Lin Hai moved his steps, and he stepped over this memory and continued to move forward to his childhood.
Four years old, three years old, two years old, from toddlers to babbling, those memories that have subjective memories, those that don’t, those that were ignored before, those memories that flowed in blind spots all emerged one by one.
Then, he returned to his mother's womb.
In front of him, two memory paths appeared, one from his father and one from his mother.
He did not hesitate and walked towards the bloodline memory that belonged to his father.
Behind the bloodline memory path belonging to his father, there is a long memory. In other words, after he was born, the memory belonging to his father was still constantly updated in his genes.
Lin Hai was a little silent, looking at the long memory line. There was one line, three or five lines, all representing a branch, and all representing a person who once existed.
Those who once existed are still alive in the genes of their descendants.
One step, two steps, Lin Hai walked silently among the genes his father brought to him, looking at the memories that automatically revived.
From his youth, back to his boyhood, back to his childhood again...
In front of him, there were two branches of genetic lines, which were the genetic memories of his grandparents.
Without stopping, he was like a passer-by, but also experienced it personally, going through decades of ups and downs in reverse.
Up again, up again, from modern times, to modern times, to wars, to...
One generation, two generations, five or ten generations, those once vivid lives reappeared, those passions, those despairs, those things of those years, all flowed in Lin Hai's heart one by one.
He has only one purpose, and that is to return to the original .asxs along this huge bloodline network.
People, Qing, Ming...
In his memory, the times are going back and forward step by step. In some memories, his down-and-out ancestors can't even remember the year.
In some memories, my ancestors were also wealthy, building manors and raising servants.
In some memories...
Under the accumulation of these memories, the aura of Lin Hai became more and more calm, like a lake without a trace of ripples.
During the Qin Dynasty, a hundred schools of thought contended.
Warring States, Spring and Autumn Period.
The Shang Dynasty had a great dream.
Xia Dynasty, the beginning of civilization...
He saw that his ancestors, as the bodyguard of the Human Emperor Xuanyuan, followed the Emperor's sword to wipe out the weird things.
He saw the battle that was given a mythical color, as the warlord Chi You and Emperor Xuanyuan competed in the Central Plains.
I also saw great witches offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, and fearless warriors charging bravely.
Before that, before that, before there was history, before there was no history...
After not knowing how many forks he had passed, Lin Hai stopped and looked at the next branch.
Moving forward, it is the real barbaric era, with low intelligence and low energy.
Before that, there were primitive people walking upright, holding spears and shouting. What era is this?
Again and again, again and again...
As if they were going backwards, our ancestors degenerated step by step, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years...
The sun in the sky is retreating, the brilliance of the world is flowing backwards, the rain falling in the sky is retreating, the passing clouds are returning, and the exhaled breath is being sucked back...
Time is still reversing, and the wild world is extremely long. Even after millions of reincarnations, the world is still the same.
Lin Hai is still moving forward, following the bloodline, exploring step by step towards the original place of life.
Hunt, reproduce, hunt.
Breed, hunt, multiply.
Reproduce, reproduce, reproduce...
In these memories, those ancestors who could not speak were roaring and shouting, sending a message to their descendants.
Survive and reproduce...
The world has been destroyed several times, and the entire ecosystem has been updated countless times. The ancestors who survived each time have tenaciously passed on the seeds of life.
An asteroid hits the Earth, an ice age, a virus spreads across the world, or a biological holocaust beyond the ordinary.
Natural and man-made disasters continue one after another.
Lin Hai is still moving forward, already fast. The information in the genetic memory is getting scarcer and scarcer, and each piece of genetic memory is getting shorter and shorter.
The ancestors at this time had no human form at all, they were covered in fur and armor, and their faces were ferocious, just like the creatures on the earth.
Tens of millions of years, billions of years...
The veins of genes are becoming smaller and smaller, and the information they carry is becoming more and more subtle.
One billion years, two billion years, three billion years, four billion years...
Lin Hai stopped. In front of him, there were no traces of genes anymore.
At this location, there is only an ordinary origin.
It has no color, does not move, and is as silent as dust.
We have arrived at the beginning of evolution.
Lin Hai stared at it, filled with a feeling of respect or something else.
Connected to it are pairs of spirals formed by twisting two ordinary lines.
Just like a myth, Fuxi and Nuwa are entangled with snake bodies and are in a genetic spiral state.
Reality and myth have never been so close.
It is it that has given rise to thousands of creatures and countless wonderful lives.
This rich and colorful earth ecology has been derived, and everything and everything has been derived.
As long as he stands up and occupies the origin of life and the beginning of genes, he can instantly become a god and control all life on earth.
Once he masters it, he can modify reality with just a few fingers and become a true god superior to human beings.
Lin Hai looked around, and saw the derived genes and derived lines, starting from this ordinary origin, extending towards him, towards others, and in all directions.
It's like a strange tree that starts from the origin and grows in all directions, branching into two branches, branching into four branches, and branching into eight branches...
"I."
"Lin Hai."
"Say hello."
Lin Hai stretched out his finger and gently tapped towards the common origin in front of him.
It, it is it, it is him, it is she, it is it, it is him...
It lives, it dies, he lives, he dies, she lives, she dies, it lives, it dies, he lives.
The entire earth, the entire ecosystem, whether in the past or in the future, all existence comes from it, and all existence is Him.
Whether alive or dead, they are all part of Him. Life and death are not important. To Him, the passing of a life is like a withered leaf.
"……evolution……"
"……evolution……"
"evolution."
"evolution!"
"evolution!!"
"evolution!!!"
At first, it was a vague murmur.
Then, there was a resonance of the world.
Those creatures that once existed seem to have returned again, roaring up to the sky, and expressing their/their/their/his will with words together.
In Lin Hai's eyes, the entire dim world became brighter, and the dull and unremarkable starting point began to shine.
He followed the genetic spiral, and that gleam of light ignited along all the dimmed genes, and he felt those dead creatures.