"I came here this time mainly for one thing."
Under Ling Meng's extremely pained gaze, the storyteller received the green tea from Youli and thanked Youli before speaking softly.
"That is, I hope that you can join forces with us to solve the [Human's Final Trial]."
"Human's Final Trial?"
Purple raised her eyebrows.
"What's that?"
"… About this, it's a long story."
"Then make it short!" Spirit Dream said impatiently, "If I let you make it 'a long story' again, I don't know how many tea leaves I'll have to waste."
Everyone was instantly speechless.
Youli lowered her head. Now that she was also a Boli Witch, she really felt too embarrassed.
"Ahem."
The Storyteller coughed and then slowly said, "Since you have the main body of the Jianmu, then let me ask you, how much do you know about the great wilderness?"
Everyone looked at each other. Yonglin Yonglin said, "I've heard of it. Perhaps you don't know, but my master of medical skills is an ancient person from the great wilderness era."
"Oh? He is? "
"Licorice."
The Storyteller was slightly stunned, and then he revealed a very strange expression. "Is it her? That little fellow … I've met her once before. "
"You know Master?"
The Storyteller nodded. "Of course."
"… So, you're also from that era?" Purple narrowed her eyes slightly. "It seems that you weren't called Storyteller at that time."
"Of course."
Purple revealed a strange smile. Suddenly, she opened a gap and reached in with a hand.
Before everyone could understand what Purple was going to do, she pulled her hand out —
At the same time, Sikong Mo, who was shouting loudly, was also there.
"Hey, hey, hey! Yakumo Purple, what are you doing?! "
Sikong Mo, who was pulled out, angrily broke free from Purple's hand that was grabbing him.
"I still have a lot of work to do! If you have anything to say to me, please use a normal method next time, okay? If you do this, even if I become a ghost, it'll be very troublesome! "
"Ah, I thought you were going to say 'you won't let me off even if you become a ghost'!"
"I'm already a ghost!"
Sikong Mo snorted unhappily and then tidied up his sleeves.
"Why did you call me over?"
"… There, look over there."
Purple smiled and pointed at the opposite side with her folding fan.
Sikong Mo turned around and his eyes widened when he saw the storyteller.
Seeing Sikong Mo, the Storyteller was obviously a little surprised. Then, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I didn't expect to meet an old friend."
"… Old friend?"
Sikong Mo suddenly laughed.
"If possible, I really don't want to see you again … Speaking of which, what should I call you now?"
"Call me … Storyteller."
"Storyteller!"
Sikong Mo burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Yu Jizi, who once awed the Great Wilderness, has now become a storyteller under the bridge? What book are you talking about? Golden Lotus or Marxism-Leninism? "
"Poof —!!!!"
Marisa spat out the tea in her mouth onto Ling Meng's face, and the two of them immediately moved to the side.
As for the others, especially those who had heard of Yu Jizi's deeds, they all looked at the young man before them as if they had seen a ghost.
Storyteller? Yu Jizi?
Yujizi?!
"Ah, so you are Yu Jizi!"
Zi's smile was like a flower.
"I've heard so much about you!"
Everyone looked at the Storyteller with a strange gaze.
He could not believe that this handsome man who looked harmless and harmless apart from the red mark on his forehead was actually the Yu Jizi from back then.
"It's just a name that should have been drowned in the river of history long ago. There's no need to mention it again." The Storyteller shook his head. "Now, I'm really a storyteller. Of course, I'm not talking about Golden Lotus or Marxism-Leninism."
"Drowned in the river of history? That's not necessarily true. " Sikong Mo sneered, "At least for a person like me, ahem, for a ghost like me, I will never forget your name."
"… So you're already a ghost."
"Pfft! After so many years, your mouth is still so smelly! "
"Same to you. It's not like the mouth you used to persuade the Ghost King of the Underworld to fight against the gods."
…
Looking at Sikong Mo and Yu Jizi … Well, with the Storyteller, the crowd did not react as intensely as Sikong Mo.
After all, for people, demons, and gods who only appeared after the collapse of the vast wilderness, the grudges of that era could not cause any ripples in their hearts.
At that moment, Zi clapped her hands and interrupted the conversation between Sikong Mo and the Storyteller. She said, "Okay, okay. If you want to reminisce, leave it for later. Sikong Mo, I called you here just to know who this guy is. Now that we know, let's talk about what the final trial of the humans is."
"… That's true."
The Storyteller immediately laughed.
"You know about the Box Court World, right?"
Zi nodded. "Of course. Since Mo 'er is there, we naturally know about it."
"That's good. Since ancient times, there has been a great mystery in the Box Court. That is, which is correct? 'Gods were born due to the faith of humans' or 'humans evolved due to the grace of the gods'. Or to put it simply, which came first, the chicken or the egg?"
"Regarding this point, the human world has come to a conclusion. Most of the worlds accept the argument that the gods created the world. This argument will be different according to the most influential religion in different worlds. However, other than the theory of creation, the other factors that build the world have not been proven."
"At the same time, it is humans themselves who guarantee the theory of creation. If 'the support of humans' is the guarantee of 'creation', then it means that the construction of the world's laws is influenced by the subjective consciousness of humans — "
At this point, the Storyteller spread out his hands.
"— Obviously, this is not correct. This is very contradictory."
Ling Meng and Marisa looked at each other. "What is he saying?"
"I don't know, but it seems very powerful."
It was not only Ling Meng and Marisa who were confused. Many people were the same. The ship's ladies had even started to doze off.
However, Violet and Delicate Fragrance, as well as Holy White Lotus and Son of God, understood the Storyteller's words perfectly.
Violet gently tapped her hand with her folding fan. "It is indeed a contradiction. If the construction of the world's laws is influenced by the subjective consciousness of humans, then the authority that Mo 'er obtained after fusing with the Jianmu has no basis at all."
"… Oh? That little guy has already started on this path? "
The Storyteller seemed to be very happy.
"It's faster than I expected. I thought that he had not matured to this point yet."
"Of course! Don't you know whose little brother he is! "Violet proudly raised her head.
On the side, Delicate Fragrance unhappily spat. "Stinky show off!"
The Storyteller continued. "And this kind of discussion is actually meaningless. Let's not talk about anything else. Everyone who came from the Great Desolation era knows what humans were like at that time."
"The gods were high above and controlled everything, but they also coveted and feared the power of the evil shadows of humans."
"So, in fact, before the collapse of the Great Desolation, the theory of creation was the truth. But that was before the collapse of the Great Desolation."
"After the birth of the infinite new worlds, the relationship between the Asura Gods and humans underwent a subtle change. Humans and the Gods were no longer isolated from each other. Instead, they observed and relied on each other. Although that was not my original goal, I am glad that the situation today is possible. But the surviving Gods of the Great Desolation era did not think that way. "
"Humanity's final trial?"
"That's right, it was them. The information that was released said that those disasters were a final trial with the survival of humanity as the premise, the goal was to allow humanity to evolve. But in this world — — haha!"
The Storyteller coldly laughed.
"Their true goal was to return the world to the Great Desolation era, where the Gods ruled over the world. At that time, never mind humans, even you demons would be suppressed."
"And the Gods that were born after the collapse of the Great Desolation — —"
The Storyteller looked at Holy White Lotus and the others.
"— — in the eyes of the Old Gods, they were no different from demons.
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