From the collapse of the tower to its disappearance, from the vanishing of the world to its rebirth, what seemed like an eternity in the space of the World Tree was but a fleeting moment for the people on Earth.
The commander-in-chief felt his mind go blank for a moment, and when he looked up again, everything around him returned to normal.
Something seems different from before. The trees seem more lush and green. The plants, which looked strange even after recovering from the various devastations of the apocalypse, now seem exactly the same as before the apocalypse.
It's as if the destruction caused by the apocalypse is just their illusion.
The zombies that once littered the ground have completely disappeared. Only the claw marks left on the ruins of the high-rise buildings and the crystal core of the ground, which has completely lost its power and vitality and become an ordinary stone, indicate that everything they experienced was not an illusion.
The sky remained a chaotic blur, with a dark red substance enveloping the Earth.
As the flames shot into the sky and turned into golden light, the surrounding curses and doubts turned into cheers. People stared wide-eyed at the sky that was bathed in golden light, as if it were a grand celebration.
People seemed to see a giant blade cleaving through the chaotic eggshell of the sky, and a golden light resembling a human figure slashing fiercely down at the heavens. It was burning, and the falling golden light was the ashes of the burnt body, which, along with the sunlight, scattered all over the ground.
Golden ashes fell to the earth, and the desolate land was revitalized.
Suddenly, a clean and clear water source flowed continuously, and new shoots sprouted from the scorched black soil, giving the chaotic earth a renewed vitality.
The heavens and earth rise higher, the world expands, the sky is higher, and the earth is more solid.
People laughed and shouted with joy—
Look! A miracle has happened!
Afterwards, a myth re-emerged in the Eastern lands, led by the Yanlong Kingdom, and remained familiar to everyone for a long time afterward.
[In the beginning, when heaven and earth were in chaos, a god was born within them. After eighteen thousand years, heaven and earth were separated; the clear yang became heaven, and the turbid yin became earth. The one who created the world was a god among men.]
There are other records later.
[Some are gods, their bodies becoming the world; their eyes are the sun and moon, day when they are open, night when they are closed; their bones are grass and trees, their blood is rivers, their tears are rain, their breath is wind and clouds, and their voice is thunder.]
However, the records of the Western lands are quite different from those of the Eastern lands.
[The Creator God saw the chaos of the world and said, "Let there be light," and light came down from the sky. He separated the heavens and the earth and created plants, and stars and the sun appeared in the sky...]
That's a story for another time. But the existence of myths signifies the continuation of history. There will always be people who write these myths, perhaps exaggerating or truthfully depicting the image of the so-called "gods" in people's minds.
The commander looked up and saw that the red moon had returned to its original brightness. Helmod sent a message saying that the moon had enough technology to carry the scientists back to Earth.
Helmod, on the other hand, represents human technology, which is revitalized by the technology destroyed by the apocalypse and will lead human technology to continue.
Hermod's wish was to lead humanity's technological continuation.
This is perhaps the only one among the five whose wish was originally noble and selfless; even Tokine changed it halfway through.
The commander-in-chief stretched out his hand, the warm golden ash making his heart feel empty and heavy. He looked in one direction, where Shi Yin's family was, under the strict protection of the country, standing aside in case of any emergency.
However, they showed no sign of pain; they reveled just like everyone else, only a hint of confusion lingered in their eyes.
"That god who centralized power and tyrannical rule is dead!" someone shouted excitedly amidst the chaos. "The era of humankind has finally arrived."
"That god is really something. I remember He used to be human too, how could He become like this?" someone muttered softly, then scratched his head in confusion: "Who was it again? I can't remember?"
The commander-in-chief stood frozen in place, his heart sinking.
He seemed to realize that Shi Yin had lied to him in the end. Shi Yin's confident demeanor told him that she would handle everything, just as if she herself could come back.
But……
"Shiyin." The headmaster turned around. "That person's name."
"Shiyin?" Upon seeing the leader turn around and answer, the people behind him were flattered, but then looked at each other and scratched their heads.
"This doesn't sound like the name of a god."
This is how they described it.
They began to discuss how the names of gods could sound more noble: Nuwa? Pangu? Fuxi? Yuanshi Tianzun?
After all, the name Shiyin doesn't sound grand at all; it sounds like an ordinary person's name. If it were written into mythology, it would definitely be the most unremarkable name.
If the discussion were to take place in other countries, the issue of names would likely be further removed, since in other countries, gods would have strange, difficult-to-pronounce, yet sound very grand and prestigious names.
They were having a lively discussion.
The commander-in-chief turned around numbly.
He took out his phone, but the screen was still showing a page about Tonghua.
[Commander: I'll settle the score with you when I get back (smiling.jpg) x10]
There was no reply from the other end.
The name he remembered clearly, which he had saved as "Xiao Shiyin," had become a blank string of code. Even the replies on the other side of the chat page were gone. He was just sending text messages one after another to a non-existent person like a madman.
It was like a one-man show.
Is the golden ash in the sky what she looked like after she burned?
Later, under the leadership of the General Leader and other elite leaders, the Yanlong Kingdom ended the brief but sharp rule of the strongest in the apocalypse, which later became a symbol of the beginning of a new era.
The leader had a dream, a dream of a time before the end times began, a time when everything had not yet changed.
At that time, they were terrified by the news of the apocalypse. Under the pressure and demonstration of Shi Yin's strength, they began to fight fiercely. At that time, Shi Yin and the others did not need to step in to solve problems many times, and it was still an easy time.
However, Shi Yin always seemed unhappy. The leader's psychological skills were quite good, and having worked her way up to this position, she had a keen eye for people and a precise understanding of their character. Shi Yin's profile showed that she had suffered from depression due to precocious puberty, but later recovered on her own.
But the commander-in-chief could tell at a glance that she hadn't healed herself; she just didn't say it. She had always been living in her own pessimistic little world, and her depression had never really gotten better.
Some have summarized several fatal dilemmas: being poor but having a beautiful wife, being powerless but wealthy, being weak but precocious...
So, the Consul General, Shi Yin, came to his back garden, which was specially maintained by someone. His daughter loved fairy tales when she was young, so he specially created this flower field.
The Consul General remembers that Shion was very happy, not in a bouncy or jumping manner, but with her eyes wide open, and her eyes briefly brightened at that moment.
Gone is the numbness and oppressive indifference; the darkness is clear, reflecting the blue sky and flower fields, like a mirror that reflects the world.
That day, Shi Yin sat under the tree and worked hard for a long time to weave a strange flower wreath. It broke when she picked it up, but when she was focused on doing something, the gloomy atmosphere disappeared briefly.
The commander-in-chief didn't know why he had such a brain fart, but he went over and sat down with Shi Yin.
The soil was dirty, and his well-tailored suit was quite expensive. Besides, how could he sit in the flower field like a child, so unladylike?
Moreover, he even got playful and secretly made a flower wreath, then quietly came up behind Shi Yin, intending to put it on her from behind and give her a surprise.
As a result, just as his hand was hovering in the air above Shi Yin's head, Ye Shaoheng suddenly arrived. He came to report on his work, together with Lin Beiyue.
Shi Yin turned around blankly, startling the leader. He loosened his grip and the wreath fell to the ground. Shi Yin subconsciously squinted, and the wreath landed right on her head.
The size of the wreath was miscalculated; it seemed a bit too big. It slipped slightly off her head and covered Shi Yin's eyes. As a result, everyone was surprised to see the usually upright and imposing Shi Yin momentarily stunned, clumsily but carefully straightening the wreath.
Then, in a fit of pique, he pinned the ugly wreath in his hand—which had almost lost all its petals due to excessive force and carelessness—onto the head of the leader's head.
Ye Shaoheng was unconvinced and clamored that he wanted one too. Lin Beiyue sighed helplessly and sat down to teach Shi Yin for a long time before she finally taught Shi Yin to make up a decent one.
Those were brief, warm, and beautiful memories.
Warm, yet heartbreaking.
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