling to survive while avoiding these terrifying monsters, and Zi's tribe is one of them.
Most of these tribes maintain a limit of a few hundred people, because once the number exceeds a thousand people, they will attract these weirdos and lead to disaster.
Therefore, once the number of dragon tribes on the earth approaches this limit, each tribe will drive out the excess people, or split into different tribes, allowing others to find new habitats.
Suddenly, someone shouted from behind.
"prophet!"
Zi turned around hastily, and then recognized the other person from the voice as the recent guest to the tribe. He was a dark-skinned and strong dragon warrior.
The other party came from another tribe in a distant place. It was a very powerful tribe. It was said that there were thousands or even nearly ten thousand people.
Zi didn't know what method they used to fight against the weirdness to build such a majestic tribe.
The other party knew about Zi's special ability and came to see her and called her a prophet.
Although her eyes could not see anything, she could feel the hot gaze coming from the man. She immediately avoided his gaze, not wanting him to look at her face or see her eyes.
The dragon warrior came closer and asked Zi.
"I heard them say, what did you see?"
"Is it a disaster?"
Although the dragon warrior heard that Zi had magical abilities and accepted the task of the tribe leader and came here, he actually didn't really believe that Zi had such power.
In contrast, he was even more shocked when he saw Zi's appearance, which could be seen from his unabashed admiration in his eyes.
Zi: "No, it's a very strange picture."
Dragon warrior: "What picture?"
Zi has been thinking about why she saw this scene, whether that scene represents anything, and whether it contains any meaning or omen.
She said: "I saw a very tall pillar standing on the top of the mountain at dusk."
When Zi said these words, the dragon warrior's body was shaken, but Zi couldn't see the expression at all.
The dragon warrior's expression was in disbelief at first, and then became respectful little by little.
However, his expression became a little regretful and sad, perhaps because he understood that Zi had become something he could never get, or it was for other reasons.
He took a few steps back and saluted respectfully, never daring to show any offense in his eyes.
"Forgive my offence, you are a true prophet."
Although Zi had heard dragon warriors call her this many times, she had never heard the prophet talk like this before.
She asked, “What exactly is a prophet?”
Dragon Warrior: "A person with special talents who is blessed by this world."
Zi nodded.
Relying on this ability, she has indeed helped the tribe avoid many disasters. It is indeed a blessing to others, and she has also received the worship of many people.
But in Zi's opinion, this is more like a curse, a curse of being trapped in darkness since birth.
If she could, she would trade everything for a pair of eyes that could see.
She was thinking so in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.
She just avoided facing the direction of the dragon warrior again, with her legs together and her head bowed deeply.
In an echoing voice, he said, "Thank you for telling me."
At night.
A group of people entered Zi's tribe. They killed the leader of Zi's tribe and killed most of the warriors.
The enemy burned down the tribe's houses, leaving corpses strewn in the fields, and most of the people fled.
A group of soldiers came to Zi's residence, wrapped her up and rushed outside. Zi had no idea what was happening and just passively ran away with the others in the darkness and noisy roars.
"Zi, come with us."
"The enemy...the enemy has come in."
"Protect Purple."
"Take her away..."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me."
"ah!"
She heard screams and cries of fear. Others' fear could be seen and felt directly, but she could only rely on hearing to perceive it, so the fear seemed to be infinitely amplified.
The sound of killing shouts was getting closer and closer, and she heard the sound of people falling one after another, which was the last sound of life disappearing.
It doesn’t sound good, and it’s not beautiful.
Even a little ugly.
Until she heard the sound of a gun being thrown across the night sky, the last soldier protecting her fell to the ground, blood splattered all over her collar and dyed the green bead necklace around her neck red.
Zi stretched out her hand and groped around while shouting.
"Hello!"
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Are you still alive?"
She waved her arms in the darkness, unable to see or grasp anything.
Suddenly, someone spoke: "He is dead."
In the flames, she heard someone's voice.
She recognized the other person: "Is it you?"
Dragon warriors from other tribes spoke: "It's me, the prophet!"
Her eyes can see things in the distance and things that may be related to herself, but they cannot see through the changes in people's hearts.
She was captured and taken to another tribe.
Everyone headed north, crossing distant lands and jungles, and finally came to a huge mountain range.
This tribe lives in the mountains.
When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, the existence in the picture she had seen appeared before her.
Under the sunset.
Thousands of people's bodies were dyed red, and their shadows were dragged down from the mountain.
They faced a certain existence on the top of the mountain and worshiped.
High above the setting sun, receiving all worshipers, is a pillar around which the entire tribal architecture is built.
It stands in the middle of the mountains, at the junction of the sky and the earth, at the point of the setting sun.
Zi seemed to feel something: "What's in front of you?"
The dragon warrior looked at the sacred and ancient stone pillar, his eyes reflecting red.
He spoke a byte with a sound of wonder and adoration.
"column!"
It has the meaning of pillar, but also has the meaning of nobility, admiration and powerful presence.
The pillar that holds up the world, or the pillar that holds up civilization.
(End of chapter)
