Sure enough, Da Siming was angry and Wu Wan's plan was carried out extremely smoothly.
For this God of Death, Tiangong really went all out.
The young master ordered to cut off the old body with a sword, the earth god opened the way to protect the soul, and the ugly woman set up the realm of life and death, willing to be the guide in the spring.
In addition, Emperor Kuang also arranged the flow of time for the illusion of life and death, so that it would pass a hundred years inside and only a hundred days outside.
This is a true sense of life.
The divine power of the Heavenly Palace Divine Pond is infinitely supplied here, and all the remaining souls who were selected by the female clowns and thrown into the illusion of life and death are nourished by the divine power; although there is no such thing as six reincarnations in heaven and earth, they also have the opportunity to be reincarnated as living beings.
Wu Wan also took advantage of the situation to get some divine power from it, and took back the divine power he had previously spent on the God of Death.
The Earth God also turned a blind eye to this and said nothing more.
As the 'mastermind' of the entire plan, Wu Wan was naturally quite busy.
Because he was worried that there were many things that Shao Siming did not understand, he had to be by Shao Siming's side at all times to explain in detail to Shao Siming.
When explaining, the language should be more interesting and humorous, so as to better educate and entertain. This is also reasonable and there is nothing to choose from.
——Actually, I just arrange the work, be a supervisor myself, and make Young Siming happy if nothing happens.
That illusion was set above the Death Hall. From the outside, it looked like a dense golden cloud, but within it there was an almost infinite world.
Wu Wang's plan naturally does not require such a large area.
Those souls who died in vain and were sent here by the ugly women, and the false souls created by Shao Siming with his magical powers, gathered together to build a village and spent three years in the fantasy realm.
That's three days outside.
When the village in the illusion gradually stabilized, these souls also forgot their original memories and accepted the new identities Wu Wan had set for them, and the entire plan finally began to officially launch.
At noon that day, outside the illusion, Wu Wang, Shao Siming, and the Earth God were sitting cross-legged.
The ugly woman stood at the front holding a crystal ball, muttering words and reciting ancient sacred texts.
Tens of thousands of divine guards were stationed outside this place, prohibiting any gods or creatures from approaching. Xihe's carriage even appeared high in the sky, personally appearing to protect them.
Everything was ready, Wu Wan still lowered his head and thought about it.
Overall, there are generally no problems.
He gestured to the ugly woman, who immediately raised the crystal ball high, her long hair flying in all directions, and her voice became extremely high-pitched.
The sacrifice of ancient witches and the dance of ugly women.
A gray light burst out from the crystal ball and shot towards the golden cloud.
Wu Wan let out a soft drink, and his own shadow appeared above his head. It was like a soul leaving his body, but in fact it was a ray of soul condensed by his spiritual thoughts, chasing the golden cloud and escaping into it.
Nv Chou, Earth God, and Shao Siming also sacrificed a ray of soul, followed Wu Wan, and disappeared into the golden cloud.
The world outside the illusion suddenly fell into silence.
Gazes came from all over the Heavenly Palace, trying to deduce the situation inside from the changes in the golden clouds.
And the truly powerful ones, such as Di Kuang, Xi He, Da Siming and other gods, are sitting everywhere at this moment, observing the situation in the fantasy realm.
Within the illusion.
When a 'little life' was born in that quiet village, all the 'stories' and 'plots' began to revolve around her.
But Wu Wang made a mistake after all.
He really didn't expect...
How can it be so boring to stay in a fantasy world every day and watch the God of Death grow up from a toddler?
But he can't leave. He must always keep abreast of the changes in the environment around the God of Death to avoid any accidents that may cause all his previous efforts to be wasted.
Because of the huge difference in the flow of time between the inside and outside of the illusion, it takes a hundred years inside but only more than three months outside.
Under such circumstances, if Wu Wan went out for a walk without any trouble, wouldn't he be laughed at by the gods in heaven? He has no certainty.
So, after staying in the fantasy realm for several months and watching the infant God of Death grow up little by little, Wu Wan finally couldn't help but extend his demonic claws to the three gods who were traveling with him.
"Everyone."
Above the white clouds, Wu Huan looked at the three figures sitting quietly aside, groped in his sleeves for a while, and used his spiritual thoughts to create a chessboard.
"Why don't we come and play chess and wait for her to grow up."
"We can't relax," Shao Siming said softly, "it's better to keep a close eye."
"Lord Siming," the ugly woman said with a smile, "I'll just keep an eye on you."
The Earth God smiled and said:
"It doesn't matter, I think the layout here is quite interesting, and decades can pass by with just a snap of the finger.
On the contrary, he is the God of Spring. He is young and promising, but he has no experience of spending a long time. There is nothing to do here, so he gets sleepy easily.
Lord Siming, why don't you spend more time with Feng Chun Shen, and don't make him feel bored."
Wu Wan looked at the Earth God, but his heart was pounding.
Is his relationship with the Earth God so good?
Or is it that the earth gods don’t want to offend anyone, so they are using this opportunity to show favor to themselves and settle the old grudges that were against each other in the past?
Shao Siming was reminded by the Earth God. He looked at Wu Wan with concern and asked softly: "Are you bored here?"
"There are some," Wu Wang said with a look of shame on his face, "after all, they are not qualitative enough."
"Then just ask me to accompany you."
White clouds floated under Shao Siming. She was originally sitting cross-legged, but she naturally changed to sitting with her legs side by side, pulling a cloud of mist around her legs.
Shao Siming smiled and said: "If you look at it this way, I am much older than you."
"Why do immortals need to count their years? What we look at is the mentality."
Wu Wang spread his hands and pushed the chess basket over.
He smiled and said: "If you get tired of playing chess, I still have some new gadgets that I tinkered with when I was in Beiye."
"New stuff?"
There was a little light in Shao Si Ming's eyes, "Now that I'm being led by you, when I hear the words 'when I was in Beiye', I can't help but have expectations."
Wu Wan made the move first and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you down."
But there was a drumbeat in my heart. I wonder if the Heavenly God of Tiangong would like to level up enough to fight the Landlords.
There are one or two smiles above the clouds, and smoke from the cooking pots below the clouds.
There are hundreds of "people" in this village, living in a paradise, surrounded by mountains that block their view of the outside world, and equipped with water pools, streams, and waterfalls.
There are many delicious meaty spiritual animals in the mountains, so the dozen or so hunting families in the village are also the most admired by the children in the village.
There is ample arable land outside the village, and the weather has been good year after year, allowing the elderly here to use the extra aged grain to make delicious wine.
After a day's work, the men and women who returned from hunting would gather together to drink, eat meat, and talk about the comfort of this place.
On the contrary, the scenery of this water town in the south of the Yangtze River has a bit of the heroic spirit of the Beiye grassland.
When Wu Wang designed this village, schools and teachers were indispensable.
The teacher who was modeled after the old Zimmer was a nihilistic existence - condensed from the magical power of Shao Siming.
He would tell how people outside are sinister, holding a box of ancient books left behind a few generations ago, treating them as treasures more important than his own life, and the existence that the children in the village feared the most.
The baby transformed by the God of Death grew up slowly in such an environment.
Her memory has not been lost, those painful situations are still haunting her, but because the Avenue of Death has been banned three times, the resentment of living beings has been isolated, which makes her feel quite comfortable.
In the first few months, the baby's eyes are mostly empty.
Only when her 'father', the gray-haired hunter, picked her up from her swaddling clothes and called her name warmly, did her eyes sparkle.
"Xiao Ming? Xiao Ming? Dad is here, please smile."
Ming seemed to be the name given to her by someone, but the shadow of that person was very blurry and could not be seen clearly at all.
Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
The swaddled baby can already walk and eat on her own, but she has never left the house. Even if she is taken out, she only hides in her mother's or grandma's basket, observing the outside environment through the gaps in the bamboo basket.
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Everything gradually became less unfamiliar, and the holes in her eyes began to be filled by the peaceful scenery in the village.
Above the cloud, Wu Wan, who had been guarding for two years, was lying on a rocking chair, calculating the date of his departure. His immortal consciousness was surrounding the baby transformed by the God of Death.
Not far away, the Earth God, Shao Siming, and Nv Chou were holding cards solemnly. Three or four little turtles had been painted on Shao Siming's face, and seven or eight of them had been pasted on Nv Chou's forehead.
note.
The earth god's honest and honest face once again showed a smile determined to win.
After all, Wu Wan still wanted to take responsibility for the plan he made, so he took the initiative to watch here and observe the changes of the God of Death every day.
In the wilderness, the sun rose and the moon set seven times.
In the fantasy world, seven years have passed by in a hurry.
Ming entered the school this year and learned and memorized literacy together with more than 20 children of all ages.
She has been sitting in the corner and not talking to anyone.
The elders in the village said that she was born with deficiencies, perhaps because of a lack of foresight; but Ming's parents and grandma knew that Ming had become very lively in private.
She would swing in the yard under the sunset, secretly use her father's bow and arrows to pose in various mighty poses, and secretly use the red paper on her mother's dressing table to make shallow marks on her lips.
Ming's appetite is also increasing day by day.
During busy farming days, she would accompany her mother and grandmother to work in the fields, and she would always find a place to have a good sleep in the shade of trees in the fields.
When spring comes, Ming will run around chasing butterflies;
On a bright summer night, she would catch some fireflies and scatter them in the house, accompanying them into a beautiful dreamland.
All these changes, the four gods and humans on the cloud, and the gods from all over the heaven, most of them find it incredible.
On this day, the Earth God came to Wu Wan to inquire about this matter, and his words were filled with praise and emotion.
Wu Wang thought for a long time, but could not give a detailed explanation. He could only say:
"This is the interaction between living beings.
This village seems to be just an illusory scene put together by hundreds of real souls. In fact, the shape of this place, the words and deeds of those souls, as well as the various scenery, houses, farming methods, etc. are all the reflections of creatures that have been slow for countless years.
It comes slowly.
This is equivalent to using the fruits accumulated by living beings for countless years to irrigate and nourish Ming's pale and empty soul.
Such a result is actually not beyond my expectation.”
The Earth God's eyes were full of admiration and he gave Wu Wan a thumbs up.
He smiled and said: "I have really learned about Fengchun God's methods, and Fengchun God's understanding of living creatures really amazes me."
"I made all this nonsense."
Wu Wan waved his hand and said with a smile: "The first way I thought of was to bring the God of Death to an ordinary human village and let her experience the birth, old age, illness and death of living beings, so as to understand death.
I didn’t expect that her nature is still so...lively."
Earth God's lips did not move, but a ray of sound penetrated into Wu Wan's heart:
"The God of Fengchun must be hiding his selfish motives."
"Um?"
"Human village."
The Earth God looked at the clouds and said slowly:
"It is indeed a clever move to make the God of Death feel more close to the human race.
The plan of Fengchun God can make me suddenly wake up after the incident, it is really at an extremely high level."
Wu Wan:......
It turns out there is another benefit.
I was careless, I didn't think of it at all before.
"Feng Chun Shen, is the next step just to wait for her to grow up?"
"Well," Wu Wang said, "when she is twelve or thirteen years old, throw the first knife down."
"Throwing a knife?"
"good."
Wu Wang said slowly:
"We want to cultivate her willpower, we cannot let her become a little flower that cannot withstand the wind and rain.
Her grandmother is approaching her end of life, so letting her observe and experience the pain caused by birth, old age, illness and death is the most important meaning of our trip."
The Earth God frowned and said: "Now that the Avenue of Death has been sealed by Lord Star God, Lord Shao Siming and me, the counterattack force has also been temporarily blocked, maybe..."
"This is a place of vanity after all."
Wu Wang said: "Moreover, I will let all the souls have a good destination in the end, and I will also explain these to her in detail, without hiding anything.
After all, she just wants to experience the avenue, not to fill up some beautiful memories.
No matter how many beautiful memories there are, they will be worn away by time.
Only by feeling the true nature of her own path can she become the true God of Death."
"The true?"
A little obscure Taoist rhyme suddenly filled Wu Wan's body.
He lowered his head slightly, his face was shrouded in black lines, and his unruffled eyes were like an abyss, making the Earth God subconsciously choose to avoid him.
When Wu Wan spoke, his voice with a bit of mysterious Taoist charm made the Earth God deeply impressed by what he said.
What he said was:
"Eternal life from death, eternal life from destruction."
The Earth God looked as usual, nodded gently to Wu Wan, turned around and walked towards the clouds in the distance.
Shao Siming and Nv Chou went to take a nap at the colorful clouds on the horizon. There were only the Earth God and Wu Wang in the clouds.
After pulling away a certain distance, Tu Shen couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, a divine light flickering in his eyes, and the demeanor and charm of Wu Wa's words when he said those two sentences just came to mind.
Eternal life from death, eternal existence from destruction.
The Earth God lowered his head and looked at the villages on the earth. Looking at the God of Death, whose every move seemed to be controlled by Wu Wan, he thought about several contests between himself and the God of Fengchun...
Could it be...
He turned to look at Wu Wan's back, a bit of suspicion flashing in his eyes.