On this night, on the barren mountain outside Jiangning City, Bu An heard countless stories about the origin and legends of the old gods from the mouth of the seventeenth generation Jingwei, as well as the ironic truth behind the legends.

Seventeen said, "There is no God in this world."

In ancient times, most of the ancestors of Shenzhou still wore grass skirts, picking fruits and chasing wild beasts for a living, and there were outstanding people, or knotting ropes to count, or drawing pictures to remember, or watching the stars at night to predict the weather, or getting inspiration from the discovery of injured beasts chewing special wild grasses, and learning to use herbs to heal people......

At that time, there was no writing in Shenzhou, and the ancestors were impressed by their wisdom and exclaimed "woo", and over time, these precocious people were regarded as "witches" by Chen.

The vast majority of witches, like the ancestors, were born, old, sick and died, and only a very few lucky ones were worshiped by their own tribes, and obtained part of the soul power of believers in the sacrifice, becoming the earliest supernatural powers.

This shamanic-like belief does not have a strong exclusivity, so for a long time, the tribes under the control of the old gods, the land of Xingluo Shenzhou, were also at peace, until Chi You, the leader of the Jiuli Tribe, tried to start a tribal war to compete for believers.

Since then, wars have lasted for hundreds of years, large and small, to the point where the population has withered and credibility has plummeted.

The old gods were disgusted with the inexhaustible bloody wars, and several truces were discussed, but to no avail.

At this time, an old god who was previously unknown was misrepresented as an adult because he was seen as a demon. This rumor spread more and more widely and truthfully among the foolish men and women of the world, so that within a few years, the world worshipped her as the goddess of creation.

This is the grandmother and mother-in-law in the seventeenth mouth, the great goddess Snails.

Later, when the leaders of the tribes came to their senses and wanted to punish the great god Nuwa, they found that she was already a universal god, and even if the other gods worked together, they were not her opponents.

And from that year onwards, tribal warfare ceased completely, and was replaced by a fiery god-making movement.

Some claim to have stolen the fire and tasted all the herbs, some claim that he created the written word, and some claim that even if his head is cut off, he can use his navel as a mouth.

All kinds of cowhides are blown to the gods, and the legend of the sacred bird Jingwei also originated from that period, and the cause was just a joke said by the daughter of Emperor Yan when she visited the East China Sea.

Since then, Jingwei has simply moved to the East China Sea, entrenched in thousands of islands.

And the land of Shenzhou has experienced thousands of years, and all kinds of gods have emerged in an endless stream, as if they are fishing for all their strength, and finally caused a catastrophe - the world believes in God more than in itself, and the soul power is difficult to continue, so that one by one they have become walking corpses, starving all over the wilderness for a while, and ten rooms and nine emptiness.

The old gods learned from the pain and decided to recuperate, which led to the rule of the third generation of Xia Shang and the brother of King Wu of Zhou, Zhou Gong Ji Dan, who vigorously promoted benevolence and righteousness.

And in the millennium of the old gods' recuperation, another group of supernatural beings have appeared in the world, and they call themselves cultivators.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, the most outstanding of the cultivators came together to plan a shocking plan. They traveled around the world, seemingly seeking an unfortunate job with less money and more away from home, but in fact they were teaching and enlightening the wise.

Later generations honored these practitioners as a hundred schools of thought, and their practices were called a hundred schools of thought.

After a hundred schools of thought and a bang, the old gods finally reacted: "Where is this really a song? This is to kill our lives!"

However, it was too late, and the people of the world, who had been enlightened by the sons, no longer believed in the gods, and the worship of the world also changed from worshipping the gods to worshipping the heavens.

Without the soul power to worship, the old gods lost their magical powers, and in the battle with the sons of the world, they failed to bargain, and after falling several great gods one after another, they finally died down and fled to the East China Sea.

At this time, Jingwei, who had lived in the East China Sea for a long time, became one of the best among the surviving gods because of the countless believers on the thousands of islands.

"With the soul power of the believers on the thousands of islands alone, there is no way to talk about returning to the Central Plains......" Seventeen laughed contemptuously: "If it weren't for Aunt Zu's mother-in-law, if we didn't wait for the Central Plains Imperial Court to take action, the thousands of islands would probably have been in more war, and the believers would have been killed and wounded." ”

From her words, Bu An knew that the life of the old god of the East China Sea was not easy.

The so-called thousands of islands, but there are more than 3,000 large and small islands.

Originally, these were all owned by the Jingwei clan, but after the fall of the Spring and Autumn Gods, most of them came out. Now there are only more than 800 islands belonging to Wei XVII. The remaining more than 2,000 are occupied by more than 300 old god races, which is shabby, which can be imagined.

Probably because Bu Antong is a descendant of the old gods, Seventeen will say this in front of him.

Bu An heard it, and said in his heart that if he really couldn't get along one day, he ran to the East China Sea, and he didn't know if she would like to ask for an island with Seventeen.

Of course, although he cultivated with a divine soul, he did not feel that he had the responsibility to help the old gods, let alone that it would be a good thing to welcome them back from the East China Sea.

In the final analysis, he really didn't want to see a human tragedy like Ningyang County be staged everywhere in the land of Shenzhou - not because he couldn't see the people suffering, but because he felt that in that case, the world of Shenzhou would be too boring.

After pondering for a long time, Bu An suddenly remembered something and asked Seventeen bluntly, but he knew whose handiwork the Lunatic Cult was.

The result was unexpected, and Seventeen didn't even know.

“...... Then have you heard of Zhu Xiuqi?" Bu An couldn't help but ask.

Seventeen thought for a while and said: "The Zhu family has worked hard in Shenzhou, and the second son of his family, Zhu Qi, seems to have been in Shenzhou for more than ten years, is it him who you are talking about?"

Bu An subconsciously wanted to ask if the Zhu family was the Zhu Rong family, but he was suddenly reminded by the hidden pain in his chest, and quickly shut up.

He had just learned the infusion technique, but because the process was too amazing, he was also tempted by Seventeen, and he was kicked alive. If you don't choose to say anything and say the word Zhurong, I'm afraid that she will be suspicious again.

In fact, from the process of Seventeen's spiritual infusion technique, he could probably see that this crazy girl must not be able to see divine power.

In other words, there are too many weirdness in him, and for the sake of his life, it is better to keep his tone tight.

Then Seventeen asked, what was the excitement to see, and how could she intervene.

Bu An was vague, only said that she should change her dress, change her name, live in peace first, and wait for tomorrow, and then go to the monthly conference with the Seventh Division.

Seventeen thought he was secretive and not happy enough, but considering that he had injured him just now, he didn't say anything.

That night, Bu'an returned to the house on the bank of the Qinhuai River, it was already the third watch, and everyone in the Seven Divisions had already slept.

Early the next morning, a girl wearing an emerald skirt and a delicate and transparent birth came to find Bu'an, claiming to be his cousin in the countryside of Jiaxing. Needless to say, naturally it is seventeen.