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this day.

People throughout the city stopped working and started celebrating.

But at this moment, they don't understand the significance of this city, what it will bring, and what changes it will bring to all the birdmen. They are just celebrating God's protection and manifestation, and also celebrating their remaining lives after the disaster. .

The temple was fully open to the outside, and many people came to pray. Wave after wave of people climbed up along the uneven tree root slope, and came to the temple that was integrated with the giant tree.

The canopy of trees overhead blocked the sun and the rain that always fell.

Looking back, the trees and roots wrapped around the entire city. The city no longer looked like a city but more like a huge bird's nest.

Some young people climbed higher and climbed to the surrounding treetops. They clung to the branches with sharp claws and looked into the distance. At this moment, they felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they had stood this high countless years ago. Soaring into the distance.

Unfortunately, I don’t know when they will be able to get their lost wings back.

"Let us thank God for his protection."

"thank God…"

"thank God…"

Thousands of people knelt on the **** and began to worship under the guidance of the monks.

The old woman and her family bowed step by step, and finally entered the temple together with her family. She raised her head and saw the statue of a **** that was completely different from what she remembered. Although she said that gods have different appearances, Still feeling a little lost.

The crowd was so big that the old woman got separated from her family.

However, she did not shout. Instead, she looked to the other side, and then quietly passed through the side door that prevented people from entering the temple casually. There was a smile belonging to an old child on her face, just like the restless and noisy girl in her youth. The self returned to the body again.

Unknowingly, she reached the end of the corridor alone. She wanted to take a look at the stone statue carved according to her story.

However, what she didn't expect was that someone came here before her.

In front of the statue, she saw a figure looking at the statue, but there was no sense of respect or admiration in his movements and expressions, it was more like inspection.

Examining it, how much does the statue of the **** carved by a mortal look like me?

She stepped closer.

Looking at the other person's hair, he has black hair and a well-proportioned body. He should be young, probably a teenager.

She had obviously never seen this person before, but she felt a strong sense of familiarity. He seemed to have a unique and transcendent temperament.

The old woman asked, looking at the other person's back with wide eyes.

"Who are you?"

The man turned around and the old woman discovered that he was still holding a suitcase in his hand.

The other person: "Does a little girl who likes to glare like this kind of city?"

This person who looked like a teenager called her a little girl.

But it is true that the life she has experienced seems short to the other person. After hearing those words, the old woman slowly approached the other person and looked at the person carefully again.

Then the old woman shook her head violently. She was a little excited and seemed to have sensed something, but she still instinctively denied it.

"No!"

"You can't be him, you're different from him, and you're not the right age."

"Oh my God, don't joke with me like that."

But the other party had no intention of joking at all. The man stood in front of the stone statue and glanced across the interior of the temple.

"I am the one who is getting old, and I am the one who is young."

"It's me who's in the temple, and it's me who's standing here."

"No matter which one is a shadow of me who once stayed in time, life will grow old and pass away, and I will also change in the years and reincarnations."

Although the old woman denied it, she heard the other party call her a glaring little girl, and then looked at the familiar suitcase in the other person's hand.

She choked again and again, but she was still sure that the young man in front of her was the figure she had seen before.

"You really are a god!"

For a moment, she wanted to kneel down.

But the other party stretched out her hand, and an invisible force stopped her.

"Whether you kneel or not, it makes no difference to me."

"Many years ago, I accepted the worship of tens of thousands of people, and was enshrined in palaces and cities. Now the so-called glory of the divine light does not benefit me in the slightest, and the dignity listed on the altar will not let me down. I feel half happy.”

"It's just like the people outside, whether they call me a **** or something else, whether they worship me or hate me, it doesn't mean much to me."

"Everything I do is just follow my heart and go with what I know and do."

Not long ago, the people in this city kowtowed and shouted as the miracles appeared, and cursed and roared as the disasters came. The so-called God was like a disposable rag in the eyes of people. In fact, he saw all of this. In eyes.

But when he talked about these funny and ridiculous scenes, he was not moved at all, with a calmness that had experienced thousands of years.

The man smiled, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"If you could call me as loudly as you once stood in the wilderness, ask me where I came from, and confidently say that this is your hometown."

"I would be even more delighted."

"It's as if I'm still a traveler passing through the forest, and you're still the cheerful girl with wide eyes. Everything makes people feel nostalgic."

She couldn't believe it: "You came to see me?"

The man nodded and looked at the fantasy tree city outside the corridor that had undergone great changes.

"This city has been built, and I am leaving. I just remembered what I once said to you, so I came to see how you are doing."

"If you can be happy because of the city I built, so will the thousands of families here and many people in the future. At least it means that the path and method I chose looks pretty good now."

She was moved.

She looked at the figure in front of her with turbid eyes. She looked three-quarters like a god, but also had a seven-quarter flesh and blood feeling. Perhaps it was because the other person was standing in front of her alive, so she had this real flesh and blood feeling. .

But the temperament hasn't changed much, it's like the body and appearance are constantly changing, but no matter whether he is young or old, the person inside is always the same.

The old woman gradually became less restrained, and she spoke with emotion and a bit of gratitude.

"God!"

"Why did you bless us and why did you build this city?"

"Is it because you love us?"

She finally asked what she had always wanted to ask deep down in her heart, but the other party's answer was not what she had imagined.

"I'm just a person trying to open up different possibilities and a person who keeps moving forward."

"No matter it's a person with black hair."

"Called King."

"It's called a god."

"They're all just code names that are convenient to be called by others, and they all do the same thing."

After experiencing so many things, Helfas seemed to have gradually seen and understood many things, and also gained his own knowledge and understanding of the world.

"Maybe people are gods."

"Everyone is the seed of the gods, but most of them wither before they have time to grow up."

"The so-called gods are just people who mature and grow up, live longer and become more powerful."

"Those figures who explored the limits of civilization and life in ancient times, created the future, and guided people forward, gradually became known as gods as stories spread."

Herfas's lips used to look very thin, not because they were thin, but because he liked to purse them and smile after speaking, but it made him look a bit stubborn and stubborn.

But unknowingly, this habitual movement of his seemed to gradually begin to disappear, at least it rarely appeared again.

She couldn't understand Helfas's words, let alone his changes over the years. She just nodded in understanding.

Although she lived a life that was exceptionally long for many people, she still seemed like a child who was ignorant and asking questions in front of the other party.

"Is this what God means when he appears in this world countless times?"

But she still felt a little happy and warm when she saw that the **** in her eyes was not so arrogant.

At this time, the figure in front of her nodded to her.

"Anyway, I'm glad you were finally able to see the birth of this city, the girl who welcomed me here outside the jungle."

She wanted to ask something more, but at this time there were footsteps behind her.

"it's here."

"Found it, found it."

"Grandma, why did you come here suddenly?"

"Elder, you are not allowed to come in casually. Even if you want to come in, you must perform rituals and prayers in advance."

It was the people from the old woman's family who came, as well as several monks from the temple. They shouted when they saw the old woman's figure.

The old woman turned her head with some dissatisfaction and said to her children: "I am talking to God, don't you see?"

Those who ran over and the monks looked at each other for a moment, and at the same time stopped and looked in front of the old woman. Finally, a junior said: "Is that the statue you are talking about?"

The old woman became excited: "The gods have come here. What stupid things are you talking about? Just tell me..."

But when she turned around, there were only two lonely stone statues, one large and one small.

She stared, gradually becoming lost.

“He left the land and left behind this city.”

The other party left.

Nothing earth-shattering.

Just like when the other person came, he just gently pushed aside the jungle and appeared in front of her, and when he left, the other person quietly dissipated like a cloud.

When He came, she was aging, and she was just a child; when He left, she was young, and she was like a withered leaf in the wind.

But those monks seemed to understand something, their faces turned red for a moment, and they asked in disbelief.

"What?"

"god?"

"You said God was here just now?"

"is this real?"

What the old woman hates the most is people raising such questions, she said loudly.

"God has just sent down a miracle, and His power is still surrounding here. Who dares to blaspheme the great God here?"

Everyone knelt down one after another, and the old woman also knelt down and prayed devoutly.

Solemn, solemn, respectful and pious.

She does after all.

She is no longer the little girl who dared to stare at the gods.

—

Helfas flew into the sky.

His huge mental power field spread out, and that power even directly distorted and modified some of the surrounding laws. There seemed to be illusions flashing around his body, as if the images of time were being played around him.

That's right, Helfas has entered the fourth level.

He condensed the Divine Grace Stone, and he could create more cursed puppets and possess more magical abilities.

His body possesses a mythical organ. This body is eroded by the power of mythology and has a lifespan of a thousand years. However, this is not important. What is important is that he can get rid of the shackles of life and death and enter the reincarnation state on his own. This is also a reserve. The central symbol of mythology.

Helfas passed through the sea of ​​clouds, then stopped and stood on the sea of ​​clouds to look at the royal city and country below. It was a miracle that he almost single-handedly created. It can even be said that he designed it without even showing his face. A civilization.

He doesn't have much of a sense of leading a civilization to develop through hardships. The whole process is more like a simple and understated experiment.

He wanted to, he wanted to.

He can influence the world and change everything.

High and above.

So when it was all over, he didn't feel much pride, but felt a little hollow.

"Is this what those gods feel like?"

So much so that he felt that there was no meaning for mortal existence in this process, so he directly decided everything and destined everything.

If the king's will controls people's life and death, then God's thoughts determine the existence and demise of civilization.

That's why he went deep into the city to see everyone, and also had a conversation with the girl who loved to glare, because he was really not sure that this civilizational path he had downplayed and determined was really good?

"In such a world, there can be no ordinary developed civilization. If they are dissatisfied with the path I choose for them in the future, then wait until they reach that height before making a choice!"

"I just lead to a path, a possibility."

"And there are countless relays on this road, and I am just one of them."

When Helfas thought about it this way, the originally high feeling of nothingness and emptiness seemed to be gradually suppressed.

He began to think about what he wanted to do next and his goals. There were still many things waiting for him to do.

For example, the next situation of Life Town, other Life Towns, and whether the success of Life Town's experimental plan can also feed back to the Land of the Full Moon.

For example, how should he go after the fourth level? Can he integrate his plan to become a **** with the way forward for civilization, and how should he integrate it.

He still couldn't stop completely.

But facing these long years, he is no longer in a hurry and anxious,

a hundred years.

Hundreds of years.

Even a thousand or ten thousand years.

He could afford to wait.

—

one year later.

Breadfruit Kingdom.

She was lying on the wooden bed trying to remember, and said to a large group of children surrounding the bed.

"The hair is black and the eyes are black, as deep as the night sky, but if you look closely, it seems like stars are shining."

"He said..."

She had told this story so many times that the children could recite it, but at this moment they were listening in perfect silence.

Under the bed, there was even a faint sound of crying.

But her consciousness gradually drifted away, as if she had left here.

Went outside the jungle.

We came to the depths of the corridor of the temple.

That was the first time she met that figure in her life, and the last place she saw him.

Although until her death, she still came to this corridor from time to time, looking forward to seeing the existence that people called God again.

Even if she changed her appearance and image, she still longed for the other person to quietly appear in a corner and call her name, but she never saw the other person again.

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That figure must have been lingering somewhere in the world since then. As this civilization is passed down from generation to generation and mortals live from generation to generation, he will exist forever.

Maybe that **** will push back the leaves and walk out of the jungle, meeting a different person in another body.

However, that is already a story that has nothing to do with her.

She died peacefully and surrounded by her children.

She told her children everything she saw and heard, and told the monks in the temple. The monks recorded it in books, and the children turned what they saw and heard into stories and passed them down, and this became the city of birdmen. The oldest stories and legends of gods and men.

only.

There are many legends about Him, they have existed in the past and they will never cease in the future.

And her story is just one of them, and probably the most prosaic one. (End of chapter)