Chapter 312 The World of Gods: "Where did this adorable little thing come from..."
"Where did you find this little cutie?"
Before Sang Zhitao had even regained consciousness, she heard a gentle female voice enter her brain.
Then another man's voice rang out: "Found it in a scrapped world."
"A scrapped world?!" The woman's voice was filled with astonishment. "How could there be newborns there?!"
"We haven't found anything yet," the man sighed. "But it shouldn't be some kind of conspiracy."
Hearing the man say that, the woman breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
“However…” she paused, then continued, “Have you investigated the ownership of that small world?”
"Yes, it's already been reported, don't worry," the man replied with a light laugh.
"That's good..." The woman's voice was filled with undisguised joy.
Upon hearing this, Sang Zhitao regained some consciousness and subconsciously moved her hands.
Her subtle movement was noticed by the person speaking, and the woman's voice exclaimed softly, "She's awake!"
"Hello~" The woman greeted Sang Zhitao with a soft laugh as she looked at her with her eyes open.
Sang Zhitao, who was still a little dazed, snapped out of it the moment she saw the two of them.
Instead of the two people she expected, there were two enormous egg-shaped spheres of light standing in front of her.
The slightly shorter orb of light on her right moved closer: "Are you alright?"
It was at this moment that Sang Zhitao realized that the person in front of her was speaking a language she did not recognize.
In terms of her knowledge, this language is more like a light wave or a frequency.
It would appear directly in Sang Zhitao's mind, allowing her to instinctively understand what this frequency meant.
She instinctively stepped back.
These subtle movements and blank stares, in the eyes of the two spheres of light, were a sign of fear towards them.
The taller light sphere immediately approached the shorter light sphere.
Sang Zhitao couldn't see their movements clearly, but she subconsciously understood that the taller light sphere had pulled the shorter one.
"My name is Ling, and his name is Bing," the short, luminous sphere introduced to Sang Zhitao after taking two steps back.
As before, Sang Zhitao could not discern any movement from their rounded bodies and the slightly dazzling light, but she understood that the other party had made a gesture pointing to the side.
“I…” Sang Zhitao subconsciously opened her mouth to introduce herself, but found that the frequency she was uttering was very similar to that of the other person.
She quickly looked down at her hands and feet.
really.
At this moment, she was also a radiant ball of light, just like the other party, but much smaller in size, like an adult and a child.
"What's your name? Or do you not have a name?" Ling leaned forward slightly.
“I…I’m called Tao,” Sang Zhitao said quickly after a moment’s thought.
Hearing her say that, the light around Ling shone even brighter: "Tao? It's a very nice name."
"Peach?" Bing said thoughtfully, "I've seen this plant in the 773rd world of Heaven. I heard it's delicious."
"Is it food that insects like to eat?" Ling looked at him curiously.
"Hmm, I've heard that insects like to say that peaches can prolong life."
"Really?"
Bing chuckled and shook her head: "Of course not."
Ling immediately looked disgusted: "Fine."
As if worried that Sang Zhitao might think she disliked the name "Tao," she quickly looked at Sang Zhitao and explained, "Little one, it's not that I hate you."
Sang Zhitao hadn't been treated like a child in a long time, and she was still a little unaccustomed to it.
"By the way, little one, how did you end up in that world?" Seeing that she wasn't upset, Ling quickly continued to ask.
Sang Zhitao paused for a moment before shaking her head, feigning ignorance.
Seeing this, Ling wasn't surprised, and simply sighed, "Alright then."
Looking at the light emanating from the two people, which was far more dazzling than that from herself, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but want to see their faces clearly through the light.
Just then, a sense of crisis she had never felt before welled up in her heart.
That is a kind of spiritual suggestion that humans receive when facing the gods.
It is indescribable, inaccessible, and unseen.
"Sweetie~ You're still young, don't watch us for so long." Ling suddenly raised her hand and patted Sang Zhitao's head.
In Sang Zhitao's view, it was as if a glowing tentacle extended from the sphere of light and patted her on the head.
The crisis in her heart disappeared after the spiritual touch, which relieved Sang Zhitao.
At this moment, she thought of the "human-insect" that Ling and Bing had just talked about and couldn't help but frown and look at Ling: "What...human-insect?"
Ling was talking to Bing when she heard her words and quickly turned to look at her.
“Human-insects,” she chuckled, and continued, “Those in the small world that look like humans are human-insects, and those that look like beasts are beast-insects.”
"Don't worry about those things too much." Ling reached out a tentacle and covered her with a small blanket. "They're just things from a small world."
"A small world?" Sang Zhitao thought of what she had heard before she fainted, and the words that Di Huo had said flashed through her mind.
Is it the world of God?
She looked at Ling thoughtfully.
Ling didn't answer her question, but instead smiled and said
"I'll tell you slowly later, we have more important things to do right now."
As she spoke, she reached out her tentacles and picked up Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao had already noticed a significant difference in their body sizes, and now that Ling was holding her in her arms, she felt the difference was even greater.
She was like a ping-pong ball landing in a pair of large hands, being carefully held: "We need to determine your attributes, and if possible, we might be able to find your family."
A spirit's voice rang out.
The voice didn't seem to come from above, nor did it resonate with any difference in body size; rather, it seemed to originate directly in Sang Zhitao's heart.
"Family?" Sang Zhitao repeated as if a parrot had just uttered it.
The spirit's voice rang out again.
"Of course, even though we're #￥, we all have families." Ling's self-reference sounded like gibberish to Sang Zhitao.
She opened her mouth, about to ask another question, when she felt her body suddenly empty and the environment around her changed.
The "ward" where she was originally located was a pure white space.
This scene left Sang Zhitao somewhat speechless.
The entire room was as if it were in a void, and everything was black.
Just as she was wondering, a single point of light suddenly appeared in the darkness.
Then……
A scene resembling the Big Bang appeared before her, followed by a series of cosmic wonders.
Sang Zhitao stared in astonishment at the scene before her.
However, before she could finish reading, the surroundings suddenly lit up, and the image faded away.
Sang Zhitao turned her head slightly and saw Bing standing in the middle of the room, looking down at the cylinder in front of her.
Ling carefully placed the mulberry peach onto the cylinder.
Sang Zhitao immediately felt a surge of heat envelop her tightly.
Before she could look around, everything went black, and the universe, filled with glittering planets, reappeared before her.
On the dark blue background, a touch of orange-red is quietly added, followed by light yellow, moon white, and finally sinking into deep blue.
It's like going from night to dawn and then to sunset.
Gradually, these scenes became part of her memory.
That was before she was born, a memory from when she was the consciousness of the world.
Sang Zhitao silently gazed at these memories that she was gradually recalling.
Over the years, having experienced so many worlds, she has long since recovered most of her memories of being a world consciousness.
However, her more than twenty years as a human had a profound impact on her, to the point that even after her physical form and memories were no longer human, she still preferred to live on Earth as a human.
Soon, those past memories disappeared, and the memories of being human appeared before her.
The family's anticipation before birth, the death of both parents after birth, and the separation from one's own flesh and blood during infancy.
Then there's childhood, and adult life.
Those things she remembered and those she didn't just appeared before her eyes.
Sang Zhitao was so immersed in those past memories that she completely forgot about what was happening outside.
Meanwhile, Ling and Bing, who were outside, looked at Sang Zhitao on the cylinder and couldn't help but sigh.
"So cute~" Ling's voice softened a bit.
"Yes." Bing nodded with a light smile.
Unlike the peach blossoms that are immersed in the beautiful scenery.
From the outside, the cylinder where Sang Zhitao is located appears to be a sphere made of water.
And the mulberry peach is a happy little fish swimming in it.
"This child is so cute, I wish it were mine." Ling couldn't help but reach out her tentacle and tap the water sphere.
"It could also be from my family," Bing retorted defiantly.
Ling couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "Who in your family do you think can have children?"
"Isn't yours?" Bing scoffed.
After saying this, the two looked at each other and fell silent.
Neither of their families could have children.
A regretful look swept over the water balloon.
"I wonder whose little cutie this is," Ling poked the water ball resentfully.
"It can't be yours, can it?" Unexpectedly, another voice came from behind her.
"Wood?" Bing was surprised to see who it was.
“It’s not just me.” Mu glanced at Sang Zhitao in the water sphere, her eyes softening for a moment before she said, “It’s been so long since we’ve had a newborn.”
Upon hearing Mu's words, Bing and Ling were momentarily stunned, their faces immediately displaying an indescribable expression.
Mu silently stared at Sang Zhitao in the water sphere, saying nothing more, and the entire room fell silent.
"Where are the cubs?!" The silence didn't last long before it was broken by a cacophony of voices.
"Where are the cubs?!"
"So cute!"
"Which family are you from?!"
...
A dozen orbs of light suddenly descended into the room, and they all looked at the three of them at the same time, and began to ask them one question after another.
"It's not certain yet, we're still testing. The child has no memory of it." Bing and Ling looked at the heads of the various families in front of them and hurriedly explained in a low voice to each of them.
It took Bing and Ling more than ten minutes to explain and appease these elders.
"Are you sure it's not one of ours?" Ling had just appeased one of the clan leaders and couldn't help but wipe his sweat with his tentacles when he was pulled into a corner by another ball of light.
Ling, feeling dizzy and disoriented, squeezed through the crowd. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she looked up and saw her clan leader looking at her earnestly.
She couldn't help but twitch her lips and shake her head helplessly: "Really not, who in our family gave birth to it?"
The clan chief stared at her without saying a word.
Ling's lips twitched, and she pointed to herself with her finger: "Me?"
"Who would I have a child with?!"
The clan leader's gaze swept over the ice he was holding not far away.
Ling couldn't help but gasp: "He Bing?!"
"Clan leader, stop messing around!" She was genuinely terrified by her clan leader's wild imagination.
"We have the results!"
Before the clan leader could say anything more, she noticed a slight change in the color of the water sphere and immediately exclaimed in surprise.
Upon hearing her voice, everyone fell silent and turned their attention to the water balloon.
The originally transparent water sphere gradually turned a light green color.
Before long, the light green turned into dark green.
The tiny ball of light, Sang Zhitao, shimmered in the deep green water, and wherever she swam, the green seemed to take on a few specks of starlight.
"Green?!" Ling exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the water sphere.
The other dozen or so clan leaders became serious.
“Report it,” one of the clan leaders said gravely.
Ling and Bing exchanged a glance before nodding solemnly in agreement.
“Let’s go back. This outcome is beyond our control.” The other clan leader glanced regretfully at Sang Zhitao and sighed.
The other clan leaders were also reluctant to look at Sang Zhitao and turned to leave.
As the dozen or so beams of light disappeared, Mu looked at his two friends and couldn't help but stroke his chin: "It would have been better if it had been a little shallower."
Ling couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this.
Bing couldn't help but say, "A lighter shade doesn't necessarily mean it's from your family."
Mu couldn't help but shrug: "That's not necessarily true."
“Its color has a golden tint, and even if it’s so light you can’t see it, it’s not yours. You’d better not even think about it.” Ling patted Mu’s shoulder and pointed to the water sphere whose color had faded considerably.
Looking at the water sphere that shimmered with golden light within its deep green hue, Mu awkwardly rubbed his nose: "It's good to dream sometimes."
The three were longtime friends, and they teased each other without holding back. Being the youngest in their own family and having lively personalities, they started joking around.
When Sang Zhitao awoke from her deep sleep, she saw three large, glowing orbs that were playfully fighting each other.
She didn't speak, but instead took advantage of her lucidity and undisturbed state to carefully consider her surroundings.
The only thing she's certain of now is that this world is indeed the world of gods that Di Huo spoke of.
But she couldn't be sure if this world was the one she had written about.
Previously, from the Bubble World to the Microcosm and then to the Giant World, although it was unbelievable, it was still acceptable, after all, they were all stories she wrote.
In her current memory, she has never written any stories about gods.
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but pick at her fingers, feeling as if things were getting out of control.
"You're awake?" Before she could figure it out, Ling had already seen that she had woken up.
"Mmm." Sang Zhitao nodded obediently.
"Wow~ cutie, hello there, I'm Mu." Mu came over and greeted her.
Sang Zhitao looked up at the wood, which was a white sphere with a hint of green light.
Since coming into this world, all she had ever seen was white. The sudden appearance of a touch of green made her feel a sense of familiarity.
Suddenly, Sang Zhitao felt a void beneath her.
Warm hands lifted her out of the water balloon and held her tightly in their arms.
This was the second person to hug her, but the first to make her feel like she had met someone like herself.
Sang Zhitao raised her head slightly, following the force of those hands.
A man with golden-green hair was looking down at her.
She found it hard to describe the man's face; it was a beauty that defied words, a beauty beyond her comprehension.
Sang Zhitao looked down at his palm in surprise.
The size ratio between the man and her was surprisingly different from that between Ling and her.
Sang Zhitao suspiciously reached out and touched the man's face.
A magnetic laugh rang out.
She could feel the vibrations emanating from the body she was leaning against.
"Good girl." The man reached out and tapped her forehead with his finger.
Sang Zhitao awkwardly scratched her face before remembering to look at the three people from earlier.
Turning my head, I saw that the three spheres were still standing in the same place, seemingly unchanged.
She couldn't help but secretly gesture to it, and then realized that the one who had grown bigger seemed to be herself.
Seeing this, the man couldn't help but laugh out loud again, and even reached out to touch her face.
Looking at the man's hand, Sang Zhitao thought of the spirit's tentacles and couldn't help but scratch her head.
The three people not far away did not pay attention to Sang Zhitao's actions. When they saw Sang Zhitao and the man looking at them, they quickly bowed and greeted him: "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The man called King nodded slightly, hugged Sang Zhitao tightly again, and then said, "Let's talk about it when we get back to the temple."
After saying that, he looked down at Sang Zhitao and said in a low voice, "Little one, my name is Wang, remember that."
Before Sang Zhitao could react, he waved his sleeve and flew into the sky with her.
And Sang Zhitao finally saw the true nature of this world.
This place is like the universe, only lacking many dazzling stars, but with many wonderful sights.
A huge tree floats not far away, with a white trunk and light green leaves, looking extremely dreamlike.
Sang Zhitao leaned against the king's chest, looking curiously in that direction.
Seeing her like this, Wang whispered in her ear, "That's the Zhi family, and the Mu family is from that family."
As he spoke, he pointed to another place that looked like a cloud: "That is the family of life, and the spirits come from there."
He then pointed to a misty doorway: "The Ice Family prefers to live in another space."
After mentioning the families of the three people Sang Zhitao knew, he did not continue to introduce them.
Seeing Sang Zhitao looking at him with a puzzled expression, Wang chuckled and said, "You're still young, you have plenty of time to learn, there's no need to rush."
Seeing this, Sang Zhitao said nothing more.
“You seem to have been through a lot.” Just as they saw a magnificent jade palace in the distance, the king suddenly spoke.
Sang Zhitao froze, then nervously licked her lips and looked at him: "I..."
Wang touched her forehead with his fingertip: "That is your life experience, an inevitable path in your growth, and there is no need to explain it to others."
Hearing him say that, Sang Zhitao hesitated for a moment and then stopped speaking.
She remains wary of the world.
A world she had never written about seemed to have countless connections to the world she had written about, and its power far exceeded her imagination, which made her unable to put her mind at ease.
Wang silently carried Sang Zhitao into the palace.
There were more than a dozen people standing in the palace at this time.
Each of them was handsome and dressed in their favorite clothes.
At a glance, Sang Zhitao's collection spans from ancient animal skin clothing to trendy clothes of the technological age, encompassing everything from ancient times to the present.
"Your Majesty." Everyone bowed slightly in respect when they saw Sang Zhitao and the others enter.
Wang Wei nodded slightly, then carried Sang Zhitao towards the high platform.
When Sang Zhitao was carried to sit on the throne, her gaze fell on the three people standing at the front, and she felt that these three people were very familiar to her.
Sure enough, she recognized one of them as soon as he spoke.
"Your Majesty, it has been confirmed that the small world was destroyed in violation of regulations." The speaker was a white-haired beauty, but her voice was exactly the same as Ling's.
Sang Zhitao, who was feeling a little bored, leaned against the king's chest.
Hearing that familiar voice, he immediately sat up.
Seeing this, Wang gently patted her back and helped her straighten up a bit.
"What's the reason?" Wang patted Sang Zhitao on the back, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Ling.
Ling quickly bowed and continued, "A student accidentally left the climate controller in the small world, causing the system to malfunction and the ecosystem to collapse. Fearing being discovered by the teacher, the student involved tried to exploit a system vulnerability to destroy the small world to cover up the mistake."
Wang looked up at the person behind Ling: "Your clansman."
He was a man with light purple hair. He bowed and said, "Yes."
Wang nodded, just about to signal Ling to continue.
Sang Zhitao reached out and tugged at his collar.
Wang looked down at her, a question flashing in his eyes.
Sang Zhitao asked with a curious look, "How do you know he's from his clan?"
Wang smiled and nodded at her head: "I'll tell you after we've sorted things out."
Although Sang Zhitao was very curious, she also wanted to know how things were going in the world of natural disasters, so she could only keep quiet and listen obediently as he dealt with the matter.
Seeing this, Wang gestured for Ling to continue.
Ling continued, "The child who lost things and the child who came up with ideas to destroy the small world are not the same person..."
She paused for a moment before continuing, "Currently, they are punished by cleaning the classroom for one hundred years."
After listening, Wang remained silent for a moment before nodding: "That works too."
"What about the peach?" The king tapped his fingers on the throne before continuing.
Ling shook her head: "They don't know either."
"Hmm." After a moment of silence, the king said, "Now that it has been confirmed that Tao's divine power is life force, she is a daughter of my royal family. The royal family will investigate her background."
"Yes!" the others replied respectfully.
"Step back." Wang nodded and dismissed the servants.
Upon seeing this, everyone in the hall bowed and left.
After they left, Wang pinched Sang Zhitao's cheek and chuckled, "Why are you unhappy?"
“They destroyed a world, killed so many people, and…” Sang Zhitao’s voice was a little hoarse, “...that’s it?”
Wang was taken aback: "Isn't that enough?"
"Is that enough?" Sang Zhitao looked up at him.
Wang Chenmo reached out and gently covered her eyes.
Sang Zhitao reached out and pulled his hand down forcefully: "Is that enough?"
Wang looked down at the small hand tightly gripping his, and sighed softly, "Okay, I understand."
Sang Zhitao opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to ask more questions, but suddenly realized that she was neither in one of those small worlds that she could control, nor in the Earth base, so she quickly withdrew her hand.
Wang watched with some regret as her hand slipped from his.
Do you know who you are?
Sang Zhitao paused for a moment before slowly shaking her head.
The king picked her up and, with a flick of his sleeve, led her into a room filled with books.
Several people are already here, flipping through different books.
Wang showed her around for a while before going upstairs.
There is nothing here but books.
Wang carefully placed the mulberry peach on the soft couch beside him before waving his sleeve to summon a book from the bookshelf.
"We are the gods." With a flick of his finger, the book opened, revealing a completely black image floating on it.
Wang pointed to the screen and said, "We were born from nothingness."
The scene came to life, and a beam of white light broke the darkness.
"We created the world."
In the image, a small world is slowly being born in the palm of a pair of hands.
“From nothingness came more gods, and we divided into families based on our abilities.”
Many orbs of light emerged from nothingness.
They were divided into different small groups based on color.
"We love each other and have children."
The orbs of light walked together in pairs, and the little orbs of light jumped merrily on them.
"So you are gods who created the world, and therefore in your eyes humans are insects, no different from beasts, so their deaths are insignificant?" Sang Zhitao raised her hand to interrupt Wang's continued explanation.
"Isn't that right?" Wang looked at her somewhat blankly.
"What difference is there between humans, beasts, and insects to the creator?"
“People… are different.” Sang Zhitao stared at him blankly for a long time before finally uttering a sentence with some embarrassment.
Yes, it seems that humans have no right to say anything to a creator like a god.
Wang sighed: "I know you've been through a lot, and those things have made you favor humans, but darling, that's wrong. Gods shouldn't favor one kind of creature."
Sang Zhitao looked at Wang in silence for a long time before saying, "From the time I have memories, I have known that I was born from human consciousness. They are my parents and my children. I was born to help them go further."
Wang stared at Sang Zhitao for a long time without saying a word.
It wasn't until Sang Zhitao started to panic and wonder if she had said something wrong that Wang patted her head and said, "You're still a child, you haven't learned how to be a god yet."
"To become a god?" Sang Zhitao murmured, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
Wang gently tapped her forehead: "Yes, but you have a very long time ahead of you. You will learn it. There's no need to rush."
Before Sang Zhitao could reply, Wang stood up and picked her up: "Now, I think you need a teacher of common sense."
Sang Zhitao looked back at the room filled with countless books, then at the king who was holding her and flying in the void: "Teacher? Weren't you just teaching me?"
Wang glanced at her and shook his head: "My methods are not suitable for you."
“You have far more experience than your peers, and these experiences have shaped all your understanding. What I teach will only disrupt these things and will not be good for you.”
"you……"
He paused for a moment before saying, "You need someone more suitable for you."
"Who is that?" Sang Zhitao asked him curiously.
She desperately needs someone to help her understand and learn about the world.
She had never felt so unfamiliar and fearful of a world before, which made her feel completely insecure.
“She’ll be happy to meet you.” Wang didn’t explain further, but simply led her into the depths of nothingness.
They flew for a long time before finally reaching a place that was completely dark.
Wang didn't offer any further explanation, and led her straight into the darkness.
After flying in the darkness for a while, the surroundings suddenly became bright.
A farmhouse courtyard with a very distinctive Earth-like character appeared before them.
"Teacher." Wang led her to stand in the courtyard and respectfully called out to the house.
The silence was broken by the creaking sound of the door opening.
A woman appeared before them.
The woman looked to be in her forties or fifties, with her hair tied up at the back of her head, wearing a gray long-sleeved dress with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
“It’s jade.” She looked at Wang and smiled.
Then she saw Sang Zhitao in Wang's arms: "Is she a child of the royal family?"
Wang didn't seem surprised that the other party could recognize Sang Zhitao's background at a glance, and nodded: "I would like to ask the teacher to teach this child."
The woman smiled and stepped aside: "Let's come in first and talk."
The house was not as small and simple as it appeared from the outside.
On the contrary, it is a very large single-level apartment with a very modern style of decoration.
Sang Zhitao suddenly felt as if she had returned to the lunar base, to the large single-level apartment that the base had built for her.
"Does this sound familiar?" the woman asked, looking at Tao. "Humans can be quite formidable sometimes."
Sang Zhitao didn't say anything, but turned to look at Wang.
Wang chuckled and explained, "Shi is a prophet of the gods; she is qualified to be your teacher."
"Teacher." Sang Zhitao bowed slightly to her teacher after hearing this.
The teacher smiled and picked her up, saying, "She's a very capable child."
She then looked at Wang and said, "Yu, she will be your successor."
Wang paused for a moment before smiling faintly and saying, "Yes, I think so too."
"Why is your name Wang Weiyu?" Sang Zhitao asked the question that had been on her mind until they finished talking.
The teacher explained, "Because real names cannot be known to others, we address each other by their titles or ranks."
"So, is the king's real name Yu?" Sang Zhitao looked at the king with a curious expression.
Wang shook his head: "No, my real name is very, very long."
As he spoke, he stroked Sang Zhitao's head: "You are too young to hear my real name."
Sang Zhitao recalled that when she looked directly at the spirit, the other party had said something similar. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Why can't I look directly at the spirit, but I can look directly at you?"
"Also, why is everyone in the main hall in human form? Why was I only the size of her palm when Ling held me before, but I'm so much bigger when you hold me? It seems like I haven't grown up?"
A barrage of questions came at Wang.
The king glanced at the master before saying, "Because we are of the same race, you can look me in the eye. Therefore, you can also look others in the eye when you are in the main hall."
"As for the human form..."
He chuckled softly, "Do you remember when we first met, I touched your forehead?"
Sang Zhitao nodded obediently.
“I have activated the power of your royal bloodline, so they will appear in your perception in the form that is most acceptable to you.”
"Then why did you look like a human before you were activated?" Sang Zhitao still didn't understand.
Wang continued to explain, "This is for the same reason as your later questions: because you are royalty, you are of my clan, and your perception is everything."
"I am the world, and the world is me?" Sang Zhitao tilted her head and looked at him.
“Not exactly, but you could think of it that way.” Wang didn’t intend to explain for long.
He looked at the teacher and said, "Teacher, I have other things to do, so Tao will stay with you for now."
The teacher smiled and agreed.
Sang Zhitao glanced at the two of them but did not say anything in rebuttal.
Wang stood up and walked up to Sang Zhitao: "Don't worry, I will re-examine those two children."
Having said that, he got up and left without waiting for Sang Zhitao to say anything more.
After watching him leave, Sang Zhitao looked at her master and said, "There are many things I don't understand."
The teacher helped her into a seat and sat down opposite her: "Take your time, we have a long, long time ahead of us."
"I..." Her mind was filled with all sorts of questions, making it impossible for her to find a specific one.
"I don't understand." After a long while, Sang Zhitao finally spoke.
"I don't understand why gods see humans as insects, I don't understand why they are unmoved when they destroy a small world and kill so many people, and I don't understand what gods really are?"
The teacher looked at her gently and raised his hand.
A round ball of light appeared before Sang Zhitao's eyes.
The sphere of light slowly began to take on color.
At first it was a hazy white, then it turned into the blue of the ocean, and finally it was dotted with green.
The master tapped the ball of light with his fingertip.
The sphere of light magnified instantly.
A picture of biological evolution appeared before her.
Single-celled organisms evolved into different animals over time, and then humans emerged as a branch of evolution.
Sang Zhitao seemed to see the past of another Earth.
She was mesmerized by it.
But the scene abruptly ends when humans and dinosaurs coexist.
Sang Zhitao came to her senses and looked at her master in confusion.
The master tapped the orb of light with his fingertip, and the dead humans stood once again on the continent, stepping on the remains of dinosaurs.
Then time seemed to accelerate in some way.
It took only a few hours for humans to go from wearing animal skins to flying airplanes.
Just as Sang Zhitao was watching a science fiction movie, she saw the humans inside the sphere of light piloting their spaceships into space.
As they explore, the world continues to improve.
More planets are appearing in human exploration, and the resource war has begun again.
Sang Zhitao spent the whole afternoon with her teacher.
Watching humans repeatedly court death only to be saved by their master, then court death again and be saved once more...
“You see, sometimes humans are not as good as animals.” The master clasped his hands slightly.
The ball of light, ablaze with the flames of war, dimmed instantly and returned to blankness.
"How humans view mayflies is just as we view humans," the teacher said, looking at Sang Zhitao. "The small world is not only a responsibility for us to create, but also the source of our power."
"God has experienced many disappointments, so he naturally has little mercy for the humans who have disappointed him, since they are not as obedient as some beasts."
Sang Zhitao stared blankly at the planet where the evolution of life was continuing to repeat itself: "I... I think I understand."
"You've come a long way and experienced a lot, but that's not your fault. You will eventually become a qualified god."
“But I still feel there’s something wrong.” Sang Zhitao looked up at her master. “I regard humans as my offspring. Loving them is my instinct and my duty.”
The master looked at Sang Zhitao and gently placed his hand on her head: "Having compassion is not a bad thing."
"Do you know what royalty is?" Shi asked, taking Sang Zhitao's hand and leading her into the courtyard.
"God created the world and all things, but even the gods could not prevent the world from being destroyed."
"But royalty can prolong the world's existence. Even gods die, but royalty can save us from death."
"Gods can die too?" Sang Zhitao looked at her in surprise.
“Of course.” The master touched his cheek. “Like jade, he was the second king.”
"Then will the master die too?" Sang Zhitao tilted her head.
The teacher chuckled and nodded: "Of course."
“I will choose another teacher who will assist you, accompany you, and teach your future people.”
Sang Zhitao looked down at her small, tender palms, then at the black void: "The king?"
The teacher looked at her for a long time before saying, "I think you might be able to tell me your story."
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