Qin Mu turned into a muqing face again, walking on the Tianhe, his steps getting faster and faster.

The Longhan era, at its most magnificent, began to go downhill.

He looked down, but saw that there were many kingdoms of gods in the Metaverse below, and powerful demigods had toppled the statues of the ancient gods.

Those huge statues are a symbol of the power and strength of the ancient gods, tall, majestic, some are directly carved from the entire sacred mountain, and some are collecting divine gold and iron, poor and extravagant.

In previous years, it was often the Li people who came to worship and worship, offering jewels and children, sacrificing to the ancient gods who were high up and controlling power, praying for good weather and praying that the heavens would not bring disasters.

This time, the ancient gods went away and left the heavenly court, the power of the heavenly court was hollow, and the demigods took advantage of the situation to rise and steal power, and the ancient gods became the old gods, and their idols were naturally going to be toppled and their altars were going to be broken.

However, Qin Mu also saw that after the powerful demigods broke the statues and altars of the ancient gods, they enslaved the Li people and all the tribes to work hard and build new altars in the same place.

On the new altar, statues of the mighty demigods were erected.

Qin Mu unconsciously walked down the Tianhe, getting closer and closer to the mortal world, looking around, everywhere was the situation of destroying the old gods and establishing new gods, and the Li people were still enslaved, and life was better than death.

The new deities who wielded power were jubilant, celebrating their victories and ascending to the throne, feasting on the beauties and delicacies offered by the common people, surrounded by mountains of treasure.

They drank in the wine pond and laughed loudly.

And at the feet of their majestic bodies, there were hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of ordinary people, trembling, burying their heads deeply, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Ah, this is the mortal world. ”

Qin Mu only came to his senses at this time, he used to walk on the Tianhe River, he walked too high, he saw too far, and he didn't see the beings in the Metaverse.

Ah, this is the mortal world.

He had just woken up to this, yes, this was the mortal world, and people not only did not break the gods in their hearts, nor did they break the gods in the temple, let alone the new gods and the old gods who were high above.

Power is released from the cage, and it is difficult to be kept in the cage again.

Servility is called out, and it is difficult for the waist and knees to straighten up again.

Why has the Emperor of Heaven been eradicated and the rule of the ancient gods has been overthrown, but people's lives have not changed, or are they as numb as before?

Why have the old gods left this world, but a new group of gods has been born?

Isn't it time to change all this?

Isn't this Longhan Revolution irrelevant to mortals?

"Yes, this Longhan revolution is far from successful. What it got rid of was only the Emperor of Heaven and the ancient gods, but it only got rid of the original ruling class and replaced it with a new group of rulers. The Longhan Revolution was fake and hypocritical. ”

He was a little confused, and muttered: "Yun Tianzun, have you seen it? You don't want to live too high and too far, too high and too far, you will not see the suffering of sentient beings, too high and too far, you will lose the momentum to move forward, too high and too far, you will forget your own heart and original intention." ”

He walked among the towering sacred mountains of the Metaverse, looked at the ancient gods who were celebrating enthusiastically, and watched all beings suffer as before.

From Longhan to Chiming, from the emperor to the Kaihuang, and then to Yankang, the goal that this generation of people with lofty ideals strive for is not personal power and status, not personal desire and wealth, but the purest belief, breaking the god in the heart and breaking the god in the temple.

When night fell, the curtain of night opened, covering the metaverse.

His mind is agitated, he picks up the lamp and walks at night, and there are strange feelings in his heart like the water of the heavenly river.

He is like a pedestrian carrying a lantern into the ancient dark history, looking for the footprints left by the ancestors in the darkness, looking for their spirit like a candle in the dark night.

It is a spirit imprinted in the blood of ordinary people, simple but exciting, which makes people tearful and enthusiastic when they come into contact with it.

Their simple and simple spirit is deeply imprinted in the dark sky of history.

When future pedestrians carry lanterns into the dark history, the lights illuminate the darkness, and their spirits shine like stars, inspiring future generations.

Qin Mu didn't stop, the long roar of the ancient gods and demons came from the darkness, and the sacred mountains in the distance were like huge beasts crawling in the darkness.

In the darkness, a demigod found out and shouted, "Mu Tianzun—"

Qin Mu was stunned, and only then did he realize that he was still a muqing.

He avoided the demigods who tried to hunt him, changing his form to make himself look like a demigod.

He walked from night to dawn, and from day to night, gradually approaching the territory of the Terrans.

Early this morning, he came to the Terran territory of the Longhan era, and the sun poured down on his dusty face.

He smiled, and saw the people working in the fields, and saw the villages not far away, and some supernatural beings were teaching children how to open the gods and become warriors.

In the distance, there are also human cities, and industrious caravans have already begun to set off, intending to rush to the cities of other acquired races in the vicinity to trade goods.

It's peaceful, smoke rises from the villages, and people live and work in peace.

Qin Mu put away the lantern and walked forward towards the rising sun with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, the sky was violently shaken, and people looked up in panic and stared blankly at the sky.

Qin Mu looked up and saw that the tilted Tianhe was like an incomparably huge white python hanging in the sky, shaking violently and falling towards the Metaverse!

"The geographical trend of Tianhe has changed the ......"

Qin Mu's heart was at a loss, the Heavenly River originally flowed out of the Xuandu, flowed to the Four Pole Heaven, and then flowed from the East Pole Heaven to the Metaverse, and after passing through the Heavenly Court, it entered the sky of the Metaverse.

The many tributaries of the Great River run through the many heavens of the Metaverse, and then flow out of these heavens and converge together.

This great river that runs through the universe floats through the sky of the Metaverse, cuts into the dark capital and turns into the River Styx, and pours into the ruins.

And now, Heavenly Court has risen and changed the trend of Tianhe!

The heavenly river fell from the sky and was about to fall to the earth.

And the heavenly river flowing on the ground is the Yongjiang River of later generations!

But the fall of the Tianhe River is only afraid that it will cause a catastrophe to the people living here!

A flood that sweeps through the heavens and the earth will sweep away everything here!

Qin Mu didn't think about it, he burst into a shout, his body became bigger and bigger, and suddenly turned into three heads and six arms, ten thousand muscles and bodies, jumped into the air, and greeted the falling Tianhe!

Rumble!

The Heavenly River fell on his body, the boundless power pressed on his shoulders, Qin Mu's vitality bloomed, and his vitality shrouded thousands of miles of Heavenly River, trying his best to stop this section of Heavenly River from falling.

However, Tianhe, who was imprisoned between heaven and earth, lost his confinement, and all the weight was pressed down, still crushing him to the point of a rattle, bending his spine, and pressing his body to the ground.

Qin Mu roared, the muscles under his skin were expanding, the big tendons were tensed tighter, and his six arms held up Tianhe, like a giant carrying the blue sky, and his skin exploded little by little.

Suddenly, in the territory of the human race, a god and man who respected the human race rushed into the sky, each holding up a piece of the heavenly river, and their rising figures were like streamers.

Qin Mu's pressure was greatly reduced, but even if the gods of the human race made a move, it was difficult to carry the weight of the Tianhe, and this big river was still pressing them to continue to fall towards the land of the Metaverse.

Finally, Qin Mu's feet fell to the ground, his feet sank deep into the ground, and he yelled at those who looked stupid: "Hurry up—"