Arriving inside the aircraft carrier, Nuwa stood in front of Jia Zhengjin and Old Moss with a smile.
In the blink of an eye, he came directly from home to this vast and unfamiliar steel fortress, and Old Moss fell into a daze.
After dozens of seconds, he finally reacted and walked tremblingly to the transparent glass window on the edge, looking down at the city below: "What, what is this?"
"My space aircraft carrier," Jia Zhengjin replied, "is the Nuwa standing in front of you. I came from another world and passed through hundreds of years. If you still don't believe it, I can let Nuwa leave this planet and go to the universe.
It will make your eyes addicted."
"No need!" Old Man Moss tremblingly touched the cold metal wall, "This steel fortress is not a product of our world! Are you really from another world?"
"It's absolutely true! Since you believe me, can you tell me the news about the gods? Old Man Moss!"
"There is no existence related to gods in our continent," Old Moss turned around and looked at Jia Zhengjin seriously. "Even though I have lived in the mountain city for so many years, I have never heard of the topic of gods."
"But you obviously know what the word god means!" Jia Zhengjin stared into his eyes.
"That's right!" Old Moss replied tremblingly, "The gods created the world and then abandoned the world. In the absence of gods, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and few people remember the gods!"
"What do you mean?" Jia Zhengjin asked confused.
"When I was very young," said the old man Moss with a nostalgic look, "in order to explore the world, I went to the continent where the mountain tribe lived. By chance, I met a mysterious Moss man in the mountain tribe city.
He gave me a very ancient book that contained stories about gods."
"Where is that book?" Jia Zhengjin asked hurriedly.
Old Man Moss shook his head: "On the continent where the Shan tribe lives, there are many disasters. One flood broke out and destroyed my house. All my property, including the book, was taken away by the flood and has never been found again. However,
I still remember the contents of the book very clearly.”
"In other words, gods do exist in this world, right?" Jia Zhengjin asked hurriedly.
"A long time ago," Old Moss turned his back to Jia Zhengjin, "there were no living things in the world, and everything was lifeless. One day, a seed fell from the sky and took root in the soil. A magical tree.
It continues to grow and surround the entire world. There is a colorful fruit on the tree. When it matures, it gives birth to the first living body, which is the god of this world!"
Jia Zhengjin listened carefully and did not interrupt.
"When the spirit came out, he found that the world was lifeless and boring. So he cut down the big tree that gave birth to him in his own image and carved out the earliest mountain people. Then he felt that it was boring to have only mountain people, so he used the wood of that big tree to carve out the world.
All things. Moss tribe, cockroach tribe, water tribe, swamp tribe, deep water tribe... In short, everything that exists in this world is carved by gods and given life force by divine power." Old Moss was very involved.
, "The world is becoming lively, no longer lifeless, but full of life everywhere. All ethnic groups live in harmony and live happily under the protection of gods. However..."
"However?" Jia Zhengjin looked at Old Moss in confusion.
"However, the gods got tired of playing games after hundreds of years. He suddenly felt that the world was meaningless." Old Moss said, "One day, he said, 'The Shan tribe is the strongest ethnic group in the world and wants to rule the world.' Then
He also said, 'The war has begun! The ethnic groups are each other's food.'
Then the darkest era of this world came, and all the ethnic groups that originally lived in harmony went crazy. They started fighting under the power of the gods and regarded each other as food.
The gods looked at the chaos they created and enjoyed it.
As time went by, the gods became bored again, because the battles between various ethnic groups continued with no results.
Therefore, the gods began to create storms, lightning, floods, droughts...
Everything is just for him to relieve his boredom."
The story was a bit depressing, and Jia Zhengjin frowned slightly.
"All the ethnic groups in the world have had enough of the gods taking pleasure in themselves, so they unite to resist." Old Moss continued, "However, the power of the gods is unimaginable, so they are brutally suppressed. All living creatures have to endure the evil of the gods.
Fun, he lived in pain. Until one day, a mountain tribe named Wisdom appeared. Wisdom personally found the gods, used his eloquence to persuade the gods, and gave up the idea of the gods taking pleasure in the creatures of the world. He was very smart, and the gods were attracted by him.
It was easy to persuade, and in exchange for hundreds of years of peace. Until that day, the god could not help but appear again. He hated the boring life and once again stirred up chaos in the world."
Why doesn't it sound like a god, but like a demon?
Jia Zhengjin thought secretly in his heart.
"All ethnic groups were in pain, so they found wisdom again and hoped that he could find a way." Old Man Moss said seriously, "Wisdom set out again to find the home of the gods. He used a trick to defraud the gods of their treasures and used the treasures to imprison the gods.
, and threw it into the sun. From then on, the gods never came out and could only watch the world in the sun. However, the rules set by the gods could not be restored to their original state. So the war between the ethnic groups began.
It has happened, and it is getting worse. At the same time, each other regards the other as food. Various disasters also appear at any time and attack any area of the world. But at least the creatures in this world are still trying to fight against it, hoping that one day they can return to the original peace. This is
The story of the gods! I remember at the end of the story, all the ethnic groups agreed not to mention the topic of the gods, and even gave the gods a new name: Disaster!"
"The treasure that deceived the gods and then imprisoned the gods in turn, even locked him in the sun?" Jia Zhengjin felt a little baffled, "Is this kind of story true? Also, since we have agreed not to mention the topic of gods, so what?
Will it be recorded and seen by you again?"
"In the final analysis, the creatures in the world are created by the gods." Old Man Moss looked back at Jia Zhengjin, "Therefore, there are naturally fanatical believers who devote their body and mind to the gods. Although the major ethnic groups work hard to hunt down the fanatical believers, they are unavoidable.
A fish slipped through the net and appeared.”
"In other words, the gods of this world are imprisoned in the sun?" Jia Zhengjin asked.
"No!" Old Man Moss smiled and shook his head.
"Are you kidding me?" Jia Zhengjin was immediately unhappy.
"This involves another story about gods...or disasters!" Old Man Moss looked at Jia Zhengjin with a smile.
