In the palm of his hand, curled up was a small figure.
That was a piece of consciousness she left behind.
In fact, sometimes Yi Chun doesn't quite understand.
Is a life that has been revived by a period of consciousness still the same individual as before?
When the boundaries between life and death can be easily crossed.
The experience, common sense and ethics accumulated during the mortal period have become a bit blurry.
It seems that God is not really omniscient and omnipotent...
At least, this is not the case for my "god".
Yi Chun thought so.
Then, he carefully preserved the consciousness in his hand.
Yi Chun placed it in the dream layer near the core of the dream world.
Because the innermost dream world is his place of practice and rest.
It has endured unimaginable disruptions all year round.
Moreover, his body stayed there for too long, causing the dream world on that level to be filled with an aura that could not be dissipated even if it was restarted.
For life that is not his creation, it is no safer than strong radiation.
And at this moment, a spiritual light flashed in Yi Chun's divine consciousness.
He is trying to figure out how to build his "plane", which obviously shouldn't be a pale, dead world constructed purely of matter.
It should be vibrant and thriving.
Then, maybe some stories and some souls should not just be recorded in his natural spell book.
But, that’s a story for another day.
What Yi Chun has to do now is to use himself as a template to create the prototype of a "plane" without overturning.
What we have to do now is to make ourselves bigger...
With Yi Chun's current skill in mediating creation, he can naturally transform a certain area of his body into a larger substance.
Going from small to large is always relatively simple.
But changing from large to small, or special changes while maintaining the existing physical form, is not so easy.
Especially direct changes at the material level, which often lead to abnormal activities of certain particles.
In some cases, it is more "artistic" than the "Fingertip Justice" currently developed by Yi Chun.
However, Yi Chun has not been able to understand the changes at this level yet.
Therefore, when the original form is large enough.
It will be relatively easy to perform this series of operations again.
Yi Chun is not prepared to become the consciousness of heaven that incarnates into a plane on a daily basis.
From the perspective of a human-oriented value system, that is not much different from death.
The only difference may be that the former can occasionally fake corpses.
Let those evolved intelligent beings fear that the end is coming...
And at this moment, Yi Chun's mind moved, and he saw a small figure sneaking under a bush not far away...
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Caesar Sewell gazed devoutly at the old figure on the hill not far away.
That is the elder, the great being who created them.
In Anold, the civilization of the orcs is actually quite fragmented.
On the one hand, they have gained the enlightenment of civilization from the memories given by their elders.
On the other hand, their racial intelligence is not too high, which makes their development in this area rather slow.
Those who burned their ancestors barely pushed the civilization of the orcs to the current level.
Human social structure is not necessarily suitable for orcs.
This is a concept put forward by a certain orc ancestor who has passed away.
Caesar Sewell somewhat agrees with this.
It is not a pure-blooded orc.
In Arnold's material world, outsiders occasionally arrive.
They call themselves followers of the Elders.
The tribesmen are also quite familiar with them.
Because after night falls, the dreams of the great elders pull them away.
There, they followed the instructions of their elders and beat them.
Sometimes, Caesar Sewell doesn't quite understand.
Why did my mother fall in love with a human being?
Although, that love is extremely short-lived.
After its biological father was accidentally crushed by his mother again, he left in shame.
The orcs didn't care.
The love that humans advocate, in the eyes of the orcs, is just the obligation they should fulfill as members of the tribe.
Only by multiplying and living can the tribe grow stronger.
But in such a pure enterprise, why do humans mix in those messy things?
The orcs are confused...
Now, Caesar Suwell doesn’t understand either.
After all, according to human age, it is not even an adult yet.
Affected by his father's bloodline, Caesar Suwell is much smaller than orcs of the same age.
But the decline in physical strength has been rewarded in terms of intelligence.
At least, Caesar Suwell can understand the simple mathematics passed down to the orcs by the elders...
Although, the orcs think that thing is useless.
Not long ago, Caesar Suwell came to the holy land mentioned by his ancestors with some kind of pilgrim mentality.
It excitedly discovered that there was an old figure on it.
Starting from the mother's bloodline, it knows immediately:
That is the great elder!
Caesar Suwell did not bother the elders, and it was not the noisy greenskin that our ancestors called it.
According to what the ancestors said, only those green-skinned and ignorant guys can cause headaches to the elders time and time again.
Fortunately, the elder later took them all to the dream world.
Caesar Sewell was a little puzzled at first.
That shouldn't be punishment. Why would the elders take them to the dream world?
After all, the orcs can only be allowed to enter the dream world after they die dutifully.
"Because that's what they deserve."
Only later did Caesar Sewell learn what kind of world Arnold once was.
And just when Caesar Suwell was thinking wildly, he heard a kind voice:
"Come here, son, I've met your father before."
"He's a warrior."
"If he hadn't broken his knee later..."
Caesar Suwell was stunned for a moment, then suddenly trembled.
The wisdom that belonged to the father made it run past at a trot.
As he got closer, Caesar Suwell was able to get a glimpse of the elder's face.
He looked like the most ordinary old human being, even the long staff in his hand was full of mottled marks.
During this time, Caesar Suwell always saw the elder standing alone on the hill.
It naturally has no way of knowing what the elder is thinking.
Is it the future of Arnold, or is it about conquering a hostile plane, or how to destroy those damn demon lairs?
Occasionally, Caesar Sewell would also have some absurd ideas:
It feels that the elder may be lonely.
Or maybe, every great existence is lonely.
At this time, Caesar Suwell felt a little satisfied.
At least sometimes, it has something in common with these great beings.
"What brought you here, child?"
The elder asked.
"I want to do something to help the elderly."
Caesar Suwell was stunned for a moment, and then said this.
"Go and have fun."
"I came not to bring corvée, but to fill the world with joy and hope."
"This is why you respect me..."
Yi Chun smiled, then stroked the forehead of the hybrid half-orc boy and said.
Caesar Suwell looked at the elder.
He had never seen from the elder's appearance what his father had said about the majesty and inviolable sanctity of the gods.
But if gods really exist, they should look like this.
God is a burden.
The young Caesar Sewell thought that maybe, it could also...
