The sound gradually goes from audible to silent.
But Gu Xingmiao still maintained his previous actions and did not retreat because of the other party's remarks.
The questioning seemed to be deliberately intended to disturb Gu Xingmiao's mind, making it impossible for her to think properly.
But Gu Xingmiao only felt that his consciousness was clearer and calmer than before.
The more the other party wanted her to lose her composure, the calmer she became.
But when the person hiding in the dark saw Gu Xingmiao's attitude, he seemed to let out an imperceptible sigh again.
He was in the void, and it seemed that several antlers had grown on his head. His aqua-blue eyes calmly looked at one scene after another. His image of a human upper body and a horse lower body looked strange and harmonious.
His whole body seemed to be shrouded in mist, and this mist was clearly the same substance as the mist on the island.
There was no expression of emotion on that divine face, and it was not even the appearance of a god that humans had created themselves in the course of their destiny.
Because humans themselves have human appearance, when shaping gods, they also irrigate them with the most beautiful image of humans.
But most real gods do not conform to human aesthetic standards, and some even look strange and hideous.
Characters like Nuwa and Houyi that appear in mythological stories are the most consistent images of gods in human imagination.
But that barely perceptible sigh added a touch of humanity to his originally distant and indifferent appearance.
When it peeked into the past from the memories of these human beings, of course this so-called past was also the future of "God".
Even if they are powerful today, they will completely disappear in the future. There will even be no serious writing to record their existence. Future humans will not even recognize them, or will be completely unaware that such a period of history existed.
Only human footprints remain.
There was no knowledge worth remembering in the minds of those humans outside. Their brains were in a mess, with waves of thick black color surging out, all of which were signs of their imminent death.
The remaining humans are too weak.
They are so weak that any creature that steals their knowledge and energy can make their bodies extremely weak or even devour them.
And Gu Xingmiao...
Same.
Her mind was also shrouded in layers of black haze, but beneath the haze there seemed to be a more surging and terrifying existence.
When someone tries to spy on it, it will stretch out its tentacles with bared fangs and claws, and repel anyone who tries to get close.
Even when He used His own power to explore, He could only barely see some things, but just touching them caused a violent backlash.
Of course, if He wanted to read those memories by force, it would be possible, but Gu Xingmiao would become a fool.
But it currently does not want this human being to disappear, and even sees another kind of hope in this human being.
It is not only the hope of the human race, but also the hope of them.
The brain is the most sophisticated instrument.
Whether it is the human brain, other demons and monsters, or ordinary animals—
The same is true for them.
"I can help you go home. Do you want to stay or go back?" He suddenly spoke when Gu Xingmiao was about to be unable to bear the inexplicable pressure.
Gu Xingmiao raised her head with some difficulty, her fingers clasped tightly in her palms, not knowing whether she had dug out blood.
"If you stay, this place can be like your world, and everything you want in life can return to its original state."
“If we go back... we will naturally return to that dry era, where it seems humans have no chance of winning.” The dry era he was referring to was naturally the future era of pollution and invasion.
Gu Xingmiao stared intently at the brightest spot of the light, and under the overwhelming force, she managed to sneer, "Go home?"
"Your whole story is fake, how am I supposed to get home?"
Apart from a certain amount of faith in that broken system, she didn't believe that any other external force that could bewitch her could send her back.
If the power of God is strong enough, if the power of God is strong enough to transcend time and space, then...
Why did gods disappear in the past?
Why don’t the gods who appear in the copy cross time and space, go to the future world, and find a place to survive again?
If God is truly omnipotent, He can do anything.
That should not be called God.
That should be called the Creator.
But it belongs to the greatest creator in the world, the natural world, and not to any living creature.
"I want to go home." Gu Xingmiao slowly uttered these five words.
His movements in the air clearly paused for a moment, but he heard Gu Xingmiao continue with the next sentence: "But not now."
"Although I don't know what you are, you brought me here, and even used my memories to create these scenes that are so real that I feel a little dazed..."
"But as you said, the pages of history are hidden in the gaps, and those gaps happen to represent your complete lack of understanding."
Gu Xingmiao appeared extremely calm and restrained when he said this.
Her speaking speed was neither fast nor slow, and as she spoke, strength seemed to gather behind her little by little.
"Behind me is not only me, but also my countless great ancestors from the past. They are all standing silently behind us."
Gu Xingmiao thought.
If there are no old things to resist pollution, then human beings will be completely invaded by pollution. Then they will rely on old things to survive in the future.
Isn't it equivalent to relying on the protection of past ancestors?
Human beings must not forget their roots.
And humans are also trying to find the root cause.
They want to find more memories from the past and the thick and sedimented chapters that have never been opened to protect them.
"Although I don't know which god you are, you must come from a world where humans have not yet developed..." As Gu Xingmiao spoke, he found that the scene around him became increasingly dull and shaky.
The colors of the library became increasingly transparent. Whether it was the rows of bookshelves, the flat ceiling, or the floor, these things that were originally created by illusions were disappearing.
"You only briefly read a few fragments of history from my memory, fragments of history that don't even occupy a single word in the history books."
“The past was incredibly glorious.”
"And I believe that one day in the future we will surely achieve victory."
Gu Xingmiao spoke clearly and was extremely firm when he said this.
The barrier in front of him finally disappeared completely.
She also saw clearly the figure in the fog not far away.
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