The nature of the world

The silver-haired young man frowned slightly. His temperament was cold and cold, and at the same time, he was intimidating. At this time, his eyes of different colors were lowered, like two gems embedded in them.

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

They were just passers-by in this time and space. If they wanted to stay here, they would have to pay a huge price. The Sirens were very determined. The young man could only sigh slightly and brushed his palm across Sarah's forehead. The translucent flower branches opened and fell into the Sirens' arms.

"When the time comes, I will come and take her away. Just be careful."

"Thanks for your help."

The sirens bowed deeply to him and pushed the shell back into the sea. The curtain of sea water disappeared, revealing the evil god waiting on the shore.

Bethel looked angry. He had just had an argument with his brother and now he was not in a good mood towards Canaan.

"Now that I've shown you around, and everything is done, you can continue talking."

"I also..."

"Don't go too far!"

Seeing that the other party was like a cat with its fur standing on end, the silver-haired young man, who originally just wanted to make him laugh, fulfilled his promise and told a story.

As he listened, Besemai's thoughts began to spread. The silver-haired young man's voice was very soft, and his eyes were far away, as if he was looking at a distant place. It was like a dusty traveler sitting by the campfire, talking about his past experiences.

He felt that these stories were not simple, but the fate woven by the world tree was not yet complete. Besemai, who had not yet become a god, could not figure out the mystery and could only try his best to remember it.

He seemed to see the scaly sun in the sky, the monsters wandering on the earth, strife, killing, betrayal, death...conspiracy rampant, endless pain. The young evil god's heartbeat was like a drum, as if he had drunk wine brewed from the blood of sinners. These scenes would not appear in his wildest imagination, but they seemed to be understated in the other party's mouth.

“It’s really exciting...”

He licked his lips and praised sincerely: "I am beginning to believe that you are my brother. We are indeed of the same kind."

The silver-haired young man didn't say anything. After telling the story, he turned around and left.

If the original humans were gods, then Canaan was the evil of gods.

In fact, Mason had already thought about how to deal with Canaan from the beginning. Canaan was his second vest, but compared with Oreius, everyone kept a distance from this priest. He was like a statue on the altar, beautiful, holy, and no one approached him.

But if he wants to complete his idea, the current level of completion is far from enough. He must perfect Canaan's story and write it into the leaves of the World Tree, making Canaan a god, before he is qualified to explore the truth.

Besem was the first assistant, and the second assistant had already been chosen.

Canaan didn't plan to spend too much time on the other person. There was still a lot to do. This newly born world was very small, with only land and sky, and everything was easy to find.

He quickly found his destination. The wind blew up the robe of the silver-haired young man. The humans on the plain sighed and looked up in the direction of the other party. He looked ordinary. Compared with his brothers, his appearance was very ordinary, even too ordinary. He was in his forties, with his hands full of old knots. His eyes were calm and his beard was untidy.

But once his identity is known, no one can ignore this original human. He is the god who created plants and invented medicine and agriculture. He is closely connected with this land. It can be said that all gods such as the goddess of the earth, the god of medicine, the goddess of nature, etc. are his descendants. But now he is just an ordinary loser who doesn't want to receive guests.

"You have so many brothers and sisters, why did you only come to me?"

Grid muttered, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to let the other person in.

The silver-haired young man greeted us politely, his manner was neither hurried nor slow, calm and composed, which made people feel good about him.

After the two talked for a while, Grid could feel the other's genuine respect, which made the primitive human who had not yet become a god feel a little embarrassed. Although there were many brothers and sisters, none of them respected him as much as the other. So when he heard the other's request, Grid agreed without thinking.

"No problem, but what do you want my mark for?"

The young man did not say anything, but just looked at him silently. His eyes were of different colors, as if they were made of glass, which made people feel more pressured. When Grid could no longer bear it, he began to explain.

"Not now, but it will come in handy in the future."

It's the same as not saying anything.

But now that you've said it, you can't just not help, right?

Grid was a person who didn't like to cause trouble. Seeing him like this, he silently swallowed the rest of his words. As for whether he would do anything bad after taking his mark?

Didn't he know what this thing was? He just used his own power to mark the other person, symbolizing that this thing was mine. If it wasn't for Canaan's strong request, he wouldn't want to put this thing on the other person. After all, they were brothers in a sense.

As the original god of nature, Grid was undoubtedly a true god. He left his mark on the other's palm, which was a cluster of sprouting seedlings, symbolizing Grid's wish.

At this time, he has not yet given this life a name. But in the future, he will know that he wants to create a beautiful world full of plants.

He will live for this, die for this, travel to every corner of the world, plant countless plants, and then close his eyes and die completely amid the weeping of people and the embrace of plants.

His death, together with other original humans, will create a space under the world tree, carrying endless evil thoughts and continuing life for this world for thousands of years.

All the stories have not yet sprouted here, and all the fruits have already been determined to bear the price in the future.

So after bidding him farewell, Canaan continued on to the next stop. He had plenty of time to explore the land before going back.

Most of the original humans were doing nothing, and only a few were busy creating new species. The Warcraft Goddess glared at him fiercely, pouted and ran away. It seemed that she didn't like him very much.

The other blond man also ignored him, but Canaan recognized who he was. When the primitive humans started fighting, this man would become the first dragon in the world and create Dragon Island.

The girl who will become the mother tree of the elves and give birth to the elves has nothing to do every day. Her biggest hobby is to accompany Grid to observe the growth of plants. Thanks to the latter, she is particularly kind to the silver-haired young man.

The boy who killed the two siblings knew nothing about it, and the three of them chatted. This land was too barren. Canaan walked to the top of the mountain to see the sunrise and sunset, and when he walked to the edge of the earth, he looked at the growing land. The void in the distance was as black as ink, and occasionally there were a few wormholes in it, but it had no effect on the world tree.

This misshapen giant is both a threat and an anchor that stabilizes the world.

For some reason, the watch returned very slowly this time. After repeating this for a few days, Canaan finally understood why the original humans gradually began to create families. It was because it was too boring here. If they didn't do some interesting activities, it would drive people crazy.

Since many of the original humans didn't like him, the silver-haired young man had an idea and tried to promote the Landlord Fight among the original humans.

This drove people crazy, and they were so engrossed in the game that they didn't want to stop. Even the goddess of Warcraft, who hated Canaan the most, stopped making Warcraft and spent the whole day playing cards. Canaan was worried about what would happen if it affected the history of the original human beings' participation in the creation of the world, until he learned that the World Tree would take at least another 500 years to take shape.

This concept was first proposed by him, and it was quickly adopted by the primitive humans. Canaan suddenly lost all his worries. He repeated the boring and long days, building good relationships with the primitive humans, and gradually, they changed their views on Canaan. I don’t know if Grid let others know his preferences. Every time a primitive human recognized him, he would come over and give Canaan a mark.

After collecting all the marks, the silver-haired young man had a mysterious feeling.

After the Creator gave him the mark, everything in the world welcomed him. For endless years, anyone with the blood of these original humans would love him.

As Grid said, it's a sign of recognition.

In addition to these, Canaan often went to see the Sirens. As time went by, Shar's scales faded one by one, and finally turned completely black.

The Sirens were worried, but before Canaan could take any action, the others found him.

That day, after seeing Shar, he was kept by the Sirens.

The waves gently rolled up the silver-haired young man's heels, and the waves were rolling, shining with clear blue. They led him the way. Before Canaan saw anyone, he heard a soft voice.

"Jana, I want to ask you a favor."

As soon as he spoke, his figure appeared in the waves. It was a beautiful face that looked just like the stone statue. His temperament was shy and gentle, making it hard to associate him with the future god of the sea.

Although the young sea god was very shy, after such a long time, they were somewhat familiar with each other. Eudora said, "I hope you can take those sea sirens back to their homeland."

"You should know they want to stay."

"Yes, although I can keep them, this world is not suitable for them to live in."

The primitive human who had not yet become a god smiled, lowered his eyes, and spoke in a light tone.

"I am grateful that they are here. This is a very lonely world. It will take a long time for the expansion of the Mother Tree to be completed. Until then, we are all imprisoned here."

Creating a living thing is not an easy task, this era is not suitable for other life to exist. Even if something is created, it will quickly die under the breath of the World Tree, just like the Sirens.

That's why his brothers and sisters are so obsessed with creating creatures that can keep them company.

Eudora also wanted someone to accompany her, but he knew clearly that this was not good for the Sirens. Canaan naturally understood the reason. Every era has its own differences. The era when the Sirens really shined should be after the spread of magic elements, not the original era when the World Tree was expanding wildly.

Even without knowing this, Eudora was aware of one thing.

"I am not worthy of their love, at least not worthy of their lives."

Just as the Sirens were willing to give up everything to stay with him, he was also willing to send them back rather than stay here.

"Then you have to discuss this matter with the Sirens. If they are willing, I will take them away. Before that, I hope you can do me a favor and carve these words on the leaves of the World Tree."

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to go there and take a look."

The young man looked into the void in the distance. Eudora's eyes widened in disbelief: "You want to go to the world outside the protection of the Mother Tree? You will be swallowed by the chaotic current!"

"So I need the blessing of the World Tree and your help. Only by writing my own story can I have the opportunity to enter the void and see the scenery outside the void. In addition, this is also a necessary prerequisite for returning."

It was unknown how long the pocket watch would take to complete. According to the information he knew now, unless the pocket watch ran out of time, he could only return after being ejected from this world. Sarah was in a bad condition and special measures had to be taken.

Eudora thought about it and finally made up her mind. After confirming that it would not affect the mother tree, she agreed to go on a trip for Canaan.

The original humans would guard the World Tree in batches, and he had a good relationship with everyone, so he could indeed do it.

Canaan wrote something on the ground. Although she couldn't understand the words, Eudora still remembered them with her super memory.

Today, the two sisters were in charge of guarding the temple. They were both gods who joined the ranks of the Warcraft Goddesses in later generations and participated in the original struggle. The younger sister was outgoing, while the older sister was more reserved. When they saw Eudora coming, they were chatting under the tree and said with a smile, "Why are you here? It's not your turn today, is it?"

"I...I came to see you and brought you necklaces."

Eudora's eyes wandered as she quickly handed over the necklace. The scales of the sirens were smooth and round, and they looked very delicate when tied with a thin rope.

The younger sister looked slyly, "You're not going to do anything bad, are you trying to please us?"

Eudora was sweating so much that her elder sister tapped her on the head and said, "Okay, stop bullying Eudora. He is a coward."

"How did I bully him?"

"Why not bully me?"

"......"

While the two were busy arguing, Eudora hurriedly approached the World Tree and secretly carved those words on the leaves. It was the first time he did this, and sweat broke out on his forehead. When the last character fell, the ground suddenly shook. Something flashed outside the sky, emitting an irresistible aura.

Eudora was startled and quickly jumped down from the tree. The two companions had already stopped arguing and looked up at the sky vigilantly. Fortunately, Eudora's image was deeply rooted in everyone's hearts, so when he slipped back, he did not arouse suspicion.

That should be fine.

The young sea god thought secretly, and unconsciously cast his gaze into the distance.

The silver-haired young man stood at the edge of the world and the void, the waves gently pushed shells to him, but the sirens were nowhere to be seen. They obviously didn't want to go back, that's why they only sent shells.

Canaan placed the treasure-hunting mouse on the shell and took out his pocket watch and handed it to the other party.

"Wait for me here and keep an eye on Sarah. If anything happens, hold on to your pocket watch and don't lose it."

The treasure-hunting mouse squeaked twice and held on to the pocket watch, refusing to let go. Its small eyes almost flashed with golden light. It would never lose the pocket watch even if it died.

Seeing that it understood what he meant, Canaan withdrew his eyes and stepped into the void.

The moment he stepped out of the ground, intense pain spread from his feet upwards, and the violent void storm directly tore his body apart.

"Jigu, Jigu..."

The evil god was forced to awaken from the egg, and unlike any previous time, Mason's will was directly withdrawn. He did not break off contact with the vest, but he could not control the hatching evil god.

The ferocious monster stared at the void, with dense tentacles all around it. It hungrily preyed on everything around it, constantly increasing its own power. The leaves of the World Tree swayed slightly, and the Chinese characters flashed, emitting an inexplicable power.

[In the beginning, the World Tree gave birth to the world's first evil god. ]

[He is greedy and intoxicated, and even the void is his nourishment.]

Everything in front of him was shattered, the outlines of all things were distorted, and all that was reflected in the eyes of the evil god were lights of varying sizes.

The world tree is the biggest source of pollution, emitting energy continuously. The next biggest source is the primitive humans. From small things like sand and gravel to large things like living things, everyone is emitting energy and polluting each other.

All pollution is its food. The hungry god devours everything. Its head grows wildly until it is half the size of a baby, with a thin neck and chest. Behind the humanoid body are endless swaying tentacles that spread to every corner of the universe.

As if something had been angered, the tentacles were about to continue expanding.

At this moment – ​​the void was torn apart.

Countless cracks appeared in the space, and the densely packed eyes were cast towards Him, making the terrifying evil god seem small and powerless.

World tree, world tree, world tree world tree world tree world tree world tree...

Hatching, growing, covered in flesh and blood, covered in scales...

Endless monsters looked across time and space, everything grew on their backs, fate flowed in their mouths. Different postures, different races. Looking across the hole in the universe, the eyes of the evil gods bled.

——Is this a world tree or a monster? Or is the world itself a giant monster?

Life multiplies here like parasites. It holds up the heaven and earth. When it opens its eyes, it is daylight. When it closes its eyes, it is silence. Countless deformed monsters grow in the cracks of the universe, like a turtle with mountains on its back. Therefore, the descendants born on the turtle's back bow their heads and respectfully call it the "World Tree."

The evil god looked back.

Meet the gaze.

The world opened its eyes, thousands of tentacles moved, the sky was his skin, the earth was his flesh and blood. Humans, demons, and even future monsters were all his offspring.

One of the tentacles stretched out, and the marks on its surface twisted. The words written in Chinese transformed into hands and pulled it into the mouth.

Blasphemous roars flowed out, that was the giant beasts carrying the world communicating. The indescribable sound echoed everywhere in the universe, like evil music. The flesh tentacles stood still for a moment, and more words glowed.

[He is immortal and always roams the world, gestating in the egg.]

[Its egg once became a disciple of the Death Priest, but died in the outbreak of the God's evil. Afterwards, it became a member of the Star Land, guarding the World Tree.]

The treasure-hunting mouse shuddered and looked down to see the hands of his pocket watch spinning wildly. As the hands turned, a thin layer of flesh grew out of the monster, followed by arms, a head, and two legs.

His silver hair fell like silk, and Mason's mind suddenly fell into the abyss. When he opened his eyes again, it was already Canaan's perspective.

His heart was beating like a drum. The silver-haired young man was still standing at the edge of the world. It was pitch black in the distance. His body was glowing slightly, as if it was about to disappear.

The treasure-hunting mouse squeaked anxiously and ran towards the other party with its pocket watch in its mouth. The young man bent down to put it away, then picked up the mermaid in the shell. The figure gradually disappeared.

From afar, there was a song, sad and moving. The young man looked up, but saw no one.

The next second, they disappeared from where they were. The cracks in the void slowly healed, and the World Tree supported the heaven and earth, reinforcing itself over and over again. Only the words on the leaves continued.

[After a thousand years, its eggs were born again in the Black Mist Era. Its name is——]

Canaan

......

That is a very, very, very distant story.

The hymns spread throughout the ocean day and night. The Sirens dived into the deep sea, hewed stones, and built temples for the gods.

The shy primitive humans watched them silently, shielding them from the wind and waves and calming the waves.

The dark-skinned boy teased, "They are just a few little toys to amuse you. You won't be tempted by them, will you?"

"Don't talk about them like that, Beselmer."

"Oh, my dear brother. I can't believe you would kill me for such trifles?"

The corners of Besemai's mouth turned down, but he quickly returned to smiling.

"Okay, these little creatures do respect you. But don't you think they are lonely? Why not create some companionship for them? This will also make your ocean more wonderful."

Eudora didn't say anything. He still had a lot of things to do. To accept the sirens' prayers, to study how to create plants in the sea, to think about how to create something called "fish", these things were enough to occupy most of his time.

Until many years later, the sirens who accompanied him died one by one.

When the last siren died, her hair was gray and her face was old. The aliens had long lives and beautiful faces, but they would age quickly and die in the last few decades. Her voice was hoarse, but as gentle as ever.

"My Lord, please do not weep for us. We would rather die beside you than wander in loneliness forever."

The person sitting next to her sighed and regretted it for the first time. If she hadn't felt company, she might not have felt more lonely.

"...What should I do?"

The siren looked at each other lovingly: "Until one day, we will meet again."

Their bodies sank to the bottom of the sea, and the sea has been silent ever since.

The lonely sea god gazed at the sea in silence for a long time. Then he created a beautiful silver-tailed mermaid.

Then he remembered his brother's words.

So he summoned a violent wind and lightning and gave it life.

"From now on, you are the Siren, and the sea will always be with you; and you are the infinite sky, and the storm is your weapon and home."

Strong men and beautiful sirens bowed to him at the same time, and the first humans lowered their eyes. Waves surged under his feet, and the strong winds behind him gathered into glory. He came from the sea, and every word he said was divine.

"From today on, I will be your guardian deity."

"I am the god of the sea, Eudora."

Thus was born the first sea god.

Ten years later, monsters were born. They were distributed in every corner of the earth and became the first inhabitants. They multiplied and lived in the mountains and forests. The original humans either merged with them, became gods, or started to create other creatures.

Hundreds of years passed like this, and human beings were born.

They were not as strong as their parents, and they feared the monsters lurking in the darkness, so they prayed to the Creator for something that could illuminate the night like the sun. The silver-haired girl stood on the highest hill, looking far into the endless darkness and hearing the prayers of humans.

"I want to be like the sun, illuminating the night. Even if I can't be as warm and powerful as him, I will illuminate the world in my own way."

She leaped down the mountain, her figure disappeared in midair, replaced by a bright celestial body. The full moon slowly rose, casting its cool light on the land, dispelling the endless darkness.

A gigantic demon beast soared across the sky, covered in moonlight, following the god ahead.

The first humans who walked the earth fell in love, and their descendants spread across the continent.

The flourishing World Tree spreads its branches and leaves, blending into the whole world. Its fruit falls, and new energy bursts out from it, spreading in all directions over the long years, and is later called the magical element. The real leaves wither, and each one will add more vitality to this land. Until the vast tree is completely integrated into this world, its will will transcend everything and take root in a space that only the strongest can glimpse.

And in this process, destiny was finally fulfilled. The leaves of the World Tree swayed slightly, silently erasing the conflicting parts.

Beisemai, who was thinking about what to play today, suddenly paused. When he opened his eyes again, he was full of confusion, as if he had forgotten something.

What did you forget?

As he was thinking, the goddess of beasts shouted, "What are you doing there? Besemai, Ando wants us to meet him!"

The evil god came back to his senses and jumped down the hill briskly: "Here I come!"

He didn't notice that he had forgotten something. The existence of the silver-haired young man was erased from his mind, as if he had never known him.

One day, thousands of years later, a guest came to the bottom of the sea. He passed through the obstacles of huge monsters and arrived at the underwater garden.

The stone statue standing in the center of the garden opened its eyes, and the other party bowed respectfully: "Lord Poseidon, I have been ordered to make a deal with you."

"It's been a long time since anyone has called me that. Who sent you?"

"That's not important. What matters is the content of the deal."

After hearing what the other party said, the statue flatly refused: "Impossible."

“This is indeed a difficult thing for you. Whether you agree or not, this is our respect.”

The other party took out a stone that was shaped like a moon and a pupil. After seeing it, the voice of the statue suddenly became low, with suppressed anger.

"Where did you get this?"

The other party avoided answering and just bowed to him: "We await your reply."

The seabed was surging, and he only needed to think about it, and the other party would die here. But in the end, the statue did nothing, and watched the other party leave in silence.

When the underwater garden returned to silence again, black slime surged out from under the statue.

"This guy has the aura of the Moon God."

"Go back, Beselmer."

"Hey, don't be so mean to your brother. I miss the old you more."

Before the other party kicked him back, Bessemite changed his words in time: "Don't say these words. What are you going to do? Agree or refuse?"

"......"

"You can only agree, right? Your power is no longer able to suppress the two of us. The only way is to use the blood sacrifice of the fanatics as he said - you won't be reluctant, right?"

Besemai laughed. They were now one and could sense what the other was receiving. The threads of faith were trembling in the air and could be brought into dreams at any time.

The stone statue moved its mind and kicked the opponent back into the ground, firmly nailing him at the entrance. The black slime flowed back into the ground, condensing into a vague human figure.

He looked up at the bottomless darkness, just as he had done for countless years. Besemai was always like a naughty child, perhaps because he knew that no matter what he did, the other gods would forgive him. In the long years under the world tree, they were each other's only ones.

"What a shame! Why has everyone changed?"

After a while, the evil god sighed softly.

"I promise you."

Following his voice, something in the darkness moved.