"Little guy, are you here?"
The old man spoke slowly with the accent of the author's hometown (if you keep saying nm, you will be rare).
"...You, not him."
Deng Ru observed the old man carefully.
He discovered that his body was not human flesh, nor was it a soul.
He was filled with the power of emotion.
He seems to be a being composed of divine power.
But not God.
"I know what you're thinking, young comrade. I'm certainly not the person you think I am. Look, the God of this world can create the world with just 100 million believers."
"China spent over a billion silver coins. Decades of longing led to my creation. You can naturally see me as another him. I inherited his ideals and I share people's memories of him, but I am not him. I can be said to be a god, a worshipped deity."
The old man talked about his roots.
He was indeed not the person Deng Ru had imagined.
The old man in front of me is a god, and that one is a mortal.
Deng Ru naturally believed what the old man said. The old man's body structure was indeed composed of emotional power.
"You seem to know I'm coming. Do you have anything to tell me?"
Deng Ru asked carefully.
He is not himself, but he is the embodiment of people's longing for him.
In other words, the old man in front of him should be something like the patron saint of China on Earth.
An existence formed by the emotional power of more than one billion people and decades.
"No, I just know that when you young comrades see my face, you can't help but turn around and look at me. I'll wait for you here for a while."
The old man shook his head and smiled.
He had nothing to say to Deng Ru.
Everyone has their own path to take.
He will not interfere with Deng Ru.
He just knew that young people missed his face, so he stopped and let Deng Ru take a look.
That's all.
"Then...can he come back?"
Deng Ru asked again.
"You've worked hard all your life, so it's time to take a break, isn't it, young man? You're a god now, so stop deifying others."
The old man took a puff of his cigarette and said meaningfully.
"Then, do you know how I came into this world?"
Deng Ru understood what the old man meant, but he still had some questions.
Like how he traveled through time.
Is this a conspiracy by some mysterious entity or a coincidence?
Since the old man is the patron saint of China on Earth, I think he should be able to see it clearly.
"Comrade, I don't know the answer to your question. I only saw a giant hand pull out your soul and then throw you into a wormhole. That wormhole is very strange. It doesn't lead to any place in the universe. I became interested in it and followed you to this world full of gods and spirits."
"Later, I watched you create a world and cultivate a new ant civilization in it. So, I had an idea. I also wanted to pass on his ideas to this world. Since you chose King Tian En, I chose him too."
"That's all I know. As for the rest, comrade, I don't know. But in this alien world, as a fellow Chinese, I still don't want anything to happen to you. I can only say, be careful. You may have been involved in some powerful conspiracy. Even with thousands of years of Chinese history, I can't see through it."
The old man's voice changed to an old one.
He has never been that person.
He is just a substitute condensed from people's emotions.
He naturally has his own way of thinking.
He just looks similar to him.
Perhaps, he should be called the Guardian God of China, or "Him".
Instead of the sun.
"That's enough, little comrade. I have to go now. The divine power here is not enough to sustain my body. Be careful."
After the old man finished speaking, his body completely disappeared.
Of course, he didn't die.
His real body has always been in China.
This is just his incarnation.
"...Although it's a little different from what I expected, it's still a good choice to see this old man."
Deng Ru felt a little empty in his heart.
After all, the expectations were ultimately dashed.
But there is nothing we can do about it, after all, this is not Earth anymore.
From the old man’s words, we can know that he needs a rest and he hopes that people can create their own romantic era.
It is enough to know this news.
But the old man said something else that made Deng Ru shudder.
Damn, a hand grabbed his soul, opened a wormhole, and threw him from China on Earth to China on Blue Star to become this god.
What kind of horror story is this?
Deng Ru felt very panicked.
What kind of hand can open a passage between two universes?
Anyway, Deng Ru himself can't do it.
The most he could do was to open up a channel between his own world and the Blue Star Universe.
The old man would not harm him.
This was Deng Ru's deep-seated trust in the old man's face.
Therefore, Deng Ru felt that he should follow the old man's advice, act cautiously, and secretly accumulate strength.
"I can't become powerful by slaughtering other gods, although I didn't promise Jie's last words."
Deng Ru first denied the idea of becoming stronger by slaughtering other gods.
It’s not that he is unwilling to kill.
It’s not because of Jie’s last words or anything like that, that’s even more ridiculous, his relationship with the old man is not that good.
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