Ning Tao followed Himia, the goddess of wisdom, out of the palace, out of the city, and into the suburbs.

It was a long journey, and Ning Tao was watching and thinking all the way, occasionally reaching out to touch a person who passed by, and then his hand would pass through a shadow. This is true of people, as it is with trees and houses. But the strange thing is that he clearly feels that these people, the houses here are real.

If he is just an ordinary person, or a scum immortal, a scum god, it would be fine, and if he can't see through the truth, he is not strong enough, but he is a dominant-level creator, he is a person chosen by God, and he is an equal existence to Wu, but even he can't see through it, which is really a bit too much.

However, no matter how curious and surprised he was in his heart, Ning Tao did not ask Himia, the goddess of wisdom, again.

It's not that he can't afford to lose this face, but he believes that even if he asked, the goddess of wisdom would tell him in that tone that everything here could not be explained, and he needed to see the answer himself. Knowing that this is the result, why do you ask?

Before I knew it, I came to a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, which looked very simple, similar to a small Taoist temple in the mortal world.

Himia, the goddess of wisdom, climbed the stone steps leading to the temple at the top of the hill and climbed step by step. Her tail protruded from the golden armor, and the golden tail hair was so bright and dazzling.

I don't know why, Ning Tao really wanted to grab her tail to see if she was also a shadow. However, he did not do so in the end, because he knew that the tail of the Celestial could not be touched, especially the woman, and the tail of the Celestial Woman could only be touched by her husband, because the tail of the Celestial Woman was almost the same as the two points and one center.

"Whose temple is this temple on the mountain?" Ning Tao broke the silence between the two, he thought it was the Sky Temple, or it could be the Supreme Heavenly Temple, but he didn't think it was. At this time, the Himians were not even immortals, so there was no goddess of wisdom and a temple of the sky.

Himya, the goddess of wisdom, glanced back at Ning Tao, and then said, "That's the Temple of the Son of Heaven." ”

With that, she continued to climb up.

"The Temple of the Son of Heaven, is the God of the Son of Heaven also the god of your celestials?" Ning Tao heard for the first time, and he was very curious. He had killed thousands of puppet gods, and if there really was a god of the Son of Heaven, he would probably have killed him as well, or he would have been pulled into ramen noodles in the spatial cracks, and then ground into real sand.

The goddess of wisdom walked forward for a short distance before saying, "Ning Tao, haven't you seen it yet, what time and space is this?"

Ning Tao was slightly stunned, and suddenly understood.

It's true that this is the past time and space, but this is not what he can imagine—the past time and space of the Linggu Era!

If he were to intervene in this plane, he would need a large amount of energy left over from the Spirit Ancient Era, related items, etc., which were almost impossible to find. That's why Himia, the goddess of wisdom, opened a door for him to come here. Otherwise, with the low-level magic weapons he possessed, such as the Town Time Tower, the Tree Building Plate, and the Cloud Ore, he would not have been able to come to the past time and space of the Linggu Era, let alone come here precisely to meet Himia, the goddess of wisdom.

The goddess of wisdom said as she walked up, "There are no gods in the Temple of the Son of Heaven, only the Son of Heaven. ”

"Are you the Son of Heaven?" Ning Tao asked again.

The goddess of wisdom smiled back: "Just look at it." ”

Ning Tao didn't ask anymore and followed her. He wanted her to climb faster, but she never walked fast or slow, and she didn't look in a hurry at all.

Finally arrived at the so-called Temple of the Son of Heaven at the top of the mountain.

It is indeed a simple place similar to a small Taoist temple, with only one large hall and a few houses behind it. A group of children played in the open space in front of the temple, chasing each other and laughing incessantly. There are children of celestials, children of immortals, children of demons and spirit beasts, and children of suspected aliens. The immature faces of different colors and facial features give people the feeling that this is a cosmic kindergarten, and outstanding children from different spaces, different planets, and different races in the universe have been selected to come here to go to kindergarten.

The goddesses of wisdom, Himia and Ning Tao, were standing next to the clearing, but the large group of children seemed to be unable to see the two gods, still chasing and playing.

Ning Tao's gaze fell on a little girl in the group of children, looking at her face, looking at the temperament between her eyebrows, after looking at it twice, she suddenly moved her gaze to the goddess of wisdom, Himia, and said in surprise: "That little girl who is a celestial ...... Is that you?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of Himia, the goddess of wisdom, and there was a hint of exclamation in her voice: "That's me." ”

Ning Tao suddenly remembered something, strode to the door of the temple, and raised his eyes to see the statues of the gods enshrined in the temple.

In the middle of the temple stood a statue of a god, a thin old man with white hair and beard, and a kind smile on his face.

This idol is a white-bearded deity, that is, the "home version" of the deity.

Ning Tao looked back at those children, and he understood that the so-called Son of Heaven was not the king of heaven and man he thought, but the chosen one. The heaven here is not the heaven he believes in, but the nothingness that claims to represent the heavens.

"I'm right, you see, you just have to look at it to see it. Himiah, the goddess of wisdom, said.

Ning Tao said: "The children here are the so-called Son of Heaven, right, you are all unchosen children?"

Himia, the goddess of wisdom, said, "Yes, you have seen so many children, and only one survives. ”

Ning Tao's gaze fell on the little girl in the group of children again: "You are the only one in this group of children who survived, and you have become the daughter of Wu, right?"

Himia, the goddess of wisdom, nodded slightly, with a little sadness in her voice: "These children are my friends, we eat and live together, play together, and grow together. But every year someone disappears, and when I was young, I didn't know what was going on, and then I found out that they were all dead. ”

"Killed?" Ning Tao asked.

Himia, the goddess of wisdom, did not answer, she entered the main hall, and then walked towards a door at the end of the hall.

Ning Tao followed her to the door.

He has become accustomed to this pattern, he asks a question, and then she takes him to see the answer.

At first, he thought it was a hassle, but now he prefers it. What you listen to is just what others say to you, but what you see is what you see with your own eyes.

When I walked out of the door, I was greeted by a backyard, at the end of which was a row of small tiled houses, and a bell tower with a large yellow bell hanging on it.

"What are you taking me here to see?" Ning Tao was curious.

Himia, the goddess of wisdom, did not answer.

Suddenly, the big yellow bell above the bell tower was not struck, but a loud bell sounded.

While!

Ning Tao looked at the big yellow bell, he saw the flickering runes, and also captured the familiar divine energy, the big bell was actually made of the best divine stone.

While!

While!

The bell rang three times, and the children who were playing outside came back, and one by one they rushed in through the gate and stood in the courtyard.

The ground trembled, and golden boxes emerged from the ground in front of the children. The boxes were standing upright, shaped like a hibernation pod from sci-fi or something. If you want to think of it as a vampire's coffin, that's okay too.

A child has a box, one is not much, and one is not many.

Ning Tao's gaze moved to those boxes, which were also made of the best divine stones, and there were also runes flickering on each box. He wondered what was about to happen, but he didn't ask, just watched.

Soon, the boxes opened, and the moment the lid was opened, it was golden. There were runes hidden in every trace of golden light, but they were not the runes that Ning Tao was familiar with, but 0 and 1.

At this moment, Ning Tao seemed to understand something, but he couldn't say what it was.

One by one, the children walked into the box.

The lid closed automatically, and the golden light disappeared.

The box sank into the ground again, and the ground was so flat that there was not even a trace left.

At this time, Ning Tao couldn't understand it, he asked: "What's the matter with those children and boxes, where did they go?"

Himiah, the goddess of wisdom, said, "Those children, including me, are the Sons of Heaven, the best children in this universe who have not been chosen. The boxes took the children to the Temple of the Supreme Heaven of Nothing, where he was chosen. It was a very brutal process, breaking the formation, fighting, and sometimes even a literary exam. In each round of picking, the last one will be left by him. But whoever was left behind, I never saw it again. ”

In the past, Ning Tao didn't believe that Himia, the goddess of wisdom, was the daughter of Wu, and always thought that she was putting gold on her face and pulling a big flag to scare people, but now it seems that this is true, she is really a child who has not been cultivated by one hand.

Himia, the goddess of wisdom, waved her hand, and the vanished chests returned, the lids opened, and children stepped out of them. It's just that there is already one child missing.

Himia, the goddess of wisdom, waved her hand.

The image here suddenly accelerated, and the children entered the room to rest, came out to play, and then practiced and studied, and when the bell was remembered, they entered the box and went to the Supreme Heavenly Temple of Nothing. The children came and went, and the number became smaller and smaller, and finally only Himia, the goddess of wisdom, remained.

When only the last bite of the box remained, the goddess of wisdom, Himia, was already a slim girl, tall and long-legged, and there was meat where there should be meat, and it was no longer a flat airfield.

Himiah, the goddess of wisdom, said, "I have been chosen to be the daughter of nothing." You see, in the end, I'm the only one left. From this time on, my life was ......"

She didn't say more, but looked up at the sky.

Ning Tao didn't urge her, just waited for her to say it.

"Huh. Himia, the goddess of wisdom, suddenly smiled, "You can see what I am now, so why bother." ”

Ning Tao suddenly felt pitiful for her.