Fu Qingjun watched the birth and fall of the entire Demon Kingdom civilization with her own eyes.
Their seemingly long twenty or so civilization epochs were just a few short moments in my eyes. It was just a few days of bragging to Little Trumpet and spending a few days to study the structure of this new world …
But for the life inside, it was everything.
Fu Qingjun sat in front of the table and looked down at Gatha, who was crying on the burning ground, with mixed emotions.
At this moment, the deicide and drastic changes in the tabletop sand table world made him completely realize:
What he was raising on the wooden table was not a simple ant nest petri dish …
Ever since he gave these ants a high-level soul, they became truly intelligent life forms and were far from simple.
The ants raised on the pear wood table …
It was an intelligent civilization.
They developed in such a narrow tabletop sand table, but they had their own spirit and courage!
From the perspective of the development of some intelligent life forms, the ant creatures here were essentially no different from the primitive humans of this Earth's upper tribes five thousand years ago.
Fu Qingjun suddenly thought of the battle between Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor, as well as other ancient myths of the most primitive tribes.
"Am I not now, as an eternal and vast ancient god in the sky, overlooking and witnessing … the ancient history and tribal myths of the ant civilization?"
"A vast epic."
Fu Qingjun hesitated for a few seconds and looked down at Gatha. His expression gradually became solemn.
Back then, that cowardly and weak red ant told the entire world about the ancient miracle, but was doubted and killed by all living beings. After that, he crawled on the ground alone. Even when he learned that the gods were no longer protecting the people of the earth, he did not cry. Even when he was in despair, he still decided to save the people who were trying to kill him …
Without gods, he became a god himself.
Without a future, he created his own future.
The young man who wrote the blasphemy slate ruled the people of the earth in another way. He experienced countless hardships and created glory, but in the end, he still ushered in the fate of being besieged and killed by all living beings for the second time.
"It's like the great horror of fate."
Fu Qingjun was shocked. After all, he was just a teenager.
For a moment, he looked at this lonely old man who had gone through the vicissitudes of life. He was an imposing existence who had lived as a myth and epic. He was a great hero king who should have lived as a legend and led the people forward in front of everyone. His heart was filled with admiration, but he did not know what to say.
"This is the second time, Gatha."
Fu Qingjun's voice passed through the vast fog and landed on the fiery land that was riddled with holes.
"Yeah, this is the second time …"
Gatha's voice was hoarse as she looked at the vast number of unknown existences in the sky.
This was the first time he had such a long distance vision. Even though it was still hazy, he could clearly see the contours.
Dignified, majestic, magnificent, vast, all-encompassing, as large as the entire world … No beautiful word in the world could describe all of this!
Three ancient gods descended at the same time.
The white whirlpool of countless fine lines in the dense fog contained all the truth of the world. It was the God of Knowledge, Horace!
The endless black columns that pierced through the endless space and time floated in the fog contained all things and life in the world. It was the God of Creation, Amiro!
The huge face that was hard to see was formless and intangible. It was probably the legendary God of Wisdom!
The Trinity!
The three most ancient existences descended at the same time!
Gatha should have shown enough respect and courtesy, but at this moment, looking at the vast existences that seemed to have traveled through the ages, he could not help but burst into tears.
His cries were heart-wrenching.
Perhaps Gatha, the majestic god who was never present outside, could only reveal his weakness here.
Fu Qingjun was also silent. He held his cheek with one hand, his hair fluttering. Looking at the burning table half a meter away, he hesitantly said, "Gatha, you are not a real god. You have no obligation to protect the people on earth."
Gatha's face was full of tears, but he slowly raised his head and said very seriously, "It is because I am not a god that I protect the people on earth."
"Because only you can protect yourself."
At this moment, he seemed to be the young boy from back then. He suddenly pointed at the ground, at the remains of Odysseus and the warriors, and said with a bit of loneliness, "In this world, there are still kind-hearted people. That is enough."
Fu Qingjun was silent.
Gatha's aura was withering, aging, and withering.
His figure was gradually aging, like a lamp that had run out of oil.
He no longer had that invincible domineering aura, or the heroic spirit. He was like an old man in his twilight years …
His realm …
Had fallen.
This unparalleled hero had just barely broken through the mysterious fourth realm of martial arts that had never been recorded in human history, but he instantly fell back …
Even the third realm of martial arts was beginning to collapse …
Fu Qingjun knew that his heart was in pain. His face was twisted. This had become an inner demon. His Martial Will was completely unstable. Gatha was about to become a cripple …
The god in Gatha's heart was broken.
His heart was dead.
And he was dead.
There was no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
Although Fu Qingjun had only started cultivating martial arts recently, he knew that once a person's faith crumbled, they would become completely dispirited, living in fear, and would find it hard to rise again.
Fu Qingjun was silent for a few seconds. He didn't know how to help the other party recover from the collapse of his martial arts faith.
Suddenly, Fu Qingjun coldly spoke:
"Gatha, you are the greatest hypocrite in this world"
Gatha was stunned, wiped his tears, and suddenly asked: "May I ask, God of Wisdom, what is a true good?"
He seemed to have guessed that the one he was talking to was the God of Wisdom. Only Wisdom could communicate.
Fu Qingjun casually answered: "Among the lives created by God, there was a child called Gatha. As a kind person, as long as he saw someone in pain, he would also feel pain, so he tried to help them.
At the same time, if God created a clone of Gatha, he would have no consciousness and would only imitate the young man's actions to help the people on earth. God gave each of them a name, one was called true good, the other was called hypocrite "
"Tell me, who is the true good and who is the hypocrite?"
Hearing that, Gatha was startled, then smiled without hesitation: "Of course it's the clone, it's the hypocrite …"
His expression suddenly froze, his pupils dilated.
No …
No …
His expression completely froze, as if he had turned into a statue.
"I see! I see! "
"I'm the hypocrite. The clone of Jia Xia who helped others without any reason is the true good … That's why there's no such thing as true good in this world. All the kindness in life is hypocrisy!"
Gatha suddenly laughed wantonly, "I seem to be helping them, but I see their pain. What I desire is only the comfort of helping them and their gratitude, it's not true good …"
This was an invisible transaction!
In an instant, a terrifying thought flashed through Gatha's mind.
He remembered the words of God after the people besieged him for the first time.
"Worship, worship, killing, sacrificing companions, all the complicated and superficial rituals of worship are taken as a bargaining chip by you. Rather than saying that you believe in God, it's better to say that you desire to make continuous transactions with God." ]
He was also making a transaction.
It was the God who made a transaction … on the other side.
He longed to make a transaction with the people on earth. Their worship, worship, respect, and faith … were all taken as a bargaining chip by mortals.
"In the end, I am not the true God of Wisdom. I help the common people of the earth only for the satisfaction of my heart. I desire their worship and to become their leader." Jia Xia said in a hoarse voice, "If I didn't think so, I wouldn't be so worried about gains and losses."
"This is a transaction! Deep in my heart, I think that they don't abide by the rules of the transaction, that's why I'm so angry! " He suddenly had a kind of aura that completely broke free, no longer obsessed with the attitude of the people toward him, and looked free and at ease.
Hahahaha!!
"If I'm a true God in the world, helping the people on earth is my business. What does their worship or hatred have to do with me?"
"Why would God care about the feelings of the people? The goodness of God doesn't care about gains and losses. It's pure and clear, without any distracting thoughts and desires. That's true goodness! " He suddenly laughed, and his laughter gradually became louder, passing through the entire burning table, and all the people hiding in the abyss under the ground heard his laughter.
Boom …
Rumble!
In an instant, a huge wave of essence, qi, and spirit enveloped the whole world, with an inexplicable sense of holiness.
Like a storm, the huge essence, qi, and spirit shrouded his head, and a vast and huge spiritual figure lingered above his head. It was his own face, the martial arts aura of a true God.
At this moment, Gatha returned to the third realm and went straight to the fourth realm.
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