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The last ray of afterglow casts water droplets.

The water droplets refracted brightly, and the edges were plated with a circle of gold.

Jing Yingrong was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"I'm looking forward to your journey more and more."

She said, her tone was like looking forward to the blooming of a flower.

With a shallow smile and a drunken spring breeze, she is as usual at this time, real, alive, with human warmth and softness.

However, when Yinshan proposed to keep the Beast God alive for research and experimentation, although her expression did not change, she was still smiling, but her black pupils turned into a frozen ice field under the night.

"No, I want it to die."

Calm and soft tone, very polite.

But the outline of her figure reflected in Yin Shan's eyes seemed to become blurred, turning into a round mirror in a trance.

The cold light mirror is like a void of light, trying to devour everything in the world without discrimination.

Yin Shan's pupils trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, cupped his hands in silence, and then looked back at the water droplets.

The Beast God read the farewell in her eyes.

It could hear the conversation between the two clearly, and at this moment, its mind was completely clear, a peace it had never had before.

The water droplets produced sharp crystal edges from the inside as if they were frozen, like clusters of jagged ice fronts, cutting the water droplets to pieces.

It has also become disjointed.

Visible and intangible, qualitative and non-substantial, everything is falling apart, the origin of blood, memory consciousness, scattered like clouds in the wind.

Time stretches infinitely and slows down at this moment.

The collapsed starry sky flickered for the last time. It looked at the human-like face that brought it the end, and its consciousness flew past the shining memory stars one by one, and went to the depths of the universe.

Those were extremely ancient times.

The snow-capped mountain top woke up from an unknown number of sleeps, staring at the eternal sun and moon in a daze.

It feels bored and tired of endless sleep and growth. All the gods and spirits respect it, and its powerful power is useless.

Recalling that the last time it went down the mountain was hundreds of thousands of years ago, it was moved and decided to walk around.

Through the howling wind and snow, through the desolate Gobi, through the rushing river, through the forest of towering trees, through the miasma and transpiration of the big swamp and the boundless ocean, when you come to a warm, humid, open and flat area , it saw that kind of creature for the first time.

Unseen appearance, unheard sound, it hides itself and observes quietly.

These creatures are so weak, easy to get sick, easily injured, and die at every turn, as if they were born to be the food of other creatures.

The fact is the same, one day a black-haired creature rushed out of the forest and easily devoured them all.

It starts again.

A few years, ten years, or hundreds of thousands of years, I don't know how long it has passed, in another place, it met that kind of creature again.

This time they were more numerous and survived longer, but they were eventually wiped out by a flood.

It continued to wander the world, stopping and going, meeting that kind of creature time and time again.

Every time, it will stop and observe until the group dies out for various reasons.

The number of group individuals encountered is increasing, and the survival time is getting longer and longer.

It has witnessed the struggle and killing between groups and groups, as well as the integration and convergence.

Unknowingly, it seems that there are traces of this kind of creature in most places in the world.

They produced many things with different purposes, and the syllables they spit out became more and more complex and had a certain pattern.

It watched and listened, and naturally understood.

They call themselves and their kind "human beings", and they call those huge creatures with extraordinary powers and incomprehensible "gods".

They fear gods, worship gods, and pray to gods to protect their lives and homes, although there are always gods who eat them as food or trample them like insects.

It is a little disdainful.They thought that the gods were extremely powerful and immortal, but in fact, those so-called "gods" would not only die, but would also run away in panic or tremble when they saw it.

It thought that it was the god that fit their imagination.

Will it protect them if they ask for it?

It doesn't know.

These creatures are so weak that they have never been aware of its existence, and they have never prayed to it, so it is always just watching.

Why it has been observing, it does not know.

Maybe it's the things they created that make it feel novel, maybe it's the way they express their ideas that makes it interesting, maybe it's the symbols they leave on wood, stone, bone and other carriers that inexplicably attract it.

When it came back to its senses, its real body had grown into a human form.

It is the lord of all spirits, and those giant creatures imitate it and try their best to transform into human beings.

Transforming people is the goal of God.

At the same time, man begins to master the means of gaining power.

They get stronger little by little.

A series of new vocabulary appeared in the dialogue and exchange, such as cultivating the Tao and cultivating the truth, spiritual power, spiritual awareness and spells.

They no longer fear God.

They try to rebel against God.

They regarded God as an enemy and changed their names to demons and monsters.

It thought that he should also belong to the monster they talked about, but when it came to hostility, it didn't feel the least bit disturbed.

After all, they are still so weak.

The elephant does not consider ants to be rivals, nor has he considered them enemies.

Even if they launched a crusade against the monster, it would remain indifferent.In its eyes, other monsters are no different from ants.

The war between ants and ants, it overlooked for a long time from high above.

Later it returned to the snow-covered mountain top.

The monsters who successfully transformed into humans came to see it, and they said it was a human etiquette.

They wore human clothing, communicated in human language, and wrote in human words.

They told it that according to the classification standard established by the human race, their kind of monsters that can transform into humans are called "beast emperors".

Are you the Beast Emperor yourself?
It thought and thought and didn't think so.

I am much stronger than the Beast Emperor.

It remembered the original title.

So since then, it has a name.

……

It didn't expect that the ants would grow to that extent.

For the first time in his life, his deep sleep was disturbed.When it was forced to wake up, the ant that surpassed the elephant stood in front of it.

It suddenly realized that it turned out that it was also an ant.

It is a member of the demon clan's group of ants and is destined to be an enemy of another group of ants.

It doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes, it can't have nothing to do with it, it has to overcome them and control them.

This is the end of the matter, there is no other choice.

……

Sometimes it thinks, if it hadn't been on the sidelines, if it had participated in the development of the human race, if it had allowed the two groups of ants to live in harmony from the beginning.

How will it be now?

……

No if.

The stars faded away, and eternal darkness enveloped consciousness.

It ushered in a true long sleep.