"What are you doing?"
Jon was just about to raise his hand when he discovered that his hands and feet were bound by chains.
"Are you planning to put me, an uninvited guest, on trial? But I feel like you've miscalculated. Although I'm not very familiar with your civilization, since this is a trial, do I need to defend myself? "
"Thou must speak with caution."
The phantom of a god at the edge spoke.
In truth, he was speaking in a language that Jon could not understand, but after being filtered by the chains, Jon could understand what he meant.
"The trial has begun. Thou need only wait for the result."
What was this?
Without even giving him a chance to speak, the trial had already begun?
However, Chown found that his strength had been firmly locked in his body by the chains. He couldn't move at all.
Helpless.
But since he had chosen this path, he could only wait.
Fortunately, he did not have to wait for a very long time. But as he looked at the empty-eyed figures in front of him, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable. Moreover, this place was completely silent, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Spacious.
But as if someone had heard Jon's thoughts, the surrounding silence was quickly broken. The stone pillar directly in front of Jon began to crumble layer by layer, emitting a thunderous boom.
Jon watched as the stone pillar began to distort and deform. Then, the surrounding beams fell down and connected to the stone pillar, forming a massive scale.
It seemed like they were weighing Jon.
But it was clear that the object they were weighing was not Jon, but the Weave.
This seemed to be an ancient ceremony. That sapling had been taken down from the sky by the gods, but the black Mystic Bird hovering in the sky did not seem to have discovered anything.
Or perhaps it could be said that the Mystic Bird had discovered something, but in its calculations, this situation was the best.
Thus, it did not do anything to stop it, instead allowing these things to develop according to the established order.
Jon did not pay attention to the Mystic Bird. All of his attention was focused on the scale in front of him. This was because he saw his sapling on the right side of the scale, and on the left side of the scale, he saw a complete world.
Even if he was a fool, he should understand how the scales worked.
How could a complete world be equivalent to a newborn seedling?
Even if this new sapling was the World Tree, the two of them were not on the same level.
The sapling of the World Tree could bear the weight of a new world, but the sapling and the world were coexisting and growing together. It was impossible for a sapling to bear the weight of a complete world.
As a result, the scales quickly tilted.
At the very top of the stone pillar, the flame that had been burning steadily suddenly extinguished, and Jon's somewhat nervous expression was shrouded in darkness.
But then, something unexpected happened.
On the line connecting Chown and the scale, the God's shadow that extended out suddenly opened his eyes. There were still no eyeballs in his eyes. Instead, there was lightning flashing in his eyes.
Then he began to speak.
Using the word 'speak' to describe his actions at this moment was not quite right, because his actions were more like a roar.
Or rather, his voice was too loud.
After him, the other gods also began to express their opinions.
That huge sound wave almost tore Chown, who was tied up by the chains, apart.
But fortunately, Jon persevered and heard the contents of their roars clearly.
They were giving the conclusion of this trial, but unfortunately, none of their results were good words.
"Those without hope have no place to talk about the future of mankind."
This was the anger of the one who controlled thunder and lightning.
"Hypocrites only have their own existence in their hearts, and everything they do is for themselves, never contributing or anything else."
This was the indifference given by a certain Mother Earth.
"Blindly trying to be great, without a sense of humility."
"Never stepping on the ground, only seeking castles in the air."
"Without a sense of reverence, not worth the sacrifice of others."
"Even traitors follow the rules more than you."
"With the body of an ant, you dare to vainly seek the supreme authority?"
…
This thunderous evaluation was like a huge boulder pressing down on Jon's body, battering his spirit over and over again. But even so, there was no external force to protect him, and he could only rely on himself to bitterly hold on under the seemingly endless battering.
And what made him feel the most broken was that after the endless battering, he heard a sigh.
"You are not qualified to receive this step of progress, you have no compassion for this world, you just want it to operate according to your ideas, against the laws of the world, forcibly promoting the world's recovery and change, changing the essence of race and life. Your existence has caused the greatest harm to the world, so stop here, you are not worthy of the world's favor."
This sentence was like a bolt of lightning striking Jon's soul, almost splitting his soul into pieces, but fortunately, the chains formed by the laws were still firmly binding him, not letting him completely dissipate.
But even after such a huge impact, Jon still had a part of his strength that was awake.
He squatted down, because his wrists were bound by the chains, there was no way to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
And after he slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he raised his head again, half kneeling on the ground, and stared at those noble gods.
Those gods who were already dead.
"A long time ago, I understood a truth, I live in this world, but I don't owe this world anything, everything I do, of course, is for myself, but I have never tried to hurt this world."
He stared at these empty shadows, not caring whether they could understand him or not.
"… This world owes me, it's not that I want to be reborn in this world."
He pulled with all his strength, pulling the chains that bound his wrists from the ground, then he resisted the pressure on his back and struggled to stand up.
"Forget it."
He seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking in his body, but he seemed to be unable to feel the pain, standing straight on the ground, staring at those guys behind the scales.
"You are the gods of yesterday, but the world has changed today, since you are already dead, then stay in the tomb obediently, sleeping here for thousands of years, how would you know what the world is like now?"
Chown looked coldly at the phantoms and the flashing lightning or flames in their eye sockets.
"Now, you better shut up, and let me complete my promotion, as for this world … even the will of the world did not say a word about my actions, what are you?!"
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