Inheriting the accumulation and persistence of forty generations, passing on the torch from generation to generation, from generation to generation——
——He understood everything and made the final decision. In an instant, thousands of flowers blossomed on the old god.
It turns out that forgetting is for the purpose of remembering.
It turns out that numbness is for the purpose of being awake.
It turns out that erasure is for the sake of rebirth.
Finally, the shadow of the times completed its iteration, the gears of civilization began to turn, and the numb people opened their eyes and rushed towards the ideal country that had been established.
——In the name of order, all the ways will be unified.
——To fulfill a long-lasting wish and to end reincarnation.
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No one dares to say what this path will be.
Civilization will be like a thousand petals of flowers hanging on the branches of a pear tree, blooming one by one, with branches and vines growing in different directions, tapping into the deepest "possibilities" of each era.
——Tens of millions of branches were born, and billions of figures walked out.
——Exhaust all possibilities and reincarnate into billions and billions of paths.
The lotus root is broken, but the blood is also connected.
The grass and trees are growing.
Spring mountains are in sight.
The god surrounded by white tentacles is high in the sky.
Kuilan's Ring of Time flashed on his index finger. His eyes were full of realization as he looked at the pieces of "pudding" on the ground.
The river of time swirled around him, and his forehead, shoulders, and fingertips were stained with countless water surfaces, like countless original reflections.
The entire civilization seemed to overturn and be reborn in disintegration.
Under the tentacles of white wings, the young man's face was the color of marble. No one could have imagined that his age was not even comparable to any short era.
This is a beauty that cannot be described in words. It is the shock of an entire civilization and countless eras transformed into a visual picture scroll.
It seems as if dreams and reality are blending with each other, and the shadows of the times are cutting, flowing, and walking together.
And he blinked and smiled slightly.
——It turns out that 'you' can be anyone.
No one is without contribution in this swim. Even the ordinary you who spends your life contributing emotional fuel to the Millennium Ark.
Billions of us are born into the world, billions of us live our lives, and the accumulated emotions are passed down from generation to generation...
Please pile up your bones and end up on the path of ten thousand ways home...
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Holy.
Holy...
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[It seems that he understands,]
He knows why the sacred fire on Mount Olympus burns.
[It was not for one person to defeat another, but for the opportunity to show off the indomitable spirit of mankind to the gods. The limitations of fate may be permanent, but the indomitable challenge cannot be absent for a moment.]
【——"I and the Altar of Earth"】
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