Chapter 320 Awakening and an Attempt to See This Group that Rules Over Various Races...
Seeing the clan leaders who commanded various tribes staring intently at her, Sang Zhitao always felt a chill run down her spine.
"What's wrong?" she asked cautiously after instinctively taking a step back.
"Peach, could you create a world right now so we can see it?" It was Mist who spoke first.
They had just discussed it together, and initially planned that the younger Yun would communicate with Sang Zhitao.
“You’re about the same age as her, so it should be easier to communicate with you.”
Hearing Lei say that, Yun couldn't help but roll her eyes and said speechlessly, "Almost the same size? I'm eighteen million years older than her!"
"I am 19 million years older than her."
"Twenty-one million years..."
"three……"
"Alright!" Yun Wuyu interrupted the others who were reciting their ages like a menu.
Taking a deep breath, she carefully floated towards Sang Zhitao, rehearsing in her mind what she would say later.
Her movements were so slow that she barely covered half a meter in about a minute.
Fog, who was always rather impatient, couldn't help but drift over to Cloud and try to urge her on.
"cloud……"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Yun stopped what she was doing and looked at him thoughtfully.
Wu felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, and after thinking for a moment, she cautiously asked, "What's wrong?"
Yun hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Were you talking to Tao the whole time?"
Wu was taken aback by her question: "Ah... um."
Yun rolled his eyes a few times before stepping back to where everyone was discussing matters. Looking at the others, he said, "Wu and Tao have dealt with each other before, so I think it's more suitable for him to go."
Everyone turned their gaze to the fog, which, startled by their stares, drifted back a short distance.
"Then it's up to you!" Grass, the leader, stepped forward and patted Mist on the shoulder.
Seeing this, the others patted him on the shoulder one by one.
Wu glanced at Yun, then at the others who were pretending not to be looking at him, took a few deep breaths, and then exhaled heavily before drifting towards Sang Zhitao.
"Momo, why don't you give it a try?" Kirimi Komatsu didn't reply, so she quickly urged her.
Sang Zhitao glanced back at the king, and after receiving his nod of approval, she looked at Wu and nodded: "Okay."
Everyone else was overjoyed upon hearing this.
Especially spirits, deities whose physical forms can be seen, were even tinged with a pinkish hue.
"It's pink?" Sang Zhitao looked curiously at the tentacles that were approaching her.
The pale yellow tentacles seemed to be draped in a layer of pink gauze, giving them an indescribable dreamlike quality.
“This means you’re happy,” Wang said softly as he stepped forward.
Sang Zhitao turned her head to look at his tentacles: "Hmm?"
She hadn't expected the king to be so happy, but to her surprise, the tentacles were covered with a layer of barely perceptible powder.
The king seemed to have noticed her gaze and quietly hid the tentacle behind him.
"Come quickly~" In the middle of the main hall, Wu and the others had laid out a thick blanket in a short period of time.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips and walked to sit down on the blanket.
She no longer needs to capture insights to create the world, as she did before.
She stretched out one of her tentacles, and a light green light emanated from between her eyebrows. Soon, a sphere the size of a ping-pong ball appeared on her tentacle.
Basic structure, creature design, evolutionary tendencies—these gradually emerge within this small sphere.
The initial creation process was no different from that of other gods, which made everyone increasingly curious about where Sang Zhitao's success rate came from.
"It can't really be just talent..." Yun couldn't help but sigh.
"Probably not..." Cao's voice was also a little weak.
"Shh!" As the two were talking, another god suddenly interrupted them.
Only then did the two turn their attention to Sang Zhitao in the middle.
But they discovered that she made a move different from what they had done before.
"What is that...?" Yun couldn't help but frown and whisper.
“Divinity.” Grass frowned, looking at Sang Zhitao with disbelief in her eyes. “Why?”
Sang Zhitao opened her eyes and looked at the small world in front of her. In a short while, she arrived in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.
“Humans are born with divinity, demonic nature, and humanity.” Sang Zhitao looked at the two gods. “I’m just making the divinity of some people a little higher.”
"What happens if you have high divinity?" Yun looked at her with a face full of doubt.
"People with a high level of demonic nature are born with evil, like demons on earth."
"People with high moral character may be born good, but they may also allow themselves to make selfish and callous choices. This is human nature."
“High divinity…” Sang Zhitao watched as the history of the small world seemed to accelerate a hundredfold, arriving at another time of war.
Sang Zhitao pointed to a woman in the small world, a woman dressed in rags, driving alone.
There were no clothes, jewelry, or provisions in her car.
The car was filled with boxes of books, history books written by generations of her family.
"She is continuing history and laying the foundation of humanity for this country, where the divinity will naturally be above all else."
As she spoke, Sang Zhitao raised her head and looked at everyone: "I did not change their fate. I just naturally pity them and love them. So I will give some people the ability to have a natural divinity that is superior to their humanity."
“Love… pity?” Wang looked at Ling.
Ling looked back at him, and the two of them recalled the world where they found Sang Zhitao, and the several times Sang Zhitao questioned them after they came here from there.
"Is that enough? Is this enough punishment for destroying a small world?"
Such questions kept popping into their minds at that moment.
"Love and compassion?" Yun frowned as she looked at the small world. "Those insectoids... no, the people, they..."
"We are no more noble than them, are we?" Sang Zhitao chuckled as she cast a thick fog before the mountains where women traversed the world, obscuring the bandits' vision.
"Even gods can tear their souls apart to survive, so why can't humans sacrifice themselves for their ideals?"
The woman arrived at the third mountain, but this time Sang Zhitao did not help her stop the bandits.
"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine! If you want to pass, leave your toll!"
Thin, weak men carrying hoes and sickles blocked the mountain path, staring intently at the lone woman in front of them.
Their gaze swept over the woman's muddy and bruised calves, then over her tattered but exquisitely made clothes, up at her no longer neatly styled hair, and finally settled on her tired face and her strikingly bright eyes.
"Woman, we can save your life, just give us money!"
"If you have no money, leave your jewelry and fine clothes behind!"
The bandits swallowed hard and carefully surrounded the woman.
The woman looked up at the desolate surroundings, then at the bandits whose faces were forced into a fierce expression, and asked somewhat dazedly, "Is this the Jing Kingdom?"
The bandits were taken aback, and all looked at their leader.
The leader looked the woman up and down before nodding.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted: "Jingguo... I've finally arrived."
Suddenly relieved of the strain, the woman collapsed in front of the carriage.
"You!" The bandit leader was startled and instinctively reached out to help the woman.
The woman waved her hand and said, "It's alright, I'm fine."
She propped herself up and looked at the bandits, as if she finally understood what kind of people she was facing.
"I have no money, only a cartload of books, which are worthless to you brave warriors." She looked at the crowd with a wry smile, her eyes filled with relief. "If you brave warriors spare my life, I will do so. But please, when you encounter other people, whether they are scholars, merchants, or officials, ask them to help deliver the books to the Cai family in Qingzhou."
The bandits seemed surprised by the woman's words and all looked at their leader.
The gods beyond the world are watching the bandit leader in the small world.
Sang Zhitao suddenly raised her hand and tapped it lightly, and time in the small world immediately stopped flowing.
"To hungry, greedy bandits, books are no different from weeds on the ground. It's pointless to search for their books afterward. What do you think they would choose?"
How to choose?
This question has been on everyone's mind.
None of them were newly born deities. Apart from Sang Zhitao, the youngest spirit present had lived for nearly ten million years.
Each of them possesses tens of thousands of small worlds, some of which are newly born, some are at their peak, and some are already on their way to their end.
They witnessed many humans who, according to Sang Zhitao, possessed a divine nature that surpassed their humanity, but their world always seemed to lack something, to the point that demonic humanity ultimately ruled everything, leading to the world's destruction.
"Would you kill this woman and eat her?" Yun looked around, somewhat hesitant.
"Let her have the baby?" Mist continued.
"It's not impossible that they might agree," Ling added.
"You could make a good amount of money catching and selling them." Cao was also very interested in this.
Wang looked at Sang Zhitao, then at the small world: "He will choose to release the woman."
Everyone looked at him in unison: "Really?"
Will it?
Everyone had their own doubts, even the women in that small world had theirs.
Would they? Would the bandits agree to her request? Would they let her go? Could these books really be delivered to Qingzhou as she wished?
Yes...
Sang Zhitao's voice echoed softly in the empty hall: "Yes!"
Time moves forward in the small world.
The bandit leader looked at the woman and nodded solemnly: "Miss Cai."
The woman paused for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.
The bandit leader waved his hand, signaling his men to make way: "I have heard your story and respect your character. I am willing to escort you all the way to Qingzhou."
The bandits did not question their leader or offer any rebuttal. They simply put away their tattered weapons and silently walked to stand behind the vehicle.
The woman stared at him blankly for a long time, and then a smile brighter than the sun bloomed on her tired face: "Okay!"
"Divinity..." The gods far beyond the heavens watched as this group embarked on their journey, and fell silent for a moment.
"Is divinity the key to conquering death?" Wang looked intently at Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao silently took out her previous world from her sleeve.
Countless miniature worlds filled the hall, with several miniature worlds floating around each person.
They watched as the creatures in these small worlds encountered one apocalyptic crisis after another, and witnessed them being repeatedly possessed by demonic and human nature, causing all sorts of tragedies.
But it is always at this time that some people with divine qualities appear, shining a ray of light into the hearts of those whose hearts are occupied by darkness.
"Don't humans hate saints?" Yun pointed to a small world, a world that resembled modern society, where a group of netizens were commenting on a book.
"Humans hate the saint who prioritizes humanity above all else, rather than the saint who possesses divinity. When people reach the end of their lives, they all hope to have a soft-hearted saint by their side, rather than a demon."
“Perhaps the most important thing is to have pity on them.” Wang looked at Sang Zhitao. “Because of pity, there is care; because of pity, there is expectation; because of pity, there is divinity.”
Sang Zhitao sat silently in the middle of the hall, a ball of light the size of a football forming in her arms.
She lowered her eyes, undisturbed by anything around her, radiating a pale green light, like a true god descending to earth, her face bearing a kindness and compassion they had never seen before.
Green light continuously merged into the small world in her arms. They could feel that it was a power far exceeding that of everyone present, a kind of divinity that even they could sense, being injected into a world that was naturally capable of containing gods.
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