The 33rd year of the Holy Cherry Blossom Dynasty.
The Cherry Blossom Great Emperor was surrounded by a terrifying aura as she wandered around the land. She stepped on the deathly silent mountains, rivers, oceans, lava, and deserts. She wandered through the ruins and the beautiful world of blooming flowers.
She wanted to find something, but she could not find anything.
The world was empty, becoming incomparably unfamiliar.
That ancient god seemed to have disappeared from the world, just like Harlan Dong back then. He was getting old, and no matter how hard he searched, he could not find that ancient existence.
"Maybe he will appear at a suitable time, and not now …"
At this moment, this great god would stop on the mountain peak, by the coast, holding a bright red umbrella and looking down at the vast land. He would not move, and he would stand there for several months.
She was waiting for a fateful encounter.
She had a premonition and was looking forward to his arrival. When they met again, she had too many questions.
"I gathered the calculations of an entire world and separated that sentence into 1876 segments according to the emotions and syllables. I had the most elite human scientists analyze it. In this sentence, I heard seven changes in emotions …"
"Happiness, carefree, joyful, relieved, joyful …"
"But in the end, I could not understand his intentions."
"The emotional changes in the book might be like what I said before, a blessing for a new life. Carefree, joyful … It was the same as the context I heard at that time, but in the end …"
"I have a feeling that the meaning is completely different."
"That passage of his will be something that will completely shock us!"
Carolyn could only sigh faintly. She thought of her conversation with Harlan Dong, and they had both seen the beginning of the world.
"On behalf of humanity, I saw the origin of humanity's ancient ancestors. Looking back at the memories of generations of humans, I saw a god holding two babies and speaking a mysterious language."
"Harlan Dong killed the God of Magical Beasts, Finbar, and looked back at the memories of the magical beasts' ancestors. I also saw a god raising powerful magical beasts, including Finbar, as if he was training pets. He shook a bell, held a plate, and trained them …"
The origin of humanity was already hard to fathom. Adding on the origin of magical beasts, the two origins were mixed together, and the mystery was shrouded in fog. The truth of history could not be seen.
Holy Cherry Blossom Dynasty Year 34.
The Cherry Blossom Empress seemed to have let go of her previous dictatorship. She handed over the affairs of the Corpse Race to others and wandered the land, still searching for something.
Some people said that she was searching for the path to become a god. After all, she was already a high-level god!
Some people said that she was very lonely. This feeling of being invincible in the world was difficult for any creature to understand. It was a feeling of being at a loss and at a loss of what to do.
However, more people were whispering. She was looking for the mysterious god in the legends, the ancient god that existed in the previous civilization.
She wanted to challenge that god. This was in line with her tyrannical and murderous nature!
However, no one knew what the Cherry Blossom Empress was thinking. No one dared to ask this tyrant god. Her might was too terrifying and she was bloodthirsty. Up until now, some people had calculated the number of lives she had killed. There were probably more than three billion people in the entire Ancient Lava Land!
Along with her clearly delegating power, some Heavenly Emperors started to scheme against each other and snatch the power of the Corpse Race.
Holy Cherry Blossom Dynasty Year 36.
The civilization was still developing in the ruins. Many Heavenly Emperors came to have an audience and report.
"Reporting to god, our Corpse Race's newborns are being born among billions of walking corpses. The number of newborns is decreasing day by day! The remaining newborns are unlikely to appear. We have passed the explosive period of our race's newborns. "
"Reporting to god, our Corpse Race is already reproducing. As the main source of our population, we are much more than being born among the zombies!"
…
Sitting on the throne, she held an umbrella and closed her eyes.
This was to be expected.
A race reproducing and giving birth to new descendants was a stable source of replenishment.
Waiting for the zombies in the sea of people to be born and join them was too unstable … even though the newborns from the sea of corpses were equivalent to the Corpse Race's ancestors and had extraordinary talent.
Two years passed.
On the throne, Cherry Blossom Empress remained with her eyes closed. Her gaze penetrated the palace and looked into the distant sky. "Aren't you coming?"
She was waiting for a chance encounter of fate. It was like a heavy rain in one's life. She already wanted to leave the days of ruling over the Corpse Race. As the only existence from the past, she wanted to completely let go of this new world.
"Is it not time to meet me yet?"
A gloomy sigh sounded from the temple.
She felt a deep sense of loneliness, as though she was being ostracized by the world. Everything became extremely unfamiliar.
Another year passed, and time slowly passed by.
Another Heavenly Emperor reported some matters.
"Reporting to god, dozens of us Heavenly Emperors have come to a consensus. Our Corpse Race should establish order!"
"Order?" Cherry Blossom asked with a smile. "What kind of order should we establish?"
She was ultimately somewhat curious to see how they would develop.
"We have flipped through history and surveyed ancient civilizations. Isudar and the Naga Seafolk understand that if a race wants to develop, they have to break away from the tribal lifestyle of eating raw beasts and drinking blood!" A Licker Heavenly Emperor came forward. "We zombies actually treat cannibalism as a common occurrence. It's truly an unimaginable race!"
Cherry Blossom nodded.
In the apocalyptic wastelands, apart from eating humans and infecting humans, zombies also ate their own kind. It was common sense.
"Then what should we do?" Cherry Blossom asked again. She sat on her throne and looked down. She said indifferently, "In this vast land, only our Corpse Race is left. There are no other life. How can we continue the species if we eat each other? Don't tell me we will starve to death? "
"But because of that, we are ultimately eating raw beasts and drinking blood. We will not be able to take the right path of civilization!" A Heavenly Emperor said. "If this continues, a civilization that eats its own kind will perish sooner or later!"
Cherry Blossom smiled once again as she looked down at the experts beneath her.
The zombies were indeed farsighted. The Corpse Race was an incomplete race to begin with. If they continued developing as they did, they would definitely perish.
She had already thought of a way for them to reproduce, but that was still not enough!
At that moment, another Heavenly Emperor said, "We ate the memories of the Isudar people. Although it's not much, we managed to organize a set of genetic modification abilities. Perhaps it might be useful. We can change their appearances."
"Change their appearances? Is it useful to change their appearances? " Cherry Blossom was immediately intrigued. She held the umbrella like a supreme monarch wielding an emperor's sword. A supreme might lingered around her, preventing others from seeing her sacred looks.
A Heavenly Emperor said, "By changing the appearances of those ordinary zombies, we will be high-level zombies that have developed intelligence. Eating them will not be cannibalism. It might seem like we are lying to ourselves, but it's the only solution."
Another Heavenly Emperor went forward and seconded, "Yes, we are unable to change or crack the virus, but we can implant a new virus to change the species' appearance and dominant genes. As such, we can change their appearances … Our technology isn't strong, but the Corpse Race has a genetic breakdown to begin with. It's relatively easy to modify them!"
"Now, the zombies have no sentience and are like beasts … But they are ultimately in human form. If we use the Isudar's genetic technology to insert skin genes into the zombies, making them furry, insert scale skin genes, and fingernail growth genes … they will transform into true beasts!"
"That's right!"
Another Heavenly Emperor spoke up. He spoke with assurance and was filled with confidence. "If their appearances are different, they will be animals of the natural world. Then, we can eat them without any qualms! That way, there won't be any fratricidal acts that violate morality! "
"They are … animals?" Cherryblossoms was immediately taken aback before she beamed again.
A Heavenly Emperor said loudly once again, "That's right! There are only high-level and low-level zombies left in the world. We can only feed on them … Their physiques are different from ours! They aren't infectious to us and have the intelligence of natural beasts. No matter how you look at it, they are animals! "
Cherryblossoms fell silent for a moment.
She knew that it was inevitable. It was also the most correct method for the Corpse Race to rise.
"Yes!"
She said lightly.
The Corpse Dominant Genes Project was officially activated. It was for the future of the Corpse Race!
This was a war without a cause.
It was just a virus, but it had destroyed an era …
Not only did it bring indelible pain and memories to all life, but it also brought indelible pain and memories to the Corpse Race.
The first thing they saw when they came to this world was a vast ruin. The first human they ate and the memories they obtained were the hot-blooded race that earned them respect and admiration, the Isudar people.
They had destroyed the proud and perfect civilization. They had destroyed the human race that advanced with firm steps. They sincerely respected them and believed that no other race would have any animosity towards them.
And what about the future of their new race?
They had descended into this world because of a huge mistake. They were not Isudar people. They were very ordinary, fumbling and searching in the ruins. They wanted to rebuild and survive.
This was going to be a difficult period of time.
Forty years of the Holy Cherry Blossom Dynasty.
Under the reasonable research of countless Heavenly Emperor powerhouses, a kind of virus called the 'Dominant Skin Modification Virus' gradually spread and began to infect the walking corpses that wandered leisurely in the entire ruin.
"Veolia City, begin to spread!"
"Blue Ocean Region, begin to spread the virus!"
…
In the city of mechanical ruins, countless zombies, the handsome men and women wandering on the streets, and even the infected magical beasts, giant dragons, and hydras in the forest seemed to have developed skin diseases. Their skin became rough and they began to grow sharp teeth. The hair on their bodies also became exuberant …
Virus. It would eventually mutate.
As the 'Dominant Skin Modification Virus' spread, the brains of billions of zombies constantly calculated and evolved. A variety of mutated virus forms appeared, and countless virus branches appeared.
Some zombies began to transform into giant black furry beasts. They stood on all fours, grew sharp teeth, and wandered in the flowers and grass.
Some zombies grew fish scales as they sank to the bottom of the sea and transformed into marine animals.
Some zombies grew feathers as they flew into the sky.
…
On a land filled with flowers, in a garden surrounded by a fence.
"There's still one last modification that requires my help." Cherryblossoms had a calm expression as her eyes narrowed slightly. "Resolve the reproduction of ordinary zombies, allowing them to reproduce normally."
She lowered her head and looked at a former Isudar person.
After all, humans made up the majority of zombies.
In the past, she must have been a very beautiful woman, kind and gentle, treating people with sincerity, and able to trust others without any barriers. Now, she was covered with black furry skin, and with her four limbs on the ground, she was like a black wild boar without a mind, only knowing how to eat, drink, and poop.
This zombie was a special wind-elemental zombie. It was a fifth-order zombie when it was alive, but at that moment, it was as though it had become a fifth-order wind-elemental boar-type demonic beast.
Cherryblossoms gave an odd smile as it gradually turned bitter. She finally understood the truth of the entire world.
"Most of her memories are lost, but she can inherit wind-elemental Dharma spells. A portion of her cultivation genes are still present. Her descendants will inherit them as well. Once they reach adulthood, they will become fourth-order … powerful Transcendent demonic beasts!"
…
Three days later, the wild boar demonic beast gave birth to a new batch of babies.
Their skin also became identical to their mother's. They were small boars with black fur.
Cherryblossoms' expression was completely restored to its calm state.
She transformed into a gentle and kind breeder. Over the past few months, she used a bell and a rice basin to train the young boars. She observed their growth so as to restore the balance of the ecosystem.
"Finbar …"
One day, she stopped in her tracks as though she saw a gentle-looking man from ancient times. He held a bell and was calmly rearing a demonic beast. He held a rice basin as though he was feeding the adorable livestock.
It was identical again!
"The beast trapped in the cage, isn't it also … the person trapped in the cage?"
"The world is a cycle. We are all beasts trapped in the cycle."
This God slowly put down the rice bowl and chased a few cheerful black-skinned wild boars into a cage. He returned to a simple wooden house and looked at the paragraph of text hanging on the wall, "God's Day After Tomorrow." There was a paragraph written on it.
On it was a line of text: "If God were to die today, the people of Ishudal would live until the day after tomorrow. Just to recount God's life to other races, we will be filled with pride and use the powerful mechanical charms of technology to directly tell God's story."
She only smiled and raised her brush. After a moment of hesitation, she wrote "God's Day After Yesterday" below the glorious story.
"We grew up in the cradle of science. We stepped onto the grasslands of life and walked alone. We climbed to the peak of the Origins Code and pulled the door to God. And before that, our fates were already determined yesterday.
We don't know how many travelers like us have passed. Any arrogant person who tries to become a race of God and pry open the Key of Life will eventually be cursed by God. The past is the future. "
The god stopped writing and gently blew the ink dry like a mortal. He stood up and seriously hung himself on the wall of the thatched hut. He smiled gently and whispered softly, "It's better to hang you in the dust of the human world than to let you hang in the corner of my memory."
"As long as someone remembers you, you will live forever."
"God of Death, live forever."
She hung the black mural and looked out the window at the flowers and a group of snorting boars in the ruins. It was as if a new world had come. The bright and beautiful lava light fell on her beautiful face. It was as if she was looking at another ancient god.
"I finally understand what you mean. The glory of the human world is but a cycle."
…
This scene was eventually forgotten in the dust of the world.
When future archaeologists found this black stone slab, they wondered why the ancient Isudal people didn't write their history on the hard drive that they were so proud of. Instead, they wrote it on the most primitive stone slab.
They were clearly standing at the end of a high-level civilization. It was said that they had unimaginable technology. Yet, they were like primitive people who left childish scribbles on the stone slab.
People started to wonder if the ancient civilization was really so rotten. They wondered if the ancient civilization's technology really existed.
But no matter how the future generations doubted it, time would eventually wash away everything that was once glorious and glorious. No one remembered these giant wheels of time. The humans of the new generation only wrote down the events that happened in this year in history.
[Year 41 of the Holy Cherry Blossom Emperor Dynasty, Year 121 of the Cataclysm. The surviving humans started reproducing and rearing the magical beasts that survived the Cataclysm. The ecosystem was restored to peace. Civilization once again entered the era of farming and livestock farming.]
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