The god puppet was also watching Ximen Hao leave when he fell, and the distance between the two became farther and farther.
Suddenly, the connection with the master in his heart was suddenly cut off, and he could not feel any breath of Ximen Hao, but he clearly knew who he was and what he needed to do.
At the moment when the connection was severed, he also fell to the ground, among a primitive tribe.
When those highly intelligent humans who had just evolved saw someone falling from the sky, they first started a commotion, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, speaking their own language.
"Master, let's meet in the sanctuary."
The god's face finally changed, and a trace of sadness flashed across his face.
Then he turned around and looked at the worshiping primitive people, shook his fly whisk, and said pretentiously:
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, children, Pindao is your god. Now God comes to teach you language and writing, and some other things..."
Since then, the god puppet has become the highest god in the Haotian world, practicing while walking on this planet.
When he meets humans, he teaches them language, writing, and some basic cultivation techniques.
When encountering animals that have become enlightened, they will also be given some guidance so that they can learn to absorb the essence of the sun and moon and practice cultivation.
The Haotian Realm has finally entered the normal state, but what about Ximen Hao? He is looking at his own plane in a space without the slightest flow of time.
…
"Mad! What on earth is this place?"
Ximen Hao was sitting in a white sealed space at this time.
He had just left Haotian Realm when a white light flashed before his eyes and he appeared in this space.
The space is about a few hundred square meters, and the surrounding walls are all white.
There is no one else but yourself, and there is no voice except your own voice.
He didn't know how long he had been here, because time here stood still.
What's even worse is that he can't use any treasures or magical powers, and even his cultivation seems to have disappeared, and he can't break through the wall at all.
However, a picture flashed in his mind, which was the picture of the development of his Haotian Realm, and he could clearly see the gods educating the people there.
Not only that, he could also feel that the Heavenly Way of the Haotian Army was improving and strengthening little by little, and he could also feel that his own understanding was strengthening.
However, no matter how hard he strengthens, he can't do anything now.
Moreover, based on the alternation of day and night and the changes of the four seasons, he clearly calculated that he had watched fifty years pass since he left his Haotian Realm.
"Hey! Is there anyone here? My uncle! What on earth is this place?"
Ximen Hao felt very lonely. There was no speed of time here. It seemed that only a while had passed, and it seemed that a long time had passed.
The system is still being upgraded, and he doesn't even have anyone to talk to now.
"Hello, Creation God, this is the static space, the time dividing line between the Creation Space and the Holy Realm."
"Who? Come out!"
Ximen Hao was startled by the sudden sound of a woman's voice. The white space began to flood everywhere, but this space was so pure and flawless that there was not even a black spot, let alone a person!
"Hello, God of Creation, I am the guide. I specialize in guiding newly promoted Gods of Creation to the Holy Realm. I am currently perfecting the time of the newly generated planes. Because there are too many newly generated planes, it will take a while.
."
That voice echoed in the space again.
"Perfect plane time? How to perfect it? Fast or slow?"
Ximen Hao asked curiously, he wanted to know what would happen to his own plane and time.
"Sorry, the flow rate of time is calculated based on the heavenly path in the plane. As for the speed... I'm sorry, the guide has no right to answer. Moreover, the countless planes in the sanctuary and the creation space are not in the same space, and time has no connection at all.
There is no need to get entangled. This Creator God, please wait quietly and don’t make any noise..."
"Hey! Hey! How long have I been here? Can you tell me?"
Ximen Hao didn't care about the instructor's prompts at all.
"..."
No one answered, so the guide may have left, or he was too lazy to talk to me.
"Mad! What are you talking about? Fuck!"
Ximen Hao felt that he was about to collapse, mainly because he was too quiet and too lonely.
He rarely feels this way, after all, Xixi is still there when no one is around, but Xixi is escalating.
He doesn't know how long it has passed, because he has no concept of time here. He just knows that another fifty years have passed in Haotian Realm, and the god puppet seems to be able to fly for a short time, and is running happily in Haotian Realm.
flight.
When Ximen Hao saw this scene, his heart suddenly became silent.
Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and activated the power of the relics refined in his body, making his agitated heart calmer and calmer.
He seemed to understand something. Maybe this space was not only for people to wait here, but also to calm the minds of creation gods like them.
The images of Haotian Realm flashed through my mind like a movie. The gods were cultivating hard, and all the creatures above were also cultivators.
And with the reproduction, there are more and more creatures in Haotian Realm, more and more...
Ximen Hao felt like he was like a satellite, constantly circling the entire planet, monitoring every move on it, and feeling the power that continuously penetrated into his body from the way of heaven.
Gradually, he entered a state of emptiness, feeling as if he had melted and turned into heaven, and he could not feel that he was still a human being at all.
This feeling is very subtle. I have never felt this way before when I broke through to the God of Creation.
It was wonderful and magical, and it greatly sublimated his soul.
Just when he was enjoying that feeling, he suddenly felt that the time around him began to flow. It was not the time flow in Haotian Realm that he saw, but the time around his body.
At the same time, Ximen Hao also felt that his cultivation, magical powers, etc. were all back.
"All creation gods! Wake up!"
Following a familiar female voice, Ximen Hao suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had left the white sealed space and appeared in a black space.
From flawless white to pitch black, this contrast brought his wandering mind back instantly. It seemed that this white and black was not a special hobby of some people, but a specially designed one.
The contrast between white and black can give people the illusion of going from one world to another, thus breaking away from a certain state.
This space is larger than the white space, and it is brightly lit, so you can clearly see everything inside.
Ximen Hao found that besides himself, there were about a hundred people like him sitting cross-legged on the ground. They all looked confused and had no idea what was going on.
Judging from their cultivation, they were all creation gods. Like him, they were all looking around curiously.