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Wen Dao in the back seat of Ye Zhou was quite restless, looking at the vibrant jungle below for a while, and then looking down at this magical Ye Zhou driven by unknown energy. Although his three views have been in a cycle of "destruction, reconstruction, and re-destruction" since he was brought to the sea of stars by Long Ji, according to the situation this time, the effort required to reshape the three views may be far greater than any before.

When the Viper bandits were first exterminated, after the baptism of landing craft and advance bases, Wendao had adapted quite to the hard-core sci-fi style of the San Vano Empire. So much so that when he came to the "Baixia Palace" by traffic boat, he took it for granted that this orbital palace orbiting the stars should also be the same science fiction road, and at most there were differences in architectural style.

However, it turns out that the vastness of the universe is far beyond the imagination of mortals. The appearance seems to be almost a standard science fiction building around the sun, but after entering it, it inexplicably switches to the fairyland cave of the fantasy cultivation style, so the difference in the north and south has a great impact on Wen Dao, so that until now he is still in a state of bewilderment.

That ape, fire phoenix, or something, can barely be explained by an alien species, but what is the matter with this inexplicable and wonderful Ye Zhou? He saw Zi Feng conjure it with a bamboo leaf!

(Is it really okay to have such a big shift in painting style...... ）

Sneaking a glance at the waiter in the front seat, Wen Dao even had unnecessary worries in his heart.

"Are you surprised? Ryugu is such a vibrant place. As if he had already seen through his thoughts, Zi Feng sat on the edge of the boat half-leaning over, smiling and asking while leisurely looking at the scenery below.

"Yes. Wen Dao nodded honestly. "I thought it would be more ...... Uh, the feeling of being artificial. ”

"Actually, Baixia Palace was similar to what you imagined at first, but then it slowly became what it is now......" The pair of violet eyes suddenly moved to Wen Dao's body, and began to flash with an interesting aura. "Do you know why?"

"Could it be His Highness's preference?" Other than that, Wen Tao couldn't think of any other reason.

"It's a little different. Zi Feng's appearance of shaking his index finger lightly reminded Wen Dao of the head teacher of the elementary school, but of course the appearance and temperament of the two are very different. "His Royal Highness didn't deliberately let the Dragon Palace become like this, but because the Dragon Clan is the eldest son of Bodhi, and it is also the closest to the 'source' in the Supo Sea. The aura that overflows from the source will give birth to infinite vitality, and basically in the place where the dragons live, it will be like this. ”

What is Bodhi's eldest son?

What the hell is the source?

It's called Huaqi Breath, does it have anything to do with Long Ji?

Zi Feng's words contained a huge amount of information, and Wen Dao shuddered suddenly, giving birth to a premonition that the three views would be greatly reshaped.

"Don't be so serious. Looking at his guarded face, Zi Feng couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. "Bodhi and source are actually both terms that appear in the creation myth of the dragon clan. ”

"Dragon's ...... Creation Myth?" Wen Dao was shocked when he heard this, and then put on a posture of listening carefully in two seconds, and even took out a small notebook for taking notes. "If you can, please tell me about it. ”

"Oh, you're so interested?" Zi Feng was a little surprised.

"Of course, familiarity with workplace traditions is the first step to doing your job well!"

Wen Dao showed great enthusiasm for his professionalism, and Zi Feng, who was stunned, told him the creation myth of the dragon clan in a soft voice after a slightly wry smile.

"The original Supo Sea was not so clear, but a chaotic sea that was confusing and did not even exist in terms of time and space. In the sea of chaos inhabit hundreds of billions of formless beings, these disembodied beings are born and died in the sea of chaos, their painful wails fill the sea of chaos, and after countless eons of time, they are heard by the heavenly Bodhi......"

Bodhi wept for the sorrow of all beings, so he gave up his life and descended into the sea of chaos. The advent of Bodhi brought light to the sea of chaos for the first time, and that light was called the 'source', and the flow of light that gushed out of the source was called 'Huaqi'. The overflow of the splendor made the turbulent sea of chaos slowly become stable, and the hard earth appeared for the first time from the debris of the deposits. After tens of billions of years, today's Suo Po Sea has a prototype......"

"Bodhi listened to the voices of the invisible beings and created material bodies for them with endless compassion and the splendor of the source, so that they could be freed from the endless cycle of birth and death and have the physical presence of the world for the first time. The dragons are the original race born from the source, and they are also the eldest sons of Bodhi, who have been endowed with almost all good talents by Bodhi......"

With the assistance of the eldest sons, Bodhi successively created hundreds of millions of races such as asuras, garudas, humans, and non-humans. These races are scattered throughout the Sampa Sea, and although they are all very different in shape and appearance, they are all children of Bodhi without exception. Just as children naturally admire their mothers, Bodhi's children also have a natural instinct to be close to the atmosphere......"

"The dragon clan is the eldest son of Bodhi, and he is born to be the core of the Huaqi closest to the source. Although it is not possible to create life directly with the fragrance like Bodhi, it will naturally diffuse a rich fragrance wherever it is. These luxurious scents will greatly promote the vigorous growth of life, and this is what has become the case in Baixia Palace...... Explain it like this, do you understand?"

Zi Feng stretched out his hand to tease a few parrots that flew to Ye Zhou, and threw a questioning look of "do you understand" at Wen Dao. Wen Dao, who was questioned, took a few minutes to gather his thoughts, and then asked in a half-believing tone.

"Is the myth of Bodhi's eldest son true?"

"Each race has its own myths and legends, which present a more or less piece of truth, and the creation myth of the dragons is one of them. Zi Feng smiled slightly, but did not answer Wen Dao's question directly. "However, among some astral races, the dragons are indeed admired as elder brothers. ”

The words of the chief waiter made Wen Dao stunned again. Looking at the colorful parrots parked on the side of Ye Zhou's boat, and then looking at the incredibly lush jungle below, I had to believe a little bit about the incredible Bodhi myth told by Zifeng. While feeling that Long Ji is really unattainable, other questions poured out.

"What's going on with this boat? Could it have something to do with that gorgeous atmosphere or something?"

"Not really. Zi Feng shook his head. "This is the 'art of creation', the art of creating things out of nothing. ”

"Nothing, out of nothing?

"Why not?"

Zi Feng chuckled and casually made a gesture of holding flowers, and then a fist-sized pink and green bud appeared in his hand out of thin air. Under Wen Dao's stunned gaze, the bud slowly bloomed, until it finally turned into a colorful Ruilian the size of a millstone, and it was scattered with an incredible fragrance in Zi Feng's hands.

Whether from the law of conservation of mass or the law of conservation of energy, there is a scene that clearly subverts the law of matter. Witnessing Wen Dao's stunned state, Zi Feng curved an arc of Hexi at the corner of his mouth.

"If you disassemble matter into molecules, molecules into proton electrons, step by step to the end, you will find that the existence of the actual constituent matter is empty. The material vacuum, when the actual appearance is created by our minds, if Childe can realize this one day, then he will have the conditions to practice the art of creation. ”

Zi Feng said incomprehensible words, then chuckled, and waved his hand to pull the colorful Ruilian towards Wen Dao.

"With this Ruilian gifted to the son, Zifeng wishes the son a speedy fame in the Dragon Court. ”

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

The colorful Ruilian slowly floated in, and Wen Dao hurriedly reached out to catch it. The definite weight and touch came from his hand, which made Wen Daozhi sigh incredible. At this time, several parrots parked on the side of the boat suddenly croaked and flew up, and at the same time, Ye Zhou also began to descend slowly. Looking at Wen Dao, who cast an inquiring look, Zi Feng nodded lightly.

"We're here, and the thunder roar is down there. ”

In the command system of the Dragon Palace, the chief deacon and the chief chamberlain are the two elders second only to Long Ji. In return for keeping the palace running smoothly, they were also given a number of privileges, including the privilege of building at will in limited places according to their interests.

For example, Zifeng built a clean green bamboo building on the top of the mountain.

Originally, Wen Tao estimated that he had a decisive style of killing with thunder roars, and the place where he lived was either a training ground full of mechanical bronze people, or a luxurious foreign mansion with swords and armor. However, as Ye Zhou slowly landed on the ground, the above conjectures that lacked evidence were mercilessly slapped in the face.

On the sparse lawn that has not been mowed, four or five thatched huts are randomly built out of logs. In the middle of the thatched hut hangs a plaque with the word "Raizang" written on it, while the shelves of the rest of the thatched huts are piled up with all kinds of pottery and ironware, or pots or bottles, or bowls or jars. Under one of the thatched huts, a sturdy man in a short coat with a scarf wrapped around his head was contemplating the clay embryo that was gradually forming in his hand.

If it weren't for the iconic single-rimmed glasses, Wen Dao would almost not recognize his boss.

(W-What?Is it the wrong way I opened it?)

Even if Thunder Roar raised his fist and singled out the Imperial Fleet, it would not surprise Wen Dao so much. Wen Dao blinked his eyes several times, but the figure of the man pondering the mud embryo did not shake at all.

"There are a few more new products, it seems that this time I went to Nanzhan Prefecture to gain a lot. ”

Zi Feng walked into the thatched hut without paying attention, picked up the pottery on the display shelves and looked at it. After a while, he looked back at Wen Dao, who was hesitating at the door, and quietly waved him in.

"It's okay, come in, come in, that guy won't notice now. ”

"Excuse me, what is this ......" Wen Dao asked tremblingly.

"One day, a certain idiot suddenly shouted, 'Don't let those shoddy utensils stain His Highness's hands,' and then he left his post without permission and began to learn to make iron pottery inexplicably......" Zi Feng pressed his forehead and let out a deep sigh. "As for what you see, it's the result of some idiot's efforts. ”