Today is Monday, and Tang Hao did not arrive at the clothing store early as usual.
He has been staying in the rental house since he got up in the morning.
After searching for "The World in a Box" on the Internet for a long time, all that popped up were all kinds of handmade DIY cardboard box videos.
In the living room, Tang Hao sat slumped on the ground with his mobile phone, his face slightly dull.
Just now, he suddenly discovered something that could be said to be magical or terrifying.
The small sandbox world in the landscaping box may... be real!
It wasn't that Tang Hao suddenly suffered from mental illness, nor was he dreaming.
But Tang Hao really saw a scene that caused his world view to collapse.
A group of villains who seemed to live in ancient times were worshiping towards a high mountain.
On top of that high mountain is a big hand that controls the sun, moon and stars.
Looking down at the tattoo-like mountain pattern on his chest, Tang Hao finally came to his senses after being stunned for half an hour.
"Could someone be controlling it remotely?"
Putting down his phone, Tang Hao murmured to himself.
As a well-educated young man in the 21st century, it was still difficult for him to accept the fact that there was a world inside the box.
"But what's going on with the tattoo on my chest?"
Tang Hao scratched his head in a frenzy, looking at the glass box in front of him, puzzled.
At this moment, Tang Hao suddenly saw something changed under the mountain he had built.
Shaking his head to clear those messy thoughts from his mind, Tang Hao took a deep breath and picked up the magnifying glass.
He vaguely felt that the moment he received this box, the gears of his destiny had already begun to turn!
Through the magnifying glass, Tang Hao was surprised to find that the tribe that was originally crushed by the mountains had actually been rebuilt while he was stunned.
Are these villains so efficient at work?
Tang Hao could vaguely sense that something was wrong, but he didn't think deeply about it.
Because now the primitive people under the big mountain seem to have encountered difficulties again.
For some unknown reason, cyclones of all sizes gathered under the high mountain.
In an instant, strong winds blew up, and sand and rocks flew from the earth.
Although from Tang Hao's perspective, those cyclones were probably not as powerful as his breath.
But in the small sandbox world, this cyclone is devastating.
Those houses that the primitive villains finally rebuilt collapsed again!
Some villains were even swept into the air!
How is this going?
Looking at this scene, a trace of doubt flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.
After plugging that mountain back into place yesterday, peace returned to the box.
Everything was fine when I first woke up, but why did it change again in the blink of an eye?
"Lord God, are you here?"
"Please save my people again!"
At this moment, a faint voice sounded in Tang Hao's mind!
The sound is full of distance, as if it comes from another time and space!
...
The ancient world.
Because of the war between the two Lich clans, the ancient land that had not changed after countless Yuanhui was completely broken into nine pieces!
In the final decisive battle, the demon clan and the witch clan were completely stunned, and both clans resorted to all the forbidden methods!
Under the leadership of Donghuang Taiyi, the demon tribe set up a star formation covering the entire prehistoric world!
Three hundred and sixty-five Great Zhoutian star flags were inserted into the three hundred and sixty-five main stars of the prehistoric era!
Fourteen thousand eight hundred small celestial star flags are distributed around the sun and yin!
The great formation uses three innate treasures, the Chaos Bell, as its source, Hongmeng's countless stars as its guide, and hundreds of millions of monsters as its branches and leaves. Its power is astonishing from the past to the present!
The Wu clan was also not to be outdone.
The ten ancestral witches burned their own origins, stirred up their essence and blood, and condensed all the evil spirits from countless Yuanhui since the beginning of time!
On that day, the true form of the Great God Pangu returned to the wilderness!
The Dutian Divine Evil Formation, which is enough to annihilate all heavens and worlds, begins to awaken!
Ten pillars of destruction that soared to the sky directly penetrated the heaven and the earth!
The collision of the two killing formations almost stopped the flow of time and the six paths of reincarnation collapsed!
This battle caused the earth, which was already broken into nine pieces, to crack again!
Among them, the four largest fragments were named Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniu Hezhou, Nanzhan Buzhou and Beiju Luzhou according to their directions.
In addition to these four fragments, there are countless small fragments floating outside the four major states.
There is one of them distributed in the ancient northwest sea.
This fragment was named Dahuang.
Compared with the four major states, the living environment in the wilderness is extremely harsh.
After both the Lich and Lich clans suffered losses, there were only two Ancestral Witches left in the Witch clan.
In order to atone for his sins, a man transformed into the Six Paths in Jiuyou!
In order to vent his anger, one man ran into the wilderness!
After the Buzhou Mountain, which suppressed the four poles and supported the sky and the earth, fell, the wilderness closest to the Buzhou Mountain and the already harsh environment became even more chaotic.
The stars and sky burned the forests, and the raging waters covered the earth.
The Zhisheng clan, who have lived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain for generations, suffered heavy casualties!
Just when Zhi Sheng was in despair, a big hand that broke through the vast sky turned the tide and put the chaotic ancient land back on track.
From then on, Zhi Sheng followed his original oath and respected Big Hand as the tribal totem!
The human race has an unyielding heart. Although there were countless casualties in this disaster, the Zhisheng clan led the remaining tribesmen to rebuild large and small houses at the foot of Buzhou Mountain in just a few months.
What Zhisheng didn't expect was that although the four poles had been repaired, there were still many elemental storms remaining in the wilderness.
The collision of heaven and earth, water and fire, the interweaving of mountains and wind and thunder, caused powerful energy storms to form.
The storm swept through the wilderness and soon reached the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
The house that the Zhisheng clan had finally rebuilt was no different from paper in the face of the power of heaven and earth.
The wind is howling, the yellow sand is mixed, and in the turbid wind, there are thunder snakes flashing!
Wherever the storm passed, not a single blade of grass grew!
Seeing that the clan members who had managed to survive the last disaster suffered another disaster, Zhi Sheng was extremely anxious for a moment!
Until he saw those storms raging to Buzhou Mountain, they actually chose to take a detour!
The human totem that was carved out of Buzhou Mountain was faintly emitting a faint golden light!
"Quick! Everyone go to the foot of Buzhou Mountain!"
"With the blessing of the gods, these storms can't hurt us!"
After yelling at the panicked tribesmen, Zhisheng glanced sharply at a high platform at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
That is an altar built by humans to worship gods!
After hearing the leader's roar, the humans in the tribe began to run towards the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
Strangely enough, the energy storm that was originally violent and unbridled became inexplicably quiet when it entered a few hundred meters around Mount Buzhou.
Many people looked at the big hand on the mountain and knelt down devoutly.
However, some tribesmen were far away from the mountain. After hearing the leader’s reminder, it was too late to run down the mountain!
Thousands of people were directly involved in the storm!
Zhi Sheng knelt down in the center of the altar, listening to the screams of his clansmen and feeling anxious for a moment.
Looking at the mysterious big hand on Buzhou Mountain, he knocked his head to the ground, "Lord God, are you there?"
"Please save us again!"
Those who stood at the foot of the mountain with lingering fears, looking at their fellow tribesmen who were swept up into the sky, fell to their knees for a while, praying to the gods for help again!
Words of mourning began to sound at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, as if they had traveled through time and space!
