Cheng Lin quietly looked at the scenery of the distant mountains.
His eyes can see far away, and his mind seems to be boundless.
When he looked back.
Then he found that countless people had gathered around him.
With him as the center of the circle, tens of thousands of white-clothed followers surrounded him, forming a large circle.
There is a certain order in the circle, and the innermost layer is Qiao Ya and those white-clothed practitioners.
Further out are the leaders and sub-leaders of each team, divided down into layers.
Beyond that are the ordinary followers.
Naturally, it is impossible for three million people to gather together in a short period of time, but this time, there are at least 100,000 people.
One hundred thousand people is such a huge number, it can be described as a sea of people.
However, what is surprising is that with so many people gathered together, there was almost no noise.
No one spoke.
One hundred thousand people all closed their lips and looked at the figure in the center with admiring eyes.
Cheng Lin looked down at them.
It is difficult for people to develop their wisdom, but it is extremely easy to withdraw from their wisdom.
A few months ago, a large part of this group of people was still the social elite.
They have read books for many years and advocate reason. They are often used to look down on and ridicule the ancestors in history who were trapped by their beliefs, and may even comment on their ignorance.
But in just a few months, they have become one of the "unbearable" ones.
In the past hundred years, human science and technology have exploded, giving people the illusion of rapid evolution.
But in essence, human beings today have not changed in any fundamental way from thousands of years ago, whether physically or mentally.
Degeneration is always much easier than evolution.
Just like giving up versus persevering.
Cheng Lin suddenly felt that the appearance of these followers was not entirely the result of the "Affinity Invocation" skill.
This skill is just guidance, what truly surrenders is the human heart.
"After four months, we finally arrived in this cold land."
Cheng Lin looked at everyone and spoke quietly.
With the blessing of the program, he did not use any spiritual means, and his voice spread far and wide.
People couldn't help but breathe tight.
He straightened his back.
Most of them have actually never heard Cheng Lin's voice.
Yes, according to what is recorded in the book, for the past four months, Cheng Lin has been mostly silent, and even if he spoke, it was only simple responses to a limited number of people such as Qiao Ya.
People can see his figure and feel the warmth he brings, but they lack recognition of him.
Distance creates beauty.
This kind of beauty has a charm beyond words at this moment.
With the blessing of affinity summoning skills, Cheng Lin's voice easily broke through countless layers of psychological defenses and struck deep in the hearts of these people.
They feel like hearing the sounds of nature.
“In the past few months, we have traveled through countless cities and experienced countless hardships.
Every day people fall on the roadside, and new companions join every day.
Witnessed many separations of life and death,
Witnessed the brutal destruction caused by many natural and man-made disasters,
Most of you know,
The sea level is rising, the land is collapsing, and the vast fertile soil is constantly being swallowed up by the sea.
Many people have set up camps and occupy relatively safe areas.
resist disaster,
But this safety is only temporary,
The footsteps of the end are approaching, and those lands will eventually sink, collapse, be soaked in sea water, and turn into oceans.
Only this area with a high enough altitude is the final place for human beings to settle down and live."
Cheng Lin's voice was not loud.
He didn't scream, he didn't roar, and he didn't wave his limbs like a TV speaker, trying to grasp people's emotions with his speech.
He was simply describing.
Simply state something solid.
His voice was neither fast nor slow, but it spread and fell into everyone's mind.
People listened to the prophet's instructions with great concentration, and no one made any noise.
Cheng Lin withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and continued to speak slowly:
"So, I led you here,
He experienced dangers and obstacles along the way and avoided countless natural disasters.
I rejected the solicitation or coercion from countless camps, and resisted the threats of violence from many evil practitioners.
With hope, we embarked on a new and decidedly different path from the rest,
And in their extremely confused eyes, they headed westward unswervingly,
Until we enter this deserted land."
"For this reason, many people left, but more people stayed and followed me without reservation. If you trust me, I will give you blessings."
Cheng Lin felt that he was getting more and more into the state.
The passive skill Affinity Invocation also continues to increase in power with his words.
The eyes of the followers below all lit up.
They seemed to want to cheer.
However, they saw Cheng Lin stretch out his hands and press them down flatly, so they stopped their impulse to cheer.
Cheng Lin nodded and continued:
"However, even if you trust me, your hearts are probably still filled with doubts.
Even if your steps are firm and unwavering, rationality still appears from time to time.
And it makes you wonder for countless days and nights how big the world is, where can you live and work?
Or will the end really come?
Or can the direction I lead you really lead to new life?"
Having said this, the people below, led by Qiao Ya, were a little restless.
They seemed to demonstrate their loyalty and absolute trust in the Prophet.
And outside, among those millions of followers, there are indeed many who look ashamed.
He hid his face and did not dare to face Cheng Lin's figure.
Yes, they did question the way forward countless days and nights.
After all, it is well known that the roof of the world and the higher Himalayas are indeed barren lands.
They were ashamed, as if something had been revealed to them.
"It doesn't matter, I understand what you mean."
Cheng Lin smiled and spoke.
So the followers in white calmed down.
"It's good to be firm. If you've ever had any hesitation, don't be ashamed. It's just a normal thing."
Cheng Lin spoke again.
As a result, those followers who were deeply ashamed raised their heads again.
"Anyway, you arrived here,
Arriving at the last land of the world,
Arriving at a new continent that sea water can never corrode,
Yes, the old continent will die, and this is the only remaining land.
We should still call it the New World."
"But as you can see, this continent is barren, cold, and lonely. There is very little life, and even the plants are not lush.
Under our feet is frozen soil that cannot be cultivated,
Above us is the thin atmospheric sky,
We feel its coldness and silence. This new continent does not seem to have the vitality we expected.
We have limited supplies, less food,
We have no place to live, we can only face the sky and rest our heads on the earth,
We only have three million hands, but there seems to be no place to use them."
There was a sudden silence below.
Everyone looked up at the prophet tensely.
Don't they know what Cheng Lin said? If there is no solution, even if the continent will not be submerged, how can they survive?
And they have only one hope.
That was the figure in white in the center of the crowd.
People could not remember the voice of the Prophet, so his white clothes became a symbol.
Strange to say.
During the four months of migration, the prophet never rode in a car, but only walked, stepping through countless filth.
The white clothes were not stained by any mud, and were still as smooth and white as new.
At this moment, they stared at Cheng Lin nervously and anxiously.
Looking forward to, yet fearful to hear the decision about life from his mouth.
Is it life or death?
In the solemn silence, Cheng Lin suddenly smiled softly.
His laughter was very soft, but it was like a gentle breeze blowing through the crowd.
The solemnity was suddenly like a dark cloud, blown away by the wind.