The elite guards looked like crows, but they had patterns on their heads. Their beaks were white and their feet were red.
Mo Qiong couldn't figure it out with just this description. Could it be that the crow's beak and claws changed colors?
Even so, what about the patterns on their heads? What kind of patterns would they be?
Mo Qiong thought hard. At this moment, Adams suddenly opened the Bastet Metal and said, "Come up. The elves aren't looking here."
Under Adams's cover, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long crawled out of the soil.
The farm was very large, about a million square kilometers. Although the Feather God was in charge of watching the meat race, he couldn't scan everyone all the time.
The cheaper way was to create millions of elves and let them watch every few hundred meters.
As for the Feather God himself, he was symbolically high up in the sky.
According to Adams's observation and probing in the past month, he found that the Feather God only wanted everyone to see him as a deterrent.
In fact, he wasn't supervising the meat race most of the time.
Through his ability to listen to the sounds of all things, Adams found that the Feather God was dreaming most of the time and occasionally talking in his sleep.
The Feather God would probably only be able to pass the time by daydreaming in this long and boring prison life.
As for the elves' surveillance, Adams had found that there were many loopholes in their patrol route. After observing for a while, he concluded that there were blind spots.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long crawled out openly.
In order to sneak into the meat race, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long were naked.
"Don't worry. The elves can't detect the extra you. They only record newborns and don't consider the possibility of an extra adult suddenly appearing. Their main duty is to make sure that these people don't violate the rules set by the ancient gods, "said Adams.
Mo Qiong said, "Just because no one comes in for thousands of years, they don't consider many situations?"
Adams said, "That's the truth. The ancient gods actually … don't have any management system. They just set up whatever rules they think of and follow the old rules."
Mo Qiong pondered and said, "The ancient gods have no civilization … After countless years of wisdom, their social structure isn't even as social as ants."
"That's indeed very strange. Did they use all their wisdom to sense the origin algorithm?" Adams curled his lips.
Mo Qiong said, "They have different thinking patterns. They don't need it. They don't care! Only the weak need civilization. "
Adams led them to a group of people.
This group of people were naked. There were both men and women, and most of them looked to be around 14 or 15 years old. Their expressions were rather numb as they sat in the cool sand pit that had been dug out.
"Kikyo, this is our captain, Mo Qiong. He can bring you out," Adams said.
The leader of the group was a woman named Kikyo. She was already twenty years old. Although she was still young, there was an indescribable maturity about her.
Among this group of people, she was already considered the big sister.
Her waist-length hair was messily draped over her shoulders. She was extremely thin and weak, and her face was pale. Looking at her condition, she seemed to have just given birth a few days ago.
Kikyo's eyes lit up and he said, "Can you really defeat God?"
"Are you scared? If you're afraid, I can send some of you away first. "Mo Qiong laughed.
Kikyo shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if it's killing a god or being killed by a god. But he … "
The woman pointed at Adams and said, "… he promised to bring me to see the Kikyo flowers. No one has ever made such a promise … I want to see … so I want to live."
Mo Qiong looked at Adams. Adams laughed and said, "That's all she has. No, it's insignificant to us. But to her, the Kikyo flowers are Dao."
"Ah?" Mo Qiong was stunned.
Adams quickly explained. This branch of the human race still had a language inheritance. They could not write, but they still had a language.
Even back then, Di Nü Sang and Chi Song had passed down many stories. Because of the Ancient Gods' prohibition, they were mainly not stories of humans.
What Di Nü Sang passed down were stories of nature.
Birds weaved their nests with leaves to protect them from the cold wind. Trees grew their roots to resist the flood. Schools of fish swam against the current to lay their eggs.
Droplets of water pierced through boulders. Sprouts broke through rock layers.
The sky covered everything, and the earth carried all living things. The four seasons alternated, and winter and summer alternated. The moon waxed and waned, and the sun waned.
Earth's mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, and animals were all told by Di Nü Sang to those children who were destined to die.
Di Nü Sang did not teach them any principles, but she had taught them everything.
So after so many years, they still knew about flowers, birds, the rise and fall of the sun, and the ebb and flow of the tide.
But they were not allowed to draw. Those things only existed in their imagination, in the pictures they imagined.
Over time, everyone had a different understanding of the same thing. Anyway, no one had seen it before. It was a simple thing called a flower, but it made them think of death, and they desperately tried to imagine what it looked like.
The more they did not know, the more uncertain they were, the more beautiful they would be, and the more they yearned to see what it looked like through the veil.
That kind of beauty was suffocating, enchanting.
In order to pursue this kind of beauty, the human race could give up everything. It was as if they had seen the lotus with their own eyes, and it was as if they had seen the Dao.
Di Nü Sang only told the children countless things that they would never see in their lives.
It was enough to make what Mo Qiong saw today still be human.
After 800 million years, rational intelligence had indeed deteriorated, but high intelligence was high intelligence. With language, it would never degenerate into an ordinary animal.
Their lives were very boring and hopeless. Fantasizing was the only thing they could do.
If they had never known that there was an ocean, a starry sky, flowers, trees, mountains, and rivers in this world, they would not have thought about it.
But it was because they knew that there was such a thing, but it was their sin that they could never see it. In fact, he was not even allowed to draw or record what he imagined.
This kind of torture, this kind of unattainable desire, made their imagination extremely shocking, and it was as if it had evolved.
And this was, in fact, comprehension.
In this mysterious World Creation Mountain, almost all humans were geniuses.
They did not know what the ocean really looked like, but they had an ocean in their hearts. They did not know how majestic the mountains were, but they had a mountain that belonged to them.
They knew the mountains but did not know the mountains, and they knew the water but did not know the water. They had already given up their lives, and only wanted to forget about death.
Mo Qiong did not know what realm he would reach after helping them to kowtow. Maybe it would be far beyond the Primordial Soul Realm.
Adams said, "In their eyes, the earth is childish and full of imagination. You can't imagine how the things that we are used to are in their hearts, and how they are attracted to them. It is a poison that torments their minds, and at the same time, it is the antidote in their desperate lives. "
"In just over 20 days, I have convinced hundreds of millions of people to resist. This number is still increasing, and the dreams that have been sealed are spreading rapidly among them, like waves. "
"The first person I saw here was Platycodon. She only had two dreams, to see the flower that her name represents, and to die a clean death."
Mo Qiong said, "You can pass on the appearance of Platycodon to her."
Adams shook his head and said, "I want her to see, smell, and touch the Platycodon flower with her own eyes. If it is just a spiritual transmission, it is actually no different from her imagining another possibility."
"Mo Qiong, we must win this battle."
"The Ancient God must die, and bring the others home."
Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Three billion people are too many … I can't send them all away in front of the Ancient God. It seems that I can only kill the Ancient God in front of them."
…
Demonic Cang Yue said.
"Sorry, I have already finished writing the last chapter, but I am not satisfied. It is not the feeling I want to write. After I wake up, I will directly post three chapters. I will go to sleep first."
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