The history of this world can be divided into six eras: mythical, ancient, ancient, post-mythical, medieval, and modern.

The mythological era can be traced back to the beginning of heaven and earth, and the protagonists are those innate gods who were born and raised, and their power is boundless.

Later, legend has it that the gods were bored and created a variety of intelligent races to relieve boredom, leaving descendants as leaders to lead these races, and the time entered the ancient era.

After that, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years passed, the innate gods mysteriously disappeared one by one, and the gods who lost their backers began to lose their strength because the bloodline became thin from generation to generation.

However, because of the development of civilization and the gradual opening of people's wisdom, the general public ushered in a golden age, and talented and intelligent sages emerged one after another, creating cultivation methods, and finally rose to defeat the gods, opening the ancient era.

However, because most of the sages deliberately mythologized themselves when they fought for the right to rule the race, in order to fight against the natural uniqueness and superiority of the gods, a huge hidden danger was buried.

With their victory, the 'myth' of creation continued to spread among the general public, and eventually evolved into faith, following the law that 'matter determines consciousness, and consciousness reacts on matter', and began to affect the souls of the sages in turn.

They began to be like birds that had evolved wings and no longer cared about the dirty earth under their feet, and became less and less concerned about the power and glitz of the mortal world, imitating the innate gods and goddesses, leaving their tribes to their relatives or close subordinates to rule.

After a long period of baptism, gradually dynasties began to appear, and mankind entered the post-mythological era.

At this time, a small group of hidden sages resisted the pollution of the will power of the general public, promoted to a higher level of life, and named themselves 'immortals'.

However, most of the sages failed to resist the pollution of their willpower and transformed into another form of life, the acquired gods.

As a result, the camp split, and a new confrontation quietly formed.

Slowly, the immortals with stronger absolute power thought that the transformation of their companions into acquired gods was a betrayal, and they feared that their hearts would be different if they were not of our race, and manipulated the mortal regime to start destroying the mountains and temples.

Because of the difference in strength, the immortals quickly gained an advantage in the war at first, but at this time they found that the acquired gods could be almost immortal, and could maintain most of the pre-transformation sanity.

On the one hand, let his beloved descendants, disciples, inherit the status of dead gods.

A new split was formed again.

Later, after several twists and turns, the immortals and the acquired gods finally merged into one, forming the Taoist Court and the Heavenly Palace, and jointly ruling the world.

Peace has come again, but an even more terrible crisis is brewing.

I don't know that tens of thousands of years later, the terrifying catastrophe of annihilation occurred, the Dao Court and the Heavenly Palace collapsed because of the act of saving the world against the sky, and the mythological era was completely over, but some mortal beings survived because of the amazing number of populations.

As a result, civilization continued, and in the Middle Ages, samurai and monks who mastered the remaining cultivation techniques through various methods began to become the protagonists of the times.

Since then, civilization has continued to develop, and the power of science and technology has been discovered, slowly rising, and coexisting with extraordinary power in the world, constituting a symbol of modern times.

The bird seal belongs to the original text of the mythological era, and the legend is that it was created by the innate gods to observe the trajectory of all things in the world, and it is born with the power of rules and is mysterious.

The "Romance of the Gods" is a strange book that only appeared in the Middle Ages, describing the story of the ancient immortals who obeyed the mandate of heaven, helped mortals change dynasties, canonized gods, and established the heavenly palace.

The names all have the word 'romance', which is naturally the dialect of Yeshi Village, and nine out of ten of the contents are fictional.

But because it was written very early, it can be regarded as the first well-known long-form legend of gods and monsters in history.

The plot is very believable, the ups and downs are fascinating, and it has been passed down for countless years and has had a far-reaching impact, and it is still famous.

After a long time, I don't know how many intelligent beings have been immersed in the book, giving birth to thoughts that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, and turning into the 'soil' that breeds fantasy seeds.

However, the book written in the Middle Ages was written in divine scripts when it was concrete, and the mythological characters described in the book evolved one by one, which undoubtedly represented that the spirit body had been formed.

As the only near-origin bloodline left in the world by the author of "Romance of the Gods", Zhang Jiao could only have the incomplete ability of a vague ancient book, and naturally evolved into a god relics that could rely on and drive hundreds of powerful fantasy species.

Everything was so simple and smooth, and it came naturally, that he was a little stunned for a while, and he looked at the dense fantasy seeds above his head and was speechless for a long time, until the sky turned white, and then he withdrew his ability.

Today's Zhang Jiao can be regarded as promising.

But just like owning a car, you still need the strength to turn the steering wheel and the skill to drive a car, and you also need certain qualifications to drive fantasy.

Therefore, after obtaining the power of the gods, he cannot ascend to the sky in one step and become a peerless powerhouse, but needs to better plan his future path.

And Zhang Daoling, who had just died, was a senior official in the Luyang military, and he had specially read the confidential information about the fantasy species, and told Zhang Jiao the relevant information.

So he knew very well that the power of desire was the only necessary thing to drive the fantasy seed.

Only by gaining the attention of many intelligent beings and gathering their wishes can one be qualified to use the power of the gods.

Looking at the strings of rain dripping down the cracks in the spirit shed outside the house, Zhang Jiao silently thought: "If I am a high-ranking government official and a super-rich man, if I work hard, I am afraid that I will be able to gather enough power in a few days to drive the lowest-level fantasy seed in the relics of the gods."

But how can a poor man who has just graduated from junior high school and is homeless gain public attention.

Well, the easiest way is to commit a crime, and it should be very eye-catching to be one of the top ten most wanted criminals in the country like an old ghost.

But the traitorous and evil people are not so easy to be, and if they don't have the strength, they are purely looking for death.

If you don't have the strength, it's safe to take the right path.

But the growth of the righteous path is too slow, only stars are a shortcut, money comes quickly, success is early, and more importantly, you can get a lot of wish power in a short time.

Although I am not very handsome, I am good-looking, masculine, and have a good temperament, and it is suitable to be a star, so I can try it. ”

Zhang Jiao was born precociously and young, and his view of dealing with the world is very objective, but he has no self-knowledge of his appearance and temperament, and after making a wrong decision, he feels that his mood is much more stable.

Walked to the incense platform and lit candles, offered incense, squatted down to light the paper money and threw it into the pot, guarding the spirit for Zhang Daoxian.

Time passed quietly, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.

An obese aunt wearing the black overalls of the funeral parlor walked into the mourning hall with a shiny face, saw the smoky pot, sniffled and said coldly: "Your grandfather is dead?"

"Yes," Zhang Jiao stood up and replied softly, "I left last night." ”

"If you're dead, you'll be cremated," the fat lady said with a frown, "and then hurry up."

This is a few days of delay and a waste of public resources. ”

Lu Yangguo has a saying that 'a tiger dies like a sheep, and a man dies like a tiger', and the living generally have some fear and respect for the dead.

But the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, the fat lady has been in the funeral home for half her life, and she has seen not 10,000 dead people in her life, but also 8,000, where will she put a dead ghost in her eyes.

Usually responsible for the management of the public welfare mourning hall, the people I meet are the poor at the bottom, although there is not much oil and water, but 'people die is great', and the family members will also beat her more or less in order to send off their relatives well.

There are few poor eggs like Zhang Jiao.

Of course, the fat lady will be embarrassed and embarrassed by him, so that he knows and knows the truth that 'Hades is easy to see, and little ghosts are difficult'.