When the light of forced inspiration enveloped the world, the light on Cheng Lin gradually faded.
The vision in the sky also faded away.
However, this scene will always be engraved in the hearts of those people.
…
The team began to move forward.
Yes, even though the place was rich enough, they still moved on a little further.
The previous rainfall caused a dense and endless forest to appear in the southern part of the Qingcang Plateau, close to the mountains.
Forest means the production of wood.
Mountain peaks represent the supply of stone.
The River of Life solves people's most pressing food crisis, but it alone is not enough.
Three million people, and many more to come, will need housing.
You can't really face the stars and rest your head on the earth.
Therefore, Cheng Lin led them to the foot of the mountain and outside the forest.
"You should quarry stones, cut down trees, and build residences, but remember not to destroy the foundation of the forest, not to waste it, and not to disturb living creatures."
Cheng Lin said this.
He found that he was speaking more and more like a magician.
People remembered his words, and Qiao Ya led her followers in white and directed three million people to start taking down the tools and brought resources from those vehicles, and began to build houses and sow food.
The first immigrants to the New World were full of energy.
Having escaped the doomsday crisis, they were extremely grateful to the prophet and God, and at the same time extremely eager to rebuild their homes.
This apocalypse made them all realize the value of civilization.
The practitioners played an amazing role in this process.
For example, by simply mining stones, a practitioner is equivalent to a walking explosive.
The collapse of mountains and rubble is not a problem.
"In the past, practitioners would not do these things."
Seeing this scene, the director said.
However, there was no anger or dissatisfaction on his face when he said this, but a faint smile.
"I used to think that practitioners have integrated with society, but now it seems that this may be true integration, making the best use of talents, and superpowers are no longer used by various countries to engage in arms races and accumulate bullets.
Instead of weapons, they become productive forces, exerting their power to build more beautiful and practical things, just like this."
He praised with emotion.
Cheng Lin, holding a book, walked slowly from behind him and said gently: "To overthrow everything and start over again may not be an opportunity for civilization to advance."
The director turned around and was surprised: "You mean..."
Cheng Lin shook his head. He did have some thoughts in his mind, but there was no need to say them out. If he didn't say them well, wouldn't it destroy the prophet's character?
So, he just shook his head and said nothing.
The director's eyes suddenly looked full of reverence.
"I have sent the coordinates to the world. In the days to come, people may continue to come to this land, and they will need your support. I still need your help in farming and housing. I am a little tired, so I will take a rest for now."
Cheng Lin said again.
The director immediately subconsciously closed his legs and straightened his waist: "That's natural."
This ninth-level expert has completely surrendered.
Of course, it was not Cheng Lin who he surrendered to, but the great power of creation that he represented.
…
Cheng Lin left the crowd and trekked towards the nearest mountain peak.
Strangely enough, after the rain fell, although the huge plateau turned green, these mountains did not change much.
Especially the mountains farther in, the snow-capped mountains in the Himalayas, still maintain their appearance as they were in the past, cold, white, and exuding a dusty atmosphere.
The climate here creates an interesting coexistence.
"Probably to ensure the supply of fresh water?"
Cheng Lin thought to himself.
"call."
Cheng Lin climbed up this hill. There was no snow on the peak, but it was covered with a layer of light green turf. It was very cute.
He sat on the top of the hill and placed the black-covered book in front of him.
A slightly cold wind blew.
"Crash..."
The pages of the book turn automatically.
Soon, the surroundings became blurry.
Cheng Lin saw new writing on the page.
[In the next three months, under your inspiration, the Twelve Apostles led their camp to the Qingcang Plateau, the New World. This is destined to be an extremely tragic journey]
[The power of the doomsday is becoming more and more apparent. The land collapses without warning, food is scarce, diseases plague, and seawater rises and submerges the land... The number of deaths rises sharply every day, but there are still some people with the strongest determination or the luckiest who are following suit.
Follow in the footsteps of the Twelve Apostles and move toward the land of hope】
[Compared to the people of the Xia Kingdom, people in other continents have it countless times more difficult. The ocean has cut off land communication. People can only come here by ship. However, there are few ships after all, so there are only a handful of them.
People can come to the New World by boat]
[Some animals are also heading to the New World under guidance. Animals continue to enter the New World. You tell Qiao Ya that no one is allowed to actively hunt these animals. They should have the right to thrive here.]
[One after another, the Twelve Apostles arrived at this last pure land with the remaining people. Only one-tenth of the people were left. Qiao Ya and the Director of the Second Division accepted them on your behalf, and together they built houses and reclaimed land.
field】
[The apostles have come to visit you, but you have never walked down this mountain. You have not had much communication, and they have not disturbed your peace. They just worshiped from a distance]
[The river of life filled their bellies, and there were more and more people on this land. Large fields began to be cultivated, and the collected seeds were planted. After a rain, those seeds began to sprout and break the ground.
came out and grew up rapidly】
[More and more houses have been built, with this place as the center, spreading outwards. Qiaoya has absorbed some new believers in white and spreads her faith. She still comes to report every day, but most of you don't care much about her.
New rules and orders were established, and religious-like structures were implemented. Slowly, this land took on a new atmosphere of joy]
[As time continues to pass, you told Joya that in order to celebrate the survival of mankind from the catastrophe and the beginning of the rebirth of civilization, the New World will hold a grand banquet on November 1st. This day will also be designated as the new birthday and the New World.
A festival shared by fifty million humans. Yes, as of November 1st, about fifty million humans have arrived in the New World. They are the last survivors]
…
[November 1st is here, today is the last day of the end. In Leonardo da Vinci's prediction, this is also the so-called "Last Supper". The banquet at the foot of the mountain is about to begin. You decide to go down the mountain to have a look.]
…
The turning pages of the book stopped.
Stopped on November 1st.
Namely: the night of the Last Supper.
The blurry scenery around him became clear.
The original day turned into a star-studded night.
Cheng Lin sat on the top of the mountain, raised his head, and saw countless stars.
"What a nice view……"
He couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.
Moonlight splashed down.
The starry sky on the snowy mountain top is extremely brilliant.
Exudes an atmosphere of tranquility.
He moved his gaze downwards and saw the dots of bonfires on the ground.
In the dark, the houses built together are neat and beautiful.
In the vast expanse of farmland that has been cultivated in the distance, crops are growing.
Following his instructions, people lit bonfires outdoors on the red ground.
The dots of firelight contrast with the beautiful starry sky.
People gathered around the bonfire, preparing food, and laughing. Because of the River of Life, a lot of food brought by vehicles was stored and taken out to celebrate tonight.
The earth is in harmony.
Cheng Lin stood up, carrying the book under his arm, and walked down the mountain.
Not long after, his feet stepped on the ground.
The followers in white clothes at the foot of the mountain immediately noticed him and saluted him one after another.
"Lord Prophet!"
Someone went to find Qiao Ya, not long after.
Qiao Ya, dressed in white and full of holy aura, appeared in front of Cheng Lin.
"Did you break through again?"
Cheng Lin said in surprise.
Qiao Ya nodded respectfully: "I was promoted to the seventh rank yesterday."
Cheng Lin nodded.
He felt that this was probably the arrangement of the deduction. The speed at which Qiao Ya's realm improved was truly astonishing.
But this was only a slight surprise to him.
"Sir, please come with me. The banquet will not begin until you announce it, and...your twelve apostles are also waiting for you."
In the past three months, twelve people have become familiar with Qiao Ya.
During the conversation, Qiao Ya also learned that they were the twelve people who received gifts from Cheng Lin twenty years ago.
After learning about this, Qiao Ya's awe for Cheng Lin increased to a new level, and she worshiped him beyond measure.