Chapter 321 The World of Gods Ends, Sang Zhitao Silently Plates...
Sang Zhitao sat cross-legged on the ground in silence, a slight smile playing on her lips. She lowered her eyes and held her breath, silently watching the little world in her arms.
The surrounding greenery and the small world in my arms resonated with each other, as if they were breathing, intertwining and flowing together.
She gradually transformed from her octopus-like form into a human shape.
The black hair was dyed golden green, and then it grew little by little until it reached the ground and spread beyond the blanket.
The crowd looked on in astonishment, but said nothing. They simply watched in silence as she smiled and created a small world born from her insights.
No one interrupted Sang Zhitao's creation. Everyone could sense that the world being created this time was a far more powerful existence than the current world.
Soon, a cosmic explosion occurred in the small world, and in a remote corner of the universe, a basic life was born on a blue planet.
Sang Zhitao looked at the planet with a smile and tapped it with her fingertip.
A tall, green-haired spirit suddenly appeared on her body. The spirit glanced at everyone, chuckled, and floated into the small world.
The world, as if dust had been swept away, revealed its own vibrant colors.
That tiny planet, existing in the farthest corner of the universe, slowly, little by little, became the center of this universe...
"Long time no see..." Sang Zhitao slightly raised her head, looked at the king, and greeted him gently, "Your Majesty..."
“Yue…” The king nodded slightly to her with a solemn expression.
Sang Zhitao then looked at Yun and the others.
Like Ling, they stood nervously in place, bowing respectfully as if students were meeting their headmaster: "Your Highness, Moon."
Sang Zhitao curled the corners of her lips: "I didn't expect that I would actually succeed."
She looked down at the little world in her arms, then looked around: "This world is about to collapse."
Yun and the others' expressions changed slightly, while Wang Shang remained calm.
"Yes." He didn't even glance at the others, but stared intently at Sang Zhitao and nodded.
"Just like in the legends, having two souls in one body is the savior of the gods." Sang Zhitao lowered her eyes and continued to look at the small world. "I look forward to your changes..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the green light on Sang Zhitao's body accelerated its flow into the small world.
Sang Zhitao then regained her own consciousness.
She glanced at the puzzled-looking crowd and tilted her head, asking, "What's wrong?"
Wang shook his head: "You are right. Only by having compassion for your creations can they live longer and better."
Sang Zhitao looked down at the world in her arms, a look of surprise on her face: "Earth...Earth?!"
"Your hometown?!" Wang paused for a moment before asking with some doubt.
Sang Zhitao nodded blankly: "I definitely am."
Wang frowned, looked at the small world, and then at Sang Zhitao: "It should have existed in the past, so why is it appearing in the future?"
Sang Zhitao understood what he meant.
Her past is her experience on Earth, and her future is her present in the divine realm. However, she created an Earth that should have existed in the past, which does not conform to the rules of the divine realm.
"Who says the present is the future?" Sang Zhitao watched the Earth in her arms fly by, and now they had arrived in the age of dinosaurs.
Wang's pupils dilated, and he subconsciously looked at Wu and the others beside him.
They frowned, their faces filled with disbelief: "How could this be..."
"You mean, you came from the future to the past?" Wang managed to squeeze out these words before waving his hands repeatedly, "Then where were you in the past?"
Sang Zhitao looked at the Earth in her arms: "It's here."
Wang followed her gaze to the Earth in her arms, where, at the center of the world, a faint consciousness was being born.
"The past month has come to the present, and the future me is born here."
As Sang Zhitao uttered these words, her hair gradually turned white, then quickly became silver, shimmering in the light.
"What about the God Realm?" Ling looked at Wang and then at Sang Zhitao, confused, and couldn't help but raise her hand and ask in a low voice, "What will the God Realm be like in the future?"
Ling was unaware of Sang Zhitao's past; in her view, Sang Zhitao came here from the future divine realm.
Wang already had an idea in his mind, and he silently looked at Sang Zhitao.
"The crisis is over, and the future divine realm will be very healthy." Sang Zhitao smiled as she looked at the king.
Wang has already understood her and Yue's consciousness.
The gods have been high above for too long, and their thirst for power has made them forget the original creation of the world, which was simply out of love for the creatures in their world.
Having lost their true selves, they could no longer create a mature world, nor could they continue to exert their power, which is why the gods have been dying one after another over the years.
At this rate of death, this divine realm will cease to exist in the near future.
“Compassion and love?” Wang looked deeply at the small world in Sang Zhitao’s arms, then turned to Yun and the others. “From today onwards, all gods will enter the small world for reincarnation before creating the world.”
"Humans, plants, animals, gods, immortals, demons, monsters, ghosts... each race has its own trajectory. Gods can choose to experience it themselves or choose to observe it from the sidelines."
Wang looked at Yun and said, "I'm leaving it to you."
Yun and Cao had already realized what was happening and nodded solemnly.
Although Ling still looked bewildered, she nodded in agreement a few seconds later.
"Wah~!" A baby's cry interrupted the king's issuance of the command.
Everyone looked towards the small world, where the world consciousness had begun to awaken.
The small world created by Sang Zhitao flickered with a light green light as if it had been called, and then a thin line extended from her body one by one, eventually converging into the small world in Sang Zhitao's arms.
“My world… is complete.” Sang Zhitao smiled.
The little world in her arms slowly floated into the air, and the other little worlds followed like companion stars.
They exchanged and replenished each other's energy, achieving a virtuous cycle.
"What is this...?" Everyone was initially confused by the actions of the small worlds, but after seeing them achieve a power cycle with each other, they looked at Sang Zhitao in shock.
“I think this is the right way,” Sang Zhitao said, looking at Wang.
Wang Liaoran nodded: "Understood."
As time continues to advance in the smaller worlds, world consciousness has already emerged in several of them.
Looking at the world consciousnesses that were in crisis, Sang Zhitao instinctively drifted along the connecting lines to the world where Earth was located.
Sang Zhitao knew that they would teach the newborn consciousness and help it awaken into a true world consciousness.
She didn't rush to do anything; she just watched quietly.
Until the world consciousness of Earth was reincarnated as a girl.
She chuckled softly as she stood up and looked at everyone, saying, "I think I should go."
"You're going home?" Wang looked at the world, then at her, his expression understanding.
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "Before I go home, I need to go to another place to retrieve something."
The others didn't understand, but Wang, who knew about her past, did.
"I look forward to your triumphant return." He offered his blessings with a smile.
Seeing this, the others also bowed slightly and offered their blessings: "May you return in triumph."
Sang Zhitao nodded slightly and vanished in a wisp of green smoke.
To everyone's surprise, the wisp of smoke did not disappear immediately, but instead formed a light green door in place.
"This is a door that allows you to communicate with Earth. You are welcome to come and play," Sang Zhitao's voice came from inside the door.
"I will go," Wang replied with a light laugh.
Looking at the gate formed by blue smoke, Wang took a deep breath before saying, "Besides the trials required before creating a world, as mentioned earlier, all gods who have harmed the living beings of the world will be stripped of their power and memories and cast into the world to experience the suffering of life."
"Yes!" the crowd replied respectfully.
Sang Zhitao didn't care about what happened in the God Realm afterwards.
She believed that the gods, having experienced war, would not foolishly abandon a path already successfully trodden by choosing a path fraught with death.
As for her, ever since she created Earth, she has realized that her initial guess was correct: she had gone back in time and created the world that belonged to her.
Those worlds will subsequently be destroyed under the influence of rules and truth, and she, under the guidance of the world consciousnesses, will project her own image onto the timeline of each small world, using her life force to prolong their lives.
Arriving in the void once more, looking at the familiar place, Sang Zhitao waved her sleeve.
The little worlds hidden in the sleeve floated out one by one, each finding its own place and slowly merging with itself in this time.
As Sang Zhitao watched the small worlds merge and return to peace and tranquility after they had been damaged and polluted, she couldn't help but sigh.
There are tens of thousands of worlds here. Judging from the time it would take her to travel through them one by one, it would probably take nearly ten thousand years of human time to complete the restoration. She doesn't want to waste her time on this.
This time, the original appearance of the world was projected from the past and directly merged with the world here. Surprisingly, the world was restored in one go, which was an unexpected surprise.
Sang Zhitao wandered through these little worlds with a happy expression. Looking at each bright and beautiful world, she had a premonition that everything was about to end.
However, this premonition diminished considerably after she flew to the most remote corner and saw a withered little world.
With a slight lift of her hand, Sang Zhitao sent the withered little world flying into her palm.
A strand of her hair floated up and she went straight into the small world.
"Hiss!" Sang Zhitao quickly pulled out her hair.
The strand of silvery-white hair was neatly cut off, and the cut revealed a burnt black color.
Sang Zhitao's expression suddenly turned serious. She stared at the small world for a long time before giving a mocking smile: "I thought you would hide somewhere else, but it turns out you hid here."
She lightly touched the world with her fingertip, and a green light merged into it.
The dome outside the world flickered a few times before falling silent again.
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow and casually put the small world back on its original spot.
She glanced back at the distant Earth, rubbed her fingertips on her chin for a moment, then turned her gaze and flashed into the withered little world.
The alarm that had been silent for a long time, the one that connects the world, sounded again in the Earth base.
So when the alarm sounded, everyone was stunned for a moment before rushing toward World Square.
In the base commander's office, the newly appointed base commander, who looked to be in his forties, frowned as he listened to the alarm sound from its beginning to its end, his eyes fixed on the telephone on the desk.
This is a special means of communication unique to the base and Earth, an overly traditional and mechanical method, and also the least likely to be discovered.
"Base Commander?" The secretary, who was reporting on his work, couldn't help but remind him when she saw him like this.
"Hmm, I'll go take a look." The base commander withdrew his gaze and got up to leave.
The secretary was surprised by his sudden decision and hurriedly organized the documents in her hands to keep up with him.
The base commander paused slightly as he walked out, but ultimately said nothing.
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