The terrible disaster has subsided.

this day.

People in the whole city stopped working and started celebrating.

But at this moment, they don't understand the significance of this city, what it will bring, and what changes it will bring to all the birdmen. They are just celebrating God's protection and manifestation, and also celebrating their remaining lives after the disaster.

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The temple was fully open to the outside, and many people came to pray. Wave after wave of people climbed up along the uneven tree root slope, and came to the temple that was integrated with the giant tree.

The canopy of trees overhead blocked the sun and the rain that always fell.

Looking back, the trees and roots wrapped around the entire city. The city no longer looked like a city but more like a huge bird's nest.

Some young people climbed higher and climbed to the surrounding treetops. They clung to the branches with sharp claws and looked into the distance. At this moment, they felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they had stood this high countless years ago.

Soaring into the distance.

Unfortunately, I don't know when they will be able to find their lost wings.

"Let us thank God for his protection."

"thank God……"

"thank God……"

Thousands of people knelt on the slope and began to worship under the guidance of the monks.

The old woman and her family bowed step by step, and finally entered the temple together with her family. She raised her head and saw the statue of a god that was completely different from what she remembered. Although she said that gods have different appearances,

Still feeling a little lost.

The crowd was so big that the old woman got separated from her family.

However, she did not shout. Instead, she looked to the other side, and then quietly passed through the side door that prevented people from entering the temple casually. There was a smile on her face that belonged to an old child, just like the restless and noisy girl in her youth.

The self has returned to the body again.

Unknowingly, she reached the end of the corridor alone. She wanted to take a look at the stone statue carved according to her story.

However, what she didn't expect was that someone came here before her.

In front of the statue, she saw a figure looking at the statue, but there was no sense of respect or admiration in his movements and expressions, it was more like looking at it.

Examining it, how much does the statue of the god carved by a mortal look like me?

She got closer step by step.

Looking at the other person's hair, he has black hair and a well-proportioned body. He should be young, probably a teenager.

She had obviously never seen this person before, but she felt a strong sense of familiarity. He seemed to have a unique and transcendent temperament.

The old woman asked, looking at the other person's back with wide eyes.

"Who are you?"

The man turned around and the old woman discovered that he was still holding a suitcase in his hand.

The other person: "Does a little girl who likes to glare like this kind of city?"

This person who looked like a teenager called her a little girl.

But it is true that the life she has experienced seems short to the other person. After hearing those words, the old woman slowly approached the other person and looked at the person carefully again.

Then the old woman shook her head violently. She was a little excited and seemed to have sensed something, but she still instinctively denied it.

"No!"

"You can't be him. You're different from him, and you're not the right age."

"Oh my god, don't joke with me like that."

But the other party had no intention of joking at all. The man stood in front of the stone statue and glanced across the interior of the temple.

"I am the one who is getting old, and I am the one who is young."

"It's me who's in the temple, and it's me who's standing here."

"No matter which one is a shadow of me who once stayed in time, life will grow old and pass away, and I will also change in the years and reincarnations."

Although the old woman denied it, she heard the other person call her a little girl with wide eyes, and then looked at the familiar suitcase in the other person's hand.

She choked again and again, but was finally sure that the young man in front of her was the figure she had seen before.

"You really are a god!"

Instantly, she wanted to kneel down.

But the other party stretched out her hand, and an invisible force stopped her.

"Whether you kneel or not, it makes no difference to me."

"Many years ago, I was worshiped by tens of thousands of people, and was worshiped in palaces and cities. Now the so-called glory of the divine light does not benefit me at all, and the dignity listed on the altar will not let me down.

I feel half happy."

"Just like the people outside, whether they call me a god or something else, whether they worship me or hate me, it doesn't mean much to me."

"Everything I do is just following my heart and complying with my knowledge and actions."

Not long ago, the people in this city kowtowed and shouted as the miracles appeared, and cursed and roared as the disasters came. In the eyes of people, the so-called God is like a disposable rag, but in fact he sees all of this.

In eyes.

But when he talked about these funny and ridiculous scenes, he was not moved at all, with a calmness that had experienced thousands of years.

The man smiled, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"If you could call me as loudly as you once stood in the wilderness, ask me where I came from, and confidently say that this is your hometown."

"I would be even more delighted."

"It's as if I am still a traveler passing through the forest, and you are still the cheerful girl with wide eyes. Everything makes people feel nostalgic."

She couldn't believe it: "You came to see me?"

The man nodded and looked towards the fantasy tree city outside the corridor that had undergone great changes.

"This city has been built, and I am leaving. I just remembered what I once said to you, so I came to see how you are doing."

"If you can be happy because of the city I built, so will the thousands of families here and many people in the future. At least it means that the path and method I chose looks pretty good now."

She was moved.

She looked at the figure in front of her with turbid eyes. She looked three-quarters like a god, but also had a seven-quarter flesh and blood feeling. Perhaps it was because the other person was standing in front of her alive, so she had this real flesh and blood feeling.

.

But the temperament hasn't changed much, it's like the body and appearance are constantly changing, but no matter whether he is young or old, the person inside is always the same.

The old woman gradually became less restrained, and she spoke with a touch of gratitude.

"God!"

"Why did you bless us and why did you build this city?"

"Is it because you love us?"

She finally asked what she had always wanted to ask deep down in her heart, but the other party's answer was not what she had imagined.

"I'm just a person trying to open up different possibilities and a person who keeps moving forward."

"No matter it's called a black-haired person."

"Called King."

"It's called a god."

"They're all just code names that are convenient to be called by others, and they all do the same thing."

After experiencing so many things, Helfas seemed to have gradually seen and understood many things, and also gained his own knowledge and understanding of the world.

"Perhaps, humans are gods."

"Everyone is the seed of the gods, but most of them wither before they have time to grow up."

"The so-called gods are just people who mature and grow up, who live longer and become stronger."

"Those figures who explored the limits of civilization and life, created the future, and guided people forward in ancient times were gradually dubbed gods as they spread in stories."

Herfas's lips used to look very thin, not because they were thin, but because he liked to purse them and smile after speaking, but it made him look a bit stubborn and stubborn.

But unknowingly, this habitual movement of his seemed to gradually begin to disappear, at least it rarely appeared again.

She couldn't understand Helfas's words, let alone the changes he had made over the years. She just nodded in vague understanding.

Although she lived a life that was exceptionally long for many people, she still seemed like a child who was ignorant and asking questions in front of others.

"Is this what it means that God has appeared in this world countless times?"

But seeing that the god in her eyes was not so arrogant, she still felt a little happy and warm.

At this time, the figure in front of her nodded to her.
To be continued...