Finally Lin Ao made a choice.
He gave up his identity in reality and decided to use this strange world as a new and original 'evil god' as his new identity to restart his pursuit of a higher realm.
This was a gamble, and Lin Ao had everything on him.
When the first evil god was born in this originally illusory and unreliable world, the originally rough world seemed to become clearer and more delicate.
Black plush grew on the thick tree trunks, strange eyeballs rotated on the huge rocks, and the distorted skylight reflected colorful but poisonous rays.
As the new 'evil god', Lin Ao is interfering in the world.
He wanted to wake up Turin and end this absurd dream.
When the dream was shattered, he was no longer an 'ordinary' true immortal, but a native evil god, the darling of Chaos, who held his own mythological code.
Such a transformation is tantamount to cutting off the hair and purging the marrow of the low-level monks.
However, Lin Ao must be disappointed.
Although there are only five hundred 'internal beta players' in this world, they are all smart people.
When Lin Ao made changes and choices, many others began to follow suit.
Some people imitated Lin Ao and showed an ugly appearance with twisted, weird and evil postures, which created an absolute impact on the eyes and senses, and then affected the Turin Dream.
Some people went in the opposite direction and began to create a kind of writing, or established a hasty but not crude system, hoping to use the chains of rules to lock this dream that could be shattered at any time.
In this invisible but still existential choice, the five hundred beta players were initially divided into two camps.
The 'Dream Breakers' camp, headed by Lin Ao, mainly incarnates evil gods, devils, evil gods, and heretic monsters. Their main purpose is to use the most evil dreams to awaken the sleeping Turin, shatter the dream, and return to reality. .
On the other hand, those led by Li Xingzhou simply abandoned reality and instead sought order in illusion. In this dream world, they constructed some simple rule systems, and used this set of rules to temporarily restrain the dream.
They formed the 'Turin Theogony', which maintained the existence of the entire world, but they were parasitic in this dream, becoming more powerful at an incredible speed.
The members of the Turin Theogony are mainly monks who have not even entered the mythical realm in reality. For them, there is essentially no difference between becoming an immortal and a god in reality and becoming an immortal and a god in the dream world. They both enjoy eternal life.
The essence of immortality is the eternity of the mind, and the changes in the body are not attached to by most monks.
If it were in reality, the members of Turin's Theogony would be far from the opponents of those Dream Breakers.
But in the Turin Dream, these members of the Turin Divine Genealogy are the darlings of the 'dream'.
They maintained the stability of the dream, resisted the invasion of 'evil', and gained the recognition of Turin. The gifts and honors belonging to the Creator often fell on these people, causing their power to expand again and again, and even giving them carelessly. These members of the Turin Theogony were not in their power.
Such as creating things, creating humans, creating species, or kneading continents, expanding the world, digging the earth's crust, raising the sky mantle, etc...
When a large amount of power was transferred, Turin fell into a deeper and more stable sleep.
And his agents...those opportunistic members of the Turin Theogony began their 'misbehavior'.
A large amount of land rose from the bottom of the sea, and more stars shone in the sky, forming complex, messy but rich star realms one after another.
Countless new species appear in the core world, the center of the world of Turin Dream.
Elves, angels, murlocs, dwarves, hobbits, Eastern and Western dragons, draconians, goblins, orcs, goblins, charmers, ghosts, cavemen... all those you have heard of and those you have never heard of Races have been reproduced, distorted, and changed into this world.
With the emergence of a large number of races and the explosion of population, there has been a shortage of plants and animals as 'food'.
So the members of the Turin God Book, who had fun, simply made it. There will always be sheep and cows that can't be cut. If one fruit is produced, thousands of people can eat the thousand-year-old solid wood for a whole year, and the sky will Suddenly there will be milk and honey, and bread will roll down from the top of the mountain like stones, and then pile up in the valley.
Abundant materials allow all populations to grow explosively.
All creatures seem to enjoy an endless lifespan until they themselves tire of living.
This is indeed an unrealistic dream.
In such a dream, all 'fiction' will become reality.
But... what is truth and what is false?
As far as modern society is concerned, wouldn't such a society with rich materials and overflowing culture also be a false dream in the eyes of ancient people?
"Do you want to ring the bell?" Xiaoqing asked Ke Xiaoliang in a dimension that was not visible to ordinary people, but in the same world of Turin Dream.
The boldness and madness of these monks even exceeded imagination.
These terrible guys... they are not satisfied with creating ordinary creatures.
They also intended to create 'gods'.
Under the leadership of some madmen, the Turin Theogony began to split, and some of them began to copy... or even disintegrate their own authority, imitate some rumored mythical powerhouses, and create a race of gods.
They planned to create the Pangu tribe, the Nuwa tribe, the Tianfu tribe, and the Tao tribe on this soil that they cultivated at will.
In this wanton pleasure, these guys were the first to put down their bottom line and awe.
"No! Wait!"
"Don't you think...it's interesting?"
"If it's interesting enough, those beings... they won't care." Ke Xiaoliang said.
As a golden immortal, Ke Xiaoliang better understands the way of thinking of higher 'dimensional' existence.
Some people interpret some of the fights between the Golden Immortal and monks above the Golden Immortal as a battle of face.
Because in the concept of immortal existence, if it is not for life and death, nor for profit, then it can only be for face.
But Ke Xiaoliang is certain that this answer is at least 90% wrong.
Face, what is face?
That is the evaluation of a certain person by certain people over a period of time.
Not to mention that monks above the Golden Immortal level can live forever, even true immortals can enjoy immortality.
The changes of right and wrong in the human world can be reincarnated several times in tens to hundreds of years.
Even if the monks lived longer, it would only last for thousands of years.
Caring about the so-called face has meaning but no value.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the battle that destroys the world is just a small game played by some beings at will.
The purpose of the game is naturally to be 'interesting'.
"Do you think it's interesting?" Xiaoqing asked Ke Xiaoliang.
She is learning, always learning.
Although Ke Xiaoliang's enlightenment accelerated her spiritual condensation and made her a 'human' in advance, possessing a complete individual mind.
But she is not a real person after all, and there is still a lot missing in terms of human emotions.
"Yes! Very interesting."
"In this world, it was not 'Father' who created everything, but some arrogant guys who kidnapped the Creator. What if all the worlds were like this? Wouldn't that be more interesting?" Ke Xiaoliang asked Xiaoqing abruptly.
