The Mushroom God said that they were his descendants.
Hercules said that was his tribe.
The fish-man god said that it was her most precious treasure and it was worth risking her life to protect.
The God of Thunder said that is the future.
The God of Thunder asked again, "So, what are believers of other gods to their gods?"
Ji Shen ponders, is it food? Toy? Tool of faith? Or, is it an ant?
They admit that many gods are blessing their believers and tribes.
But more often than not, they are ignorant beasts.
"What do you think the followers of the evil god are to us?"
What are followers of the evil god to them, enemies? Enemies of the tribe?
Seeing that the gods were still meditating, he asked again.
"For example, what will the world look like if it continues like this for a hundred or a thousand years?"
The gods pondered, in another hundred and thousand years, if things remain the same as before.
Eat, sleep, eat, as long as you don’t perish, isn’t that what it’s like?
"If you don't make progress, you are regressing." The God of Thunder made a voice and pointed at the illusory sky.
"What do you think is beyond the universe?"
"What is that shining star in the distance?"
"Where did the world come from, where did everything come from, where did the gods come from."
"Do you believe in the legendary creation god who recreated the world and created everything, or do you want to see it for yourself?"
Impact, a series of impacts.
The gods cast their gazes towards the illusory sky, their gazes were profound, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
Suddenly, a new door was slowly opening towards them.
"We need to make progress." The God of Thunder said softly.
"God is great because of progress."
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A not-so-splendid oral argument left all the gods in a daze.
So much attention was paid to the Phantom Space Plan that was proposed later.
The God of Thunder asked them to take the document back and think about it carefully, and then meet again in half a month to make a decision.
The gods were in a trance, as if the door to a new world had been opened.
So in the following days, golden lightning crossed the sky, trying to flap its wings against the shining sky.
She wanted to see what was outside the sky?
But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she flapped her wings, she couldn't rise any higher.
No matter how fast she flies, no matter how powerful she accumulates, no matter how much she looks at the completely different starry sky getting closer and closer.
She could only watch helplessly as the door to the new world could not be opened.
She can chase shooting stars, chase the sun and moon, and enjoy the warmth of the morning sun all day long.
It's a pity that she can't open the door.
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In the dense forest, a strange situation often occurs.
Two identical black crows glared at each other, and two identical rats and rabbits doubted life.
Two identical plants move in the wind.
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Deep in the dense forest, the swamp is overflowing underfoot, and huge spiders are walking in it.
Networks several meters long were everywhere, with some fresh bones that had not yet landed on them.
There are dense trees, all tens of meters tall, completely blocking the sunlight, leaving behind a rotting swamp below.
A thorn vine takes root here quietly, as if it is sleeping.
Click——
Click click click——
There were crisp wooden cracking sounds, as if something was collapsing.
The group of light brown thorns that spread tens of meters away was also shaking constantly.
The thorns twitched into a ball, as if they had formed a cocoon.
The oval wooden object covered with thorns resembles an egg.
He is the god of anesthesia, and his gender is neutral.
In the past few days, he has been studying the transformation scroll.
Being able to transform one creature into another creature is a magical operation.
Fortunately, he is a god. After several days of research, he spiritualized himself and found detailed data on his mimicry in the divine realm.
If it were built based on the internal organs, bones, skin and flesh, it would only look like a vegetative state.
Later, he had an idea and learned how oviparous animals reproduce. He turned himself into an egg and used divine power to breed his elf body.
He is on the road to success, because in this huge egg, his elf body has been successfully conceived.
After about seven days of gestation and growth, his new body will be born fresh.
It had to be said that after careful consideration, he found that the elf body was indeed much more convenient than the vine plant god.
Whether traveling, living, or anything else, it seems to be much more convenient.
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Coincidentally, the Mushroom God rarely cultivated mushrooms, but took root on the cliff and looked at the sky.
Where do I come from?
Where to go?
What do I do?
Thinking from the bottom of his soul made him feel as if he was a brand new self.
You know, in the past, I only knew how to grow mushrooms.
He took out his mushroom record.
Look at the rows of planting records above and the cheers when they are planted.
But now, he looked down at the valley filled with caves, feeling a little erratic.
His descendants, the mushroom men he created, are slowly carrying some wet plants into the cave in preparation for cultivating mushrooms.
He has never been so calm and sober.
These mushroom people are their descendants, should they spend their whole lives growing mushrooms with him here?
Do they also have the right to pursue their dreams?
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Hercules, when he returned to his territory, he had already released his original form. His nearly ten-meter-long body was very powerful.
The limbs are thick and strong, and the scales are thick, giving people a feeling of invincibility.
With two pairs of sharp horns growing on his head, he lay on the hillside and looked at the valley below.
Dozens of his tribesmen were wandering around, basking in the sun, playing in the water, and crossing the mud.
They are all between three and five meters tall, with slightly slender limbs, flat heads, and two rows of diagonal spines protruding from their backs.
This kind of body structure makes them the well-deserved overlords of this place. No predator can threaten them because they are predators.
It's a pity that apart from him, there is no such big lizard with enough wisdom.
Hercules' eyes were deep as he looked at these tribesmen who could not speak yet, and then thought of the goblins who could talk and build houses.
My ethnic group must be no worse than any other ethnic group.
His eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking of.
The fish-man god is lying in her shell house, the faint divine power of the lake is rippling, and the deepest darkness appears in the water below the shell.
The deep darkness seemed to swallow up all light, carrying an aura of despair and terror.
The fish-man god turned over unconsciously and fell asleep comfortably without raising his head or opening his eyes.
Not disturbed at all.
The new impact shocked the gods.
They began to think and use their brains, using their vast computing power to calculate one possibility after another and one future after another.