Tamil traverses the desert in search of his true self.

However, he crossed one world after another, only to find that it was all false.

One thought of him can change the world, and it is a radical change, a change in essence.

And none of these worlds can carry the descendants.

Tamil knew that he was too large to carry in the ordinary world.

It's like putting a whale in a drop of water, how can it be done.

The presence of Tamil is a weight that no world can bear.

At the same time, Tamil understood why the birth of the child was delayed.

It's not the child's problem, it's the world's problem.

Unable to bear.

This is not a problem of one world, but of all worlds.

None of them can carry it.

Swinging the axe again to open the passage, Tamil was keenly aware of a tiny notch in the blade of the axe.

This gap slowly widens and turns into a crack.

Tamil could clearly feel the groan of the axe.

Having opened up so many passages, it has finally reached its limit.

"Has the will of the barbarians also dissipated?"

Tamil grabbed the axe, but it was like quicksand between his fingers, and the tighter he gripped it, the faster it passed.

In the blink of an eye, the axe vanished.

Tamil sat down and thought.

Think about your past, present, and future, and think about the connections between the world inside and outside the causal system.

What is the way of their own existence?

What is the meaning of my existence?

Why is it that I pass by one world after another, but I am always a passerby?

Now, he finally understood.

He has transcended the existence of the world, transcended the level of the world, and has reached the realm of eternity.

"Is this eternity?"

But after thinking about it, Tamil was incredibly convinced that this was eternity!

What is eternity?

Tamil never had this concept.

All he knew was that all the gods were thinking about this and pursuing this realm.

What is eternity?

Is it a power, or a place, or an object?

Now, Tamil understands.

Eternity is nothing because it does not exist in the world at all.

It is outside all worlds, above any other.

There is nothing eternal in the world, because the world itself means an eternity, and everything follows its own laws.

Eternal existence only changes this law, upsets the inherent balance, and thus changes the world.

Tamil looked back.

Every world I walk through is changed.

It has changed into the appearance of its hometown.

Demons, Angels, Undead, Dragons, Elves, Dwarves, Goblins, Barbarians......

Martial arts, magic, alchemy......

Tamil did not disseminate any knowledge, experience, language and writing to them, but each world followed a different thread and ended up in the same place.

The nature of the world is repetition, but the source of their repetition is different.

Tamil did not spread his faith, he simply passed through these worlds, leaving footprints, but a trace connected all the worlds.

This is why there are human beings in many worlds, and not other beings.

Looking at the barren world in front of him, Tamil sighed.

You can't go any further, because no world is suitable.

Tamil understood the meaning of eternity and knew where he belonged.

So, he decided to take a break.

Since this world cannot carry the descendants, then transform it to the extent that it can.

"Let there be light!"

A light that annihilates all things blooms out of thin air.

This light erased the traces of the existence of the Titan continent, but it also became a trace of Tamil memory.

Now, it is embodied by Tamil again.

"Let it be dark!"

A frenzy of destruction emerges out of thin air and envelops the world in an instant.

Because of the relationship erased by the light of annihilation, the darkness is full of fear of the light, and where the light is, the darkness must retreat.

"Wind! Fire! Water! Earth! ”

Tamil's body rose with various rays of light, like an aurora, rippling from the top of his head and the back of his head, stretching for thousands of miles before disappearing in all directions.

At this time, Tamil exhaled, and immediately there was wind in the world, and he coughed, and immediately there was thunder......

One thing after another emerged from Tamil's memory and materialized into the world.

God is born powerful and has a thousand powers.

Because, this is the impression that they left in the memory of Tamil.

Some gods are born barbarians, some gods are born dragons, elves, dwarves, etc., some gods are born outside the territory, and some gods are just hearsay, and Tamil has never seen them in their own deities.

But here, it's all manifested.

No god knows why they were born, and no god knows what they are born for.

Because, Tamil did not tell them.

No, to be precise, the gods don't know who created it.

Some gods began to divide factions and factions based on ability, and others divided factions and factions based on appearance, which led to concepts and norms such as good and evil.

The confusion of the gods also arises.

While countless gods scratch their scalps and ponder the meaning and value of their existence, all kinds of creatures are born and conceived on the earth.

These are all creatures that have existed in Tamil's memory.

Hundreds of millions of species have sprung up like a burst of species in the Cambrian period.

Wet, oviparous, metaplasia, viviparity......

Although they were born in different ways, they were born from Tamil ideas.

However, the presence of Tamil is not visible to all living beings.

An invisible force isolates their perception and cognition, eternity, and not all living beings can watch it.

The vicissitudes of life, the years change, in the blink of an eye.

But for Tamil, it was just a snap of the fingers, or even a momentary thought.

As soon as the thought blossoms, this is the truth.

But now, the world has become real, thick, rich, and gorgeous because of the Tamil mind......

The price is that Tamil has exhausted everything.

Hollowing out the body, hollowing out the mind......

Everything he had melted into the new world, and he was inseparable from the new world.

He is the world.

Boom!

It was slight, but Tamil could hear it clearly.

It's a heartbeat.

The offspring in his arms had a heartbeat.

In the next moment, he kicked his legs, and put his two small hands to his ears with clenched fists.

Tamil laughed, and a tear fell on the little one's forehead.

The little guy opened his eyes in confusion and looked left and right, but saw nothing.

His fat little hands scratched left and right, but he didn't catch anything.

Tamil could see his movements, but he could not feel Tamil's presence.

"It's time."

Tamil picks up the descendants and walks through the New World.

The road under your feet is close, but it is far away.

Because this is not only the change of mountains and rivers, but also the changes of the vicissitudes of the sea.

He doesn't take the usual path.

The little one's eyes widened curiously, he felt like he was rippling in the clouds, and he seemed to be shuttling through the mist, but he had no fear.

Because he could feel a warmth enveloping his body.

A feeling of indescribability......

Maybe it's too long, maybe the scenery is too monotonous, or maybe the fast-changing scenes on the road are beyond the little one's capacity.

After a while, he yawned and fell asleep.

Tamil retracted his arm and tried to hold it tighter, but the power in his arm quickly disappeared, and the little one became heavier and heavier.

The world's pull on him grew stronger, gradually reaching the tipping point at which Tamil could bear.

"This is it......"

Tamil stopped, and there was a change around him, and the nebulous mist dissipated like a tidal tide, revealing a scene of ice and snow.

In the snowstorm, Tamil walked alone.

The little guy blushed, and the snot bubbles swelled and contracted, and swelled and contracted......

I don't know how long it took, but a rudimentary building appeared.

Tamil straighted straight ahead and stopped in front of the first building it encountered.

Reaching out and lifting the curtain and walking in, Fengxue immediately followed through the gap.

In the room, the man who was napping by the fire shuddered, and immediately touched the axe that was chopping wood.

However, when he saw the figure of the comer, he withdrew his hand, took out the wine bag from his arms and threw it over.

Man, a strong, burly and tall man.

This body look is very popular on the plateau.

In the perception of barbarians, a man who can grow into such a man is definitely not a bad person.

However, Tamil did not pick up.

He reached out and handed the child over.

Because, his time is running out, and he has declined from an eternal existence to a god that mortals can see.

He created the world for his children, but he could not accompany them to grow up.

Glancing nostalgically at the child, Tamil picked up a stick from the fire and drew it on the sheepskin.

He has too much power in his hands, but there are very few that can be passed down and are suitable for passing down.

If he had enough time, he would have taught it all.

But now, he can only choose the easiest to learn.

For example, the Savage Iron Fist.

This skill has been continuously improved, enhanced, and streamlined by Tamil to the extreme in every way.

There is no way to delete it, there is no way to change it, but it is simple to the extreme.

You can learn it at a glance, but you can't master it in your lifetime.

It's not that there is any flaw in this ability, but that it can always be improved and improved.

Rolling up the sheepskin and stuffing it into the little one's arms, Tamil nodded to the barbarian man.

"He will be crowned king eventually!"

Because this is the world that belongs to Him, and this is the world that was born for Him and was created for Him.

He is the king of the world.

The barbarian nodded stunned, and was about to say something, but found that the room was empty.

The cold wind blew, and the barbarian shivered violently, and then woke up trembling.

It's a dream!

But......

Seeing the little guy blowing snot bubbles in his arms, the barbarian was no longer calm.

It's not a dream!

It's true!

Seeing the parchment roll in the little one's arms again, he swallowed his saliva.

I took a look......

I don't know a word.

But at a second glance, it seems, a little recognized.

Falling to his knees with a thud, the barbarian took the child in his arms and bowed to the door.

He knew he had met a god.

On the other side, Tamil sighed softly that his mission was over.

"System, unbind."

I won't need this thing anymore.

"System, reset."

The system was silent and just silently executed the command.

"Go, find your host."

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a second, maybe it's the end of the years.

"The system has been rebound successfully, the host meets the startup conditions, and the system is being ...... for the first time."

【Happy Tanabata】