Ancient times, heaven and earth have not been separated, chaos is a place, like an unopened eye, a dark and pitch black.

There are no flowers and plants, no poems and paintings of landscapes, and even the air you breathe is very thin.

It is just a space within a slit, but there is a vast realm like the sea, which can accommodate all nothingness.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth had not yet appeared, and everything was like the night without stars, pitch black, and there was no light.

Before the dawn, it is always a night, but this night is longer.

It's not completely lifeless, and dust is more likely to gather in the dark.

Without the light of daylight and not being seen by others, you can focus more on doing your own things.

In this way, the dust slowly gathers, and in this dark night, the dust is the symbol of all life.

A small grain, in the dark night, in this chaos, there is no weight.

But it is this dust, bit by bit, that gathers and becomes a living spirit, representing the original nature of all things.

The prototype of nature is the dust.

For millions of years, tens of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years, it has been like this, silent and surging, like an undercurrent, not noticeable.

No, there was no one at that time, and no one knew about it.

Dust evolved into the original man.

Slowly, it accumulates to a certain extent, it grows, and it produces its own thoughts.

There is no wind in the chaotic world, it slowly grows its legs, and rolls in the night.

Sometimes, it can touch the wall-like surface of the chaos, but it has no hands.

So, it struggled to change again, and the dust that grew feet grew hands again.

Not only can it be groped in places that sometimes look like walls, but it can also roll in places that look like walls.

In this chaos, sometimes there are walls, sometimes they can't be touched, and even if they have their hands and feet, they are difficult to see.

It began to study how to grow eyes so that it could see what it looked like.

Once life has a pursuit, it is difficult to stop, and the infinite desire is actually a form of life development.

There is no such thing as praise or disapproval, but it is all called the law of nature.

It was hundreds of millions of years again, and the eyes gradually took shape.

In order to make it look a little higher, the creatures formed by the dust felt that a place called a head that grew on the hands and feet was derived, and the eyes were placed on it.

In this way, the eyes can see first, and the hands and feet can be coordinated.

He didn't have to crawl around, he just needed to feel and observe, and even thought that he could solve the mystery of chaos.

It's just that chaos is pitch black, deep black, even if you have eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything.

When he opened his eyes, it was also a time of disappointment.

He couldn't see anything, he opened and closed his eyes, and it was always black without light.

Just like a person who is blind and can't see no matter what, even if he tears the skin of his eyes so that he can't close them, he can't do anything better, except to feel the sourness of his eyes.

There is nothing that can bring the most realistic and real feeling to the blind people is that they blink their eyes and feel the movement of their eyelids, but they cannot see the light after moving, and they are extremely cruel and can only be forced to accept reality.

The dust has become a living being, and he has his own thoughts, his own life, and his own actions with a purpose.

He could also feel the movement when he opened his eyelids, but he also felt the real feeling of not being able to see the light.

It's hard to say, it's true.

He began to run through the chaos, expecting when he would meet a light that would illuminate his eyes.

Even if it was a sting, it was something he wanted to endure.

Even if he had eyes, he still couldn't dodge the invisible wall that suddenly appeared.

Those walls, like a barrier in his mind, trapped his excited thoughts and couldn't implement them.

When he opens his eyes and closes his eyes, he also closes his eyes.

He began to wonder what the difference was between having this eye and not having it.

He leaned against the wall he had just struck, and sat down with his legs on his legs, decadent to the ground.

The wall of chaos was unpredictable, and he didn't know when the next second, the underground where he was, would disappear.

He kept running, but he was aimless, manic, wanting to scream, but he couldn't.

Slowly, the mouth evolved.

He can roar, he screams.

The chaos was too vast for him to hear.

He even thought that he had no sound, and that he could not hear anything in this vast and boundless place.

The deaf man can hardly bear the quiet, and his mania can only intensify.

One man's loneliness, one mania's.

The generation of spiritual consciousness makes people's behavior more paranoid. Actions towards the end will not stop.

The ears also grew out, but in vain.

It was too wide, and the echo had long been swallowed up by the silence, and the ears must have grown out, and they had little effect on the eyes.

Sometimes, the result of desire grows and needs to be transformed so that it will not be in vain.

The creature of the dust, his mania exacerbated by useless bodily organs.

He raised his hands and poked himself in the eye.

The burning fluid from his eyes stung his eyeballs, but he didn't let it hurt him.

He was even happy that the only thing he could feel, the pain, was spreading through his flesh.

Come to think of it, the pain in his eyes made him feel that he still existed.

He got excited, and he continued to run, slamming into a wall that appeared silently.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the wall.

The wall is soft to the touch, but it is very difficult to tear it open.

He tried his best, but it was in vain.

Between his fingers, there were even blood stains, leaving a little red on the white wall that he couldn't see.

From then on, the white clouds in the sky will appear sunset.

The white walls were torn apart by his hands, scattered everywhere, but it was still difficult to separate inside.

From then on, the white clouds in the sky will change in a myriad of shapes and will move and float.

He tried for a long time, but he tried in vain.

He didn't want to flow quietly anymore, in this endless chaos.

There is no one, no self, and no other.

The desire in his heart exploded, and with the thought of seeing chaos, he began to exert all his strength to tear open the white black wall that he could not see.

Hiss, it was the sound of the cloud wall being torn apart.

He heard the crisp sound, like paper being torn apart with his bare hands.

He squeezed those eyes into the crack.

The crack shimmered, but his eyes were nearly blind, and it was very difficult for him to see.

But that glimmer of light, which was different from the pitch black, he could feel it.

It's real, it's different, it's different from what it looks like in chaos.

Those sharp eyes peeked through the wall.

The eyes were stabbed by the hands of the dust creatures, the red blood was in the white eyelids, and the black pupils were permeating the eyes, which made those eyes a little stained, which looked very terrifying, and people did not dare to look directly.

He looked hard at the different scenery in front of him.

It is a very remote place, slightly revealing a little red shimmer like sunset.

In this place, there are no mountains and rivers, no grass and trees, only a conspicuous sea of blood-red flowers.

The red of the sea of flowers was even brighter than the blood in his eyes.

All this gave him hope that his thoughts, his actions and spirit, could continue to spread in the world

He didn't want to be as monotonous as he was in his chaos.

Because he saw that there were creatures in the sea of flowers, creatures that were in the material world like him, rich in their own lives.

The fiery red loose smoke saro skirt was like a fiery red girl in a bloom, and even though he was a little blind, he still longed to see her clearly.

It's just that the creature hides exquisitely, and in the flowers, like one of a thousand red flowers, makes it difficult for him to see clearly.

He has been alone in the chaos for a long time, knowing that he is the only one left in the world, and he doesn't want others to become the one who pokes his eyes and tears out his ears.

He decided to use his remaining spiritual power to create some breath for this different place, so that people with life would no longer be lonely.

In this way, the gloomy underworld has a palace, the eighteen-story hall falls from the sky, and the temples are located on the ground, which is extremely brilliant and skillfully captures the heavenly palace.

The faint yellow spring flows under the bridge carved by white jade, and on the white jade bridge, there are all kinds of demons and beasts carved, just like the guardian beasts standing on the bridge and watching, which is so realistic that people dare not go on the bridge.

To be able to lay out such a beautiful scenery, he naturally needs to overdraw his spiritual power, he is a little tired, and some want to close his eyes and rest for a while.

But he still wanted to tell the creatures in the sea of red flowers, like telling her that there were creatures in the world besides her, and there was also him.

With him, they're two people.

But he didn't have the strength anymore, and when he got it, he had to close it, and he didn't have enough spiritual power to open the crack again.

He could only erect a silver-white tombstone under the white bridge, and the tombstone was kept, and his message to the sea of flowers and creatures was kept.

However, the fate is shallow, and we will see each other every other day.

He had no left of the world, and as the rift closed, he wanted to say something, but he could only let out his usual roar.

The roar shuffled as the crack narrowed, and he vanished into the darkness.

The creature in the sea of flowers looked up and watched the crack disappear, and she was a little frightened when she listened to the roar of the loud roar. She couldn't read, so she couldn't recognize what the strokes on the silver-white tombstone were.

It wasn't until much later that the creatures in the sea of flowers heard a woman who came here say that the two were called helpless.

It contains too many words that cannot be expressed. However, I only saw each other, but I didn't know each other.

However, he was born in the underworld, and he did not see the blue sky.

The woman changed her surname, and the creatures in the sea of flowers heard her call herself Nai Chenyue, and they were able to remember these two words.

Behind the cracks in the white walls, he was no longer willing to wait.

He has decided that he will act, break through the captivity of this chaos, seek and create more beings.

He has the ability to create things, and presumably living beings can also be conceived.

After all, he is a creature formed by the existence of heaven and earth in chaos, and the creation of things and souls has become his own vocation by birth.

The natural god of heaven and earth was born in the black chaos, and with his spiritual power, he broke through this black prohibition, created human nature, and produced the law of all things.