The weather is full of clouds, sprouting from this beginning, then dividing heaven and earth, starting to establish heaven and earth, opening yin and affecting yang, distributing vitality, so as to breed harmony, this is human nature. The first Pangu was born, and the last one was incarnated. Qi formed wind and cloud, sound became thunder, left eye was the sun, right eye was the moon, limbs and five bodies were the four poles and five mountains, blood was the river, tendons and veins were the earth, muscles were the soil, hair and mustache were the stars, fur was the vegetation, teeth and bones were the gold and stone, essence was the pearl and jade, sweat was the rain, and all the insects in the body were affected by the wind and became the common people. Pangu created human beings. At the same time, in order to better manage the world, Pangu created the leaders of human beings, the gods. At this time, the beginning of human beings was also the beginning of myths.
The first century was known as the Golden Age. In this century, human beings lived a carefree and happy life in the world created by Pan Gu. They didn't know what labor was and what sadness was. The humans of this century had strong bodies and god-like strength. They did not have to worry about disease or death. They knelt down devoutly. When a person lived a long life, their soul would turn into an elf that surrounded the land. However, this period of time lasted for a hundred years before it quickly ended. Because the gods didn't want humans to have the same power as gods, the gods tried to enslave humans. Thus, a war broke out among the gods. Countless people shed their blood and sacrificed their lives in an attempt to conquer the City in the Sky. The immortal gods were afraid, so they used tricks to seal the power of humans. Therefore, the gods brought terrifying helpers, wild beasts, diseases, and death. Humans began to escape. The legendary leaders of humans were the Three Sovereigns, Fuxi, Shennong, Youchao, and Nuwa. They were giants that stood tall between heaven and earth. He led people to cut through the thorns and cut open the desolate ignorance. The world glowed with the hope of life. He was the backbone of the earth. Their ancestors had struggled in the wilderness, shedding their blood to extend their lives, cutting thorns, opening up a path for survival, advancing wave after wave, their bodies of flesh and blood soaked in the mud, mountains of corpses leading to the bright front…
An ancient ballad rang out in the distance, and a desolate song of weeping blood resounded throughout the nine provinces.
"The broken mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth,
Began mankind's path to survival
The dried mud is the blood of the earth,
The mountain-like bones were the sorrow of their ancestors.
Who else remembered that Suiren-Shi had lit up the future of the human race?
How can I forget that Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs?
Does anyone know that Goddess Nvywa shed blood to mend the heavens and used her flesh and blood to allow the human race to continue to prosper?
The hope of your ancestors flows in your blood.
No one can forget them,
The blood of the heavens, the essence of the earth, the battle of yin and yang, the weeping blood, the black yellow.
No one could forget the blood and tears of their ancestors.
They left a spark for humanity, but the legendary heroes were forced to leave. They walked towards the unknown and boundless space, drifting endlessly, avoiding the pursuit of the gods.
The second century was known as the Silver Age. In this century, humans were no longer as happy as they were in the first century. They had no power. Humans were struggling to survive, but they still did not yield. The King of Gods, Hanos, decided to punish humans. He sank the land where humans lived into the dark underground palace, and the humans there did not feel joy, anger, sorrow, or joy. They did not know what was sadness or happiness. Humans were still fighting. Shattered mountains and rivers, human figures were everywhere, charging across the vast land. This was a tragic scene. There were millions of corpses, blood flowing, rivers and mountains splitting apart. The leaders of the human race, the five emperors, the Yellow Emperor, the Gold Emperor, the White Emperor, the Red Emperor, and the Green Emperor, led the humans out of the dark underground. The price that the humans paid was that the five emperors and the outstanding humans would forever sink into Hades 'Hell. They had the power comparable to the main gods and should have been immortal. They should have stood at the peak of the world and never reincarnated and buried underground.
This was the legendary war of the primordial gods. The first and second centuries were called the primordial era. The war of the gods ended with the defeat of humans. In the end, humans were enslaved, and their fate became gloomy and bleak.
The third century was known as the Bronze Age. Mankind had completely lost the courage to resist. Mankind was now worshipping the so-called gods who had slaughtered our ancestors. Thus, the world was created by God in the Book of Revelation. The blood and tears of the distant ancestors became God's punishment for heresy. The gods thought that they were high and mighty, treating all living beings like ants, and treating all living beings as weak aliens. In this century, humans were worshipping those hypocritical gods in the temple.
The fourth century, which had no specific name, was usually called the "Age of Heroes." The humans living in this century were braver and fairer than the previous eras. They would possess power and wisdom close to that of gods. Hence, they were called heroes. In the end, these heroes were all involved in a cruel war (the War of Deicide). They stepped on the blood of countless ancestors, followed the footprints of their ancestors, and the corpses of their ancestors guided them forward. In the end, the heroes broke through the city in the sky, and mankind finally obtained fairness, justice, and equality. However, the heroes died in this war. In the end, they were able to enjoy a happy and stable life. They had no worries and did not have to worry about food and clothing.
Old man, you're lying. The strongest person right now, Brian, is a Martial Saint. How can there be a god-level master? The Church's Divine Priest of Light said that humans can't become gods at all. Gods are omnipotent. You're a heretic. Don't say that you're my adoptive father. I'm afraid I'll be sent to the inquisition.”Wushuang shouted. Wushuang's surname was Zhao, and they lived in a small town. Old man, you're lying. The strongest person right now, Brian, was a Martial Saint. How could there be a Divine level expert? The Light God Priest of the church said that humans could not reach the level of a God. God was omnipotent. You heretic, don't say that you're my adoptive father. I'm afraid I'll end up in the inquisition.”Wushuang shouted. His surname was Zhao, and he lived in a small town. This name seemed to have a bit of oriental mystery. Most of his hunting income was spent on the old guy's wine. The old guy was Wushuang's father. When he was eight years old, Wushuang knew that this old guy was not his biological father. Although eight years old wasn't considered too old, it was enough for him to know some general knowledge. At the very least, from a genetic perspective, it was absolutely impossible for this black-eyed old fellow to give birth to a son with green eyes.
Therefore, after he was eight years old, he refused to call the old man " Dad ".
As for Wushuang's background, the old fellow could not tell. It was just that on a snowy day, when he opened the door, he saw a package. When he opened it, it turned out to be a child! Wu Shuang curled her lips in disdain. Every time Wu Shuang refused to get him wine, he would say this, hoping that Wu Shuang would sympathize with his father and get him wine!
By the way, the old man was an old drunkard, and Wu Shuang was a little drunkard. The reason for this phenomenon was that when he was young, he was so hungry that he cried. This shameless old fellow actually took wine and fed it to the little guy to slack off. In the end, before the little one could stop drinking, the old man started the drunkard training program. This caused the little guy's alcohol tolerance to increase to a terrifying level. When he was thirteen years old, the old guy was already unable to drink more than him. Two years ago, when this poor family could not support two large numbers of drunkards at the same time, the old man shamelessly announced a ban on Wushuang.
The old man always taught him some random things, such as writing, the art of war, meditation, and staff techniques. The old man always insisted that it was spear techniques, but in Wu Shuang's young mind, it was just staff techniques. There was no difference between a wooden stick with a sharp point and a wooden stick. There were no guns in the world, they were all swords and sabers. However, later on, Wu Shuang found that this sharp rabbit was quite good. There were no living creatures within a thousand steps, and it was very practical for hunting. The old man also taught him some illusions, fighting spirit, and fighting spirit. However, he always felt dizzy and his eyes hurt from practicing the illusion. Wushuang always felt that the old man was deliberately bad. There was no such thing as fighting and closing dual cultivation in the world. It was just an illusory legend. Although I doubt
But he still persevered. He practiced very hard. Every time he practiced, the old man would not give any comments. At most, he would hold a bottle of wine and squat at the side, drinking and watching. There was no praise or dissatisfaction in his eyes. He was always drunk and hazy.
It wasn't until more than a year ago, before the old man died of illness, that he was finally willing to comment on his adopted son's martial arts. However, Wu Shuang could not be sure whether the old man was praising him or scolding him in a roundabout way after thinking about it for three days. He himself suspected the second guess. Because the old man wanted to drink when he was bedridden, Wushuang refused this request in consideration of the old man's health. It was also because her family was too poor to make a living.
This probably caused the old man to feel indignant.
Yes, that was what the old man said before he died.
At that time, he looked at his adopted son with a complicated gaze and sighed.
"It's a ***”
The old man left a letter before he died, telling him that his name was given by his father, hoping that he would be unparalleled in the world. There was a spear under his bed, and this spear was called Mo Wen. He told him to take the dragon-shaped pendant to the east to find Musing Archmage Rick Franklin. He would tell him everything. At the end of the letter, the old man wrote Chen Pojun's last words.
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