There were cracks on the Fengdu Seal. Wei Hao stared at the Fengdu Seal and sensed the changes in the entire underworld.
The world of the dead that Emperor Fengdu had supported with all his strength was finally no longer upheld by him.
A large amount of information was gathered into Fengdu Seal. There were too many messages that "Dating Clan" wanted to convey to Wei Hao, but Wei Hao was too fragile to receive the majestic information. He could only tell Yu a very small but particularly important part.
Wei Hao.
In the military camp, Wei Hao split into thousands in the sea of consciousness, surrounding Fengdu Seal, listening carefully. After a long time, thousands of Wei Hao understood the warning that Emperor Fengdu wanted to convey to Wei Hao.
Countless Wei Hao started to quarrel, but this time there was no big fight.
"The innate gods! And the slaves of the innate gods! They will divide the underworld and China!"
"There are countless worlds, why only focus on the underworld and China?!"
"That's right! There are nine states in the world, and China is just one of them!"
"Stupid! The human race originated here, and it is the starting point of all reality! Seizing China is equivalent to seizing all the explanations of the past. From now on, the reality will no longer be the real reality!"
"What are the innate gods? Why can't Emperor Fengdu describe them?"
"Some people have innate gods!"
"What's the point of carving up China——"
The roaring, quarreling, and heated discussion lasted for a long time, and countless Wei Hao could not convince the other party.
Until one Wei Hao suddenly stood up and shouted: "No matter what, I am still too weak! Only by becoming stronger can I be invincible——"
All the noise stopped abruptly, and a large number of Wei Hao began to disappear. Then, a new Wei Hao was born, but this time, with every birth of Wei Hao, Feng Duyin would open a door in front of him.
Various doors.
Gold, silver, copper and iron, ancient and luxurious, as if all the proper portal forms will appear.
"What door is this?"
Wei Hao asked.
"Whatever door you want, just push it open and walk in, that's what it will look like."
It was not Wei Hao who was speaking, but Fengdu Yin.
"You see, here, I am the 'Emperor'."
"And here is the 'Emperor's Coming'."
"This is the 'Emperor'."
"Here, here, and here..."
Feng Duyin opened one door after another, and Wei Hao was fascinated by the scene inside.
"What's the difference?"
"They all have a common origin."
Feng Duyin opened a very ordinary firewood door, and with a creak, what Wei Hao saw inside was an ordinary and generous elder, frowning and trying to reduce the suffering of his tribe.
People are very fragile and will get sick, so they have to find ways to treat their injuries and illnesses.
"This is 'Shen Nong', the source of my story."
"I know Shennong..."
"I also know that you know."
Feng Duyin's voice was emotionless, but not cold. "Every moment, there will be countless choices, and with countless choices, there will be countless changes. For every change, somewhere, a world like that will be born.
.”
"Is this the origin of the world of heavens?"
"That's right, the cave heaven and blessed land, the secret realm of Gangsha, or the small world of practitioners are all the same."
"Then why are we still fighting for the human world?"
"Good question."
Feng Duyin responded to Wei Hao, "Why? You can think about it yourself."
"Because this is the source?"
"good."
"But compared to the heaven...the gods on the road to heaven, the human world is so fragile."
"The source does not mean the strongest, it often means the weakest. The rivers and seas are so big, are their sources a torrent?"
"..."
Wei Hao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Next, whoever carves up China will be the enemy and the servant of the innate gods?"
"right."
"Is this the only criterion?"
"It's always been like this."
Feng Duyin's tone suddenly became lively, "Everything you are about to experience is what I have experienced in the past. No matter what form or appearance, as long as China is divided, it is an enemy and a servant of the innate gods."
"Where is the underworld?"
"What do you think of the underworld?"
"There is a place to go when you die."
"Very good, very correct idea."
Feng Duyin's tone was full of praise, which made Wei Hao a little surprised: "You created the underworld with your own hands, why do you seem not to care?"
"Who told you that I created the underworld?"
"You held up the heaven and earth of the underworld, and I felt your will there."
"But is that will to create the world of the dead?"
"..."
After recalling it again, it seems that this is not the case, and even if it is, it is not all.
Wei Hao was suddenly shocked: "In other words, the world of the dead was not created by you?"
"I never create the world, even though many worlds are born because of me."
Feng Duyin's tone became cheerful, "Don't forget, we are all human beings, how can we create the world?"
"That……"
Wei Hao, who was starting to get confused, couldn't figure out the reason for a while, but after a long time, he suddenly had a feeling and said blankly: "People want a world to live in after death, so this world came into being?"
"Yes."
Feng Duyin's tone became serious: "What we can do is to change the world. If we have a little bit of power, then maybe we can maintain it when necessary."
"What are you trying to figure out?"
"Good question."
Feng Duyin's tone was particularly exciting, "This question has been asked to me by people all over the world countless times in the past. They are all my relatives and friends, so when they ask this question, I am very happy."
"Then how did you reply to them?"
"I said, I am here for eternal life."
"But you are dead now."
"People die all the time."
The convoluted and confused words made Wei Hao a little confused, "What do you mean?"
"Before I answer your question, let me ask you a question first."
"Ask me? Just ask."
“Will ‘people’ perish?”
"Of course people can... huh?"
Facing this problem, Wei Hao was suddenly stunned.
If it is just one person's life, a mere hundred years, or even less than a hundred years, it is really short, from beginning to end, from birth to death.
A person will eventually die.
But if people as a group continue to exist, then they have not actually come to an end.
All the mass and energy are still there. Although Wei Hao doesn't know whether there is a concept of mass and energy in this extraordinary world, it is generally the same.
As long as humans as a species persist and exist, isn't that a kind of eternal life?
At this moment, Wei Hao suddenly understood why Feng Duyin would give an answer like an innate god. The answer was the same, but the meaning was completely different.
The immortality of individuals and the immortality of groups are the underlying conceptual distinctions.
But Wei Hao had complicated thoughts at this moment and continued to ask: "Are you willing to live forever if you can't live by yourself?"
"That's also a good question."
Feng Duyin's tone became more and more cheerful, but this kind of cheerfulness was more like a kind of free and easy.
"You are obviously unwilling, but you are still able to resist this unwillingness. This is me and us."
"us?"
Squeak.
Another door opened. This door was plain and simple, just an ordinary wooden door with a hinge. There was a latch on the back of the door and a lock ring on the front.
Pushing open and entering, there are people sitting inside. It is obviously a small place, but there are thousands, tens of thousands or even endless people.
"So, we are the heroes."
Feng Duyin's tone became more casual, "A hero can have desires, but a hero cannot be without right and wrong."
"How to overcome this unwillingness?"
Wei Hao asked, as a mortal, even if he kills gods and immortals, given his lifespan, he will eventually die.
If you are human, you will fear death. This is the instinct of intelligent life, and even life without intelligence will struggle for survival.
"When there is a willingness placed in front of you, then we will naturally overcome this unwillingness."
"what does it look like……"
Before he finished speaking, scenes were shown one by one. The people in the room and their pasts were worlds. In each world, they themselves were the heroes.
If you want to live forever and maintain the immortality of your individual self-thinking, you need to constantly draw on external strength.
Among the heavens and countless worlds, the simplest and crudest method is the innate gods that predate the birth of the human race.
The power they draw can be the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the original profound energy, or naturally the power for the survival of life.
Plundering the weak is an efficient way for the strong to become stronger.
After the acquired life is born, the innate gods can easily absorb power just like hunting.
Even if life evolves wisdom, it is just an animal raised in ignorance.
Until amidst the turmoil, the first strong man to stand up and resist appeared.
Just like a seed, when an idea arises in my heart that I can defeat it, this intelligent group begins to transform.
Among them, temptation and resisting temptation are naturally indispensable.
The way to resist is actually very simple.
Eternal life, do you want it?
of course yes.
So, what's the cost?
My own people, all the past memories.
Some people will choose to accept it, because whether they are tribesmen, relatives or friends, they are all chips in their hearts and objects that can be exchanged.
But there will also be people who refuse, and such people are heroes.
Being a hero is hard, but it's also easy. It's just a choice.
Wei Hao watched countless pictures, and there were just one specious story after another, a story about a hero, a story about a macho man.
People need heroes because they are afraid of disasters and because heroes are fearless.
At least, that's what it seems.
"I, we, will not die so easily."
Feng Duyin's tone was filled with relief, "Among the possibilities, you were originally one of them, but now, I can feel your choice."
"I have flaws."
"Everyone has shortcomings, and so do heroes. They are lonely, but not alone. Otherwise, how could the undead in the underworld choose to support you? You are just a mortal, but at least you are alone."
"I can't beat the gods, the gods, there are even stronger ones above the gods..."
"There is always a way."
Feng Duyin said in a kind tone, "At that time, the wind was very strong, the floods were also very strong, and there were many ferocious beasts. I thought of many ways, and finally learned from birds to make nests, so more people survived. Although there were many difficulties, there were more ways.
More, and the most important thing is to make your tribe believe in you."
An invisible big hand patted Wei Hao's shoulder, "There are good and bad people in the tribe, and some people can't resist the temptation, that's okay; there are people who are willing to go forward and succeed with you, that's also good. But no matter what, I am willing to stand between heaven and earth.
Yes, it’s your tribe, if you believe in them, they will naturally believe in you.”
"The power of human will?"
"Who knows? Anyway, we will not die easily, because the tribe thinks that we are invincible and undefeated. Our victory is actually brought by the tribe, isn't it?"
"The road to heaven was opened by human ancestors."
"I know that it doesn't matter if the tribe members want to think so."
The invisible big hand patted it again, "I, we, just understand it ourselves."
At this time, Wei Hao already understood why so many people in this small house became heroes and why they resisted temptation.
Compared with easily abandoning your loved ones and family members, there is nothing to hesitate about your own immortality.
You don’t need to have amazing power, nor do you need to have complicated experiences.
Even the most ordinary, ordinary and unremarkable person will often make a decision that does not require careful consideration.
The husband saves his wife, the father saves his son, the mother saves her daughter...
Or maybe a passerby who met him saved a poor man who fell into the water, just because the poor man was about the same age as a relative of his...
In such a moment, there is no need to think so much.
At the same moment, the hero was chosen.
It doesn't matter whether the hero admits it or not, because there will be many, many people who think he is a hero.
"You will work hard to change the world, right?"
"I have no idea."
"You really made my death unclear, haha."
"..."
"But, it doesn't matter. Although I am dead, I will not die."
The words were contradictory but not contradictory. Wei Hao understood the meaning, but he couldn't do it himself.
Unlike Emperor Fengdu, he only believed in himself.
Unlike Shennong, he only believed in himself.
Unlike Emperor Yan, he only believes in himself.
But, it doesn't matter.
Everything returned to calm, and Wei Hao slowly faded out of the sea of consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, he didn't know what happened to him.
He could subtly detect that the Demon-Dang Rebel Army had a more vigorous and fearless momentum, and the source of this momentum was actually himself.
"The commander-in-chief will slay gods and immortals, and he will be invincible in the three realms!"
People and monsters alike were cheering, not to praise Wei Hao, but because they truly believed that Wei Hao indeed had such great power.
The Earth Immortal of Sheyang Lake, the one with the power to change the course of mountains and rivers, is also facing a dead end in front of Wei Hao!
Wei is invincible!
This subtle momentum made Wei Hao surprised and happy. He understood why Feng Duyin said it didn't matter, even though he only believed in himself.
Because those who follow you also believe in yourself.