It was night, and Li Hao couldn't calm down for a long time after returning home.
Not just because of the changes that happened to him today, nor because he saw Mengyao's death.
What really made Li Hao feel a little uneasy was the extraordinary item that appeared on Mengyao - [Civilization Game·Invitation].
That was something beyond the scope of the Dragon Clan's inheritance, but Li Hao felt inexplicably familiar with it.
This sense of familiarity comes from the candle dragon, from the entry labeled [Demigod Body LV1].
Confused, confused, puzzled...
With all these complicated emotions, Li Hao, who gradually fell asleep, once again entered Zhulong's dream.
However, this was different from every previous dream.
This time, Li Hao did not fight Zhulong in his sleep.
On that huge plain, only the corpse of Zhulong and the corpses of countless little people lay there quietly, telling the story of this battle that really took place in an unknown dimension.
[I...am dreaming? 】
With a thunderous sound in the sky, Li Hao's will shined into this unknown dimension.
This time he did not appear in a physical form in the dream, but looked down at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood below from a higher-dimensional perspective.
Li Hao tried hard to wake up, but ended up falling into an even more ignorant state.
Ignorant, yet extremely clear...
Li Hao seemed to have turned into mountains, rivers, and vegetation at this moment, meditating forever on this empty and silent plain.
No one knows how much time has passed.
A dream for a thousand years has become a true portrayal here.
When Li Hao came to his senses, Zhulong's bones had turned into huge mountains, and the soil of the entire plain was soaked in the blood of the god.
The only thing that has remained unchanged during these thousands of years is the corpses of countless little people.
It seems that they were influenced by Li Hao. Those corpses that should have decayed have not changed for thousands of years, showing a side that is incompatible with this world.
Until one day, one of the corpses suddenly opened his eyes again.
It was not Li Hao, because its eyes were full of confusion.
Then the second corpse opened its eyes, the third corpse, the fourth...
As more and more corpses opened their eyes, Li Hao's will became clearer and clearer. He seemed to have completely become the incarnation of the will of this plain at this moment.
Everything that happens on the plains can be understood with just a thought.
Not only that, as more and more corpses are resurrected, Li Hao can even affect the celestial phenomena and terrain changes of the entire plain to a certain extent.
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who I am?
and who are you?
This is a very simple question.
But for the individual beings born from Li Hao's corpse, this has become a huge problem.
It’s not three questions in a philosophical sense, it’s just a simple question of how to distinguish individuals.
Because these beings born from Li Hao's corpse all have the same appearance and body, and even the way of thinking about problems is similar.
No one but themselves can distinguish them from outsiders.
Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's just the inevitable evolution of life...
When an individual with a scarred face uses the scars on his face to distinguish himself from other individuals, the concept of "self" is born.
"I'm...Scarface!"
Using the language inherited from bloodline instincts, the individual calling himself "Scarface" emphasized to his kind.
Then Scarface began to think further.
Why was I born?
What is the purpose of your own birth?
And most importantly, why can only myself and these others be born?
In the year-long battle between Zhulong and Li Hao, even Li Hao himself didn't know how many times he died.
But in the end, only a few hundred individuals were born from Li Hao's corpse.
The rest were either torn into pieces by the angry Zhulong, or turned into part of the mountains with the corpse of the Zhulong.
The corpses that can give birth to new life are just the lucky ones among the tens of thousands of severed limbs and remains.
It took Scarface a long time to figure out this fact, and he began to feel an inexplicable sadness for his birth.
It turns out that the reason why I was born was just because of "luck"!
So what is the meaning of one's own existence?
With the spirit of puzzlement, questions and exploration, Scarface began to explore new ways out of this mountain range transformed by the corpse of the candle dragon.
This is a vast plain.
A God-given place of quiet and peace.
Here, the water is clean and sweet, the monsoon is gentle and calm, and even the ground under your feet is very soft.
It is not easy to get out of here. You need to overcome your deep attachment and fear of the unknown.
No one knows how much time and perseverance it took Scarface to finally convince himself to leave this plain.
It was at this time that Li Hao, who existed from a "God's perspective", noticed this unique existence.
Originally, Li Hao's will could only wander in this plain, as if he were an "earth-bound spirit" trapped in this plain.
But when Scarface walked out of the plain, Li Hao was surprised to find that his perspective began to expand outward.
It's like the fog of war in a strategy game.
Wherever Scarface passes is where Li Hao's will spreads.
Immediately afterwards, Li Hao was even more surprised to find that this dream from Zhulong did not seem to be as simple as he imagined.
Beyond this seemingly peaceful plain, there are oceans, mountains, rivers, and wild animals.
It's like an independent circulating real world, with countless things beyond Li Hao's imagination.
The most important thing is that there are traces of life in this world.
Or rather, traces of the time when life and civilization once existed.
Although those former lives and civilizations have been destroyed.
But in those places where Scarface passes, the neat roads obviously cannot be formed naturally.
Those roads are so huge and regular, as if they were terrifying giant beasts that once lived here.
If Scarface's size is used as a reference, the size of the creatures that built these roads is at least ten times that of humans.
Scarface had no idea what these roads meant or where they ended.
Scarface walks these huge roads without eating, drinking or sleeping.
Just like those devout believers who make pilgrimages for their faith, moving firmly in one direction.
If it weren't for Scarface's special physique, as a life that was revived from Li Hao's corpse and was born with the immortality of not needing to eat, drink or sleep, it would have died of exhaustion long ago.
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