Gatha had an unimaginable spirit, his depth couldn't be seen. His entire person was unimaginably free and at ease.
Tap tap tap.
In the distance, the survivors slowly approached.
Their eyesight wasn't as far as Gatha's, so they couldn't see where God was. But from the sound, they could guess that Gatha was talking to the ancient God.
"If you want to leave this world and go to a wider world, I can send you away … This world can't tolerate the existence of a life form like you, you must leave by breaking the boundary" Fu Qingjun suddenly said, planning to send him to the other side of the tunnel.
His realm was inhuman, Fu Qingjun's table couldn't accommodate him anymore.
Gatha thought for a bit, then said seriously: "But after I leave, how will this destroyed world be dealt with?"
Fu Qingjun thought for a bit, then said: "I will use a great flood to wash away the flames burning the earth, wash away the entire world … If it is washed into the earth, it will be destroyed"
A tunnel slowly opened up.
Gatha stared at the tunnel, then suddenly asked: "Great God of Wisdom, I haven't asked for your name"
"I, am I not you?"
Then there was no more sound, God had already left.
Fu Qingjun slowly returned to the kitchen, took a bucket of water, intending to put out the fire.
Gatha only stared blankly at the sky.
He was completely stunned.
Numb, his mind was blank for a long time, carefully reading the meaning.
He suddenly laughed, laughed out loud. "So that's it! So that's it!!! "
He suddenly turned his head, once again looking at the giant statue with a lion's body and an ant's face, which was being burned by the golden flames.
That was his own face …
God, is me!
This is the God in his heart, the God of Wisdom!
"So that's it"
"The answer from the beginning has been through to the end"
"Bit by bit, it's a sign of the future, but I couldn't understand the will of God!"
It wasn't until this moment that Gatha finally understood what kind of existence the God of Wisdom was.
Among the three ancient existences, he was formless and intangible, a fundamental existence that could not be described at all and could not be understood at the level of consciousness.
Because once I started thinking, I was already wrong. When I started thinking, I was already searching for fragments in my memories. That was why I saw a blurry face. Because I could only understand faces, I appeared in the form of a face.
Perhaps, just now, he seemed to be talking to the God of Wisdom, but in reality, he was talking to himself in his heart … God had never descended.
It seemed to appear before his eyes, but in reality, it appeared in his heart.
"He is everywhere. As long as it is an intelligent life, it is his believer."
"He exists in the hearts of all living beings. He is the source of power. He is with you and me."
He had an epiphany and his thoughts were completely clear.
"As such, I am God! God of Wisdom! "
It was to walk the Divine Path with the human body!
This was the unprecedented spirit of a god!
At this moment, the people who were hiding and fleeing in the distance slowly walked out from underground.
"Almighty God of Wisdom, are you going to abandon us?" They were in pain.
"Yeah!"
"Please forgive our sins!"
They wailed. As the most ordinary people, they were victims from beginning to end. Their homes were destroyed, gods and demons were fighting, and the entire world was shattered.
"I am not blaming the people, but I want to open up a new world. Perhaps in the future, some of you will break through the wall and leave. I will first go to the new world to explore and build a foundation."
Gatha smiled. "The people of this world have already developed. They will only live for one lifetime before leaving. This is my promise. As for the people of the earth, you must not rely too much on the illusory gods."
He strode away and stepped into the tunnel, shouting loudly.
"If the spirit has wisdom, humans are gods. If humans have no wisdom, it is foolish to ask the gods!"
…
…
The era was changing. Everything seemed to be becoming a thing of the past. Everything was about to become irreversible history.
The earth was soaked in blood.
Endless wreckage and fragments covered the cracked earth. Light and flames burned everything. It was as if the end of the world had arrived.
Boom!!!
A large amount of water poured down.
The snow-white waterfall washed the entire world, and the rolling torrent smashed the earth into pieces.
"Hurry up and hold on!"
"We can't be washed into the earth!"
"Hold on tight!"
Countless living beings wailed in fear.
Along with the washing of the great flood, the world-destroying flames were extinguished. The earth was also full of holes and was covered in black.
On the earth, the descendants of the gods and demons who did not participate in the war were silent and sorrowful. They walked on the deathly silent and dark earth, blankly looking at everything.
"The war of the gods …"
"The sky collapsed, the earth caved in, the gods died, the demons were destroyed … Only we are still alive."
Some people wept and wailed loudly. They fell to the ground and cried in pain. "This is the punishment of the God of Wisdom for the sinful and ungrateful people!"
This scene, for all creatures, was a tremendous pain. They understood the viciousness of the heart, and they firmly remembered the destruction brought about by this sinful history, taking it as a warning.
For the rest of their lives, this tragic and terrifying scene of the vast mythological war, the fireballs in the sky mixed with the bones of the gods and devils falling down, forever became a huge nightmare for these survivors, a pain that could never be erased.
Half a century had passed.
The people on the earth came back to their senses. After the disaster, their loved ones died. The pain brought by the war was great and hopeless. They rebuilt their houses and buildings, waiting for a new future and a possible judgment.
In the ruins, the young man of the antman tribe led the people of the tribe to firmly hold on to the wreckage of the tribe and finally survived.
They slowly brought back the corpses of Odysseus and the warriors and returned to the tribe that was already in ruins.
"Fathers, you did not let God down."
The young man of the tribe looked at the ruins that seemed to be the end of the world and the words that Odysseus had said before. He seemed to have completely understood something.
On a certain day, he looked at the messy earth and knocked on the iron tools again. He suddenly took out an iron board and wrote "The Principles of God", and then wrote a paragraph:
When death mercilessly removes the souls of the people,
When the bodies of fear and weapons face each other,
He still stubbornly opens the Ancient Sun Coffin and sleeps,
With a hopeful and gentle mood, he wrote the third blasphemy board: Unwilling to part with the future.
…
When death mercilessly takes the lives of the people,
When the old gods and demons open their arms,
He still stubbornly protects the earth and resists the people,
With a firm and hopeful mood, he strengthened his brave heart: Believe in the people.
…
"Father in Heaven, you destroyed the sinful people, but left behind the fire of kindness. May you return to Heaven and come again … May you walk in your kingdom again and forgive our sins …"
The young man wrote a long paragraph and stopped writing. He stood up and hung this iron board at the top of the tribe to let the people of the future know that this would be the difference between man and God.
The heroes and tribe leaders of the future generations all had to use this as a benchmark.
He hung up the iron board "The Principles of God" and smiled as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. He looked at the people on the earth who were sad, afraid, and desperate because of Gatha's departure and said brightly, "That was God …"
"— The place where he went was filled with bones, the place where he left was filled with spring and romance."
All the living beings were stunned. The uneasiness and guilt in their hearts suddenly dissipated by quite a bit.
This scene was too terrifying and shocking. The tragic battle was forever imprinted in the depths of their memories.
But history for the future was still indifferent.
No matter how great the creatures were, they were just dust of the past. It was imprinted in the deep memories of the creatures of the era. Imprinted in the future was just a few strokes of the rise and fall of the dynasties in history. The sacred tombstone of the "Sunflower Dynasty" recorded:
"In the 26th century, the people on the earth falsely called themselves gods and demons. Frightened by death, they killed the gods from the heavens. The gods were angry and destroyed the people. Countless suns and floods descended to destroy the world. The dynasty was destroyed."
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