Newland.

When the brilliance of forcible inspiration shrouded the world, the light on Cheng Lin's body gradually faded.

The vision in the sky faded.

However, this scene will forever be etched in the hearts of those people.

……

The team began to move on.

Yes, even though it was fertile enough, they kept going.

The previous rains caused a dense forest to appear in the southern part of the Qingcang Plateau, close to the mountains.

Forests mean the production of timber.

The mountain peaks mean the supply of stone.

The River of Life solves one of the most pressing food crises of our time, but it is not enough.

Three million people, and many more to come, need housing.

You can't really face the starry sky and rest your head on the earth.

Therefore, Cheng Lin led them to the bottom of the mountain peak, outside the forest.

"Mine stones, cut down trees, and build dwellings, but remember not to destroy the foundations of the forest, not to waste it, and not to disturb the living creatures."

Cheng Lin said.

He found himself speaking more and more like a stick.

With his words in mind, Joya led the white-clad believers and commanded three million people to begin to take the tools and resources from the vehicles and begin to build houses and sow food.

The first immigrants to the New World were full of energy.

Emerging from the apocalyptic crisis, they are incredibly grateful to the Prophet and to God, and at the same time eager to rebuild their homeland.

This apocalypse has made all of them realize the preciousness of civilization.

The practitioners played a surprising role in this process.

For example, if you simply mine stone, a practitioner is equivalent to a walking explosive.

Rubble is not a problem.

"In the past, practitioners would not have done such things."

Seeing this scene, the director said.

However, he did not say this with any resentment or dissatisfaction on his face, but with a faint smile.

"I used to think that practitioners were integrated with society, but now it seems that this may be the real integration, the best use of things, and the ability is no longer a weapon used to engage in an arms race between countries and accumulate bullets, but has become a productive force, exerting its power to build something more beautiful and useful, just like that."

He exclaimed with emotion.

Cheng Lin held a book, walked slowly from behind him, and said gently: "Everything is overturned and restarted may not be an opportunity for civilization to advance. ”

The director turned around and was taken aback: "You mean ......"

Cheng Lin shook his head, he did have some thoughts in his heart, but there was no need to say them - if he didn't say it well, wouldn't it be a breach of the prophet's qualifications?

So, he just shook his head and said nothing.

The director's eyes suddenly revered a lot.

"I sent coordinates to the world, in the next few days, maybe people will continue to come to this land, and you will need to respond, and you will still need your help to be busy with farming and housing, I am a little tired, so I will go and rest for the time being."

Cheng Lin said again.

The director immediately subconsciously put his legs together and straightened his waist: "That's natural." ”

This nine-rank powerhouse has completely surrendered.

Of course, it was not Cheng Lin who he surrendered, but the great power of creation that he represented.

……

Cheng Lin left the crowd all the way and trekked towards the nearest peak.

Strange to say, after the rain falls, although the vast plateau turns green, these mountains do not change much.

Especially the mountains further in, those snow-capped mountains in the Himalayas, still maintain the appearance of the past, cold, white, and exude a dusty atmosphere.

The climate here creates an interesting coexistence.

"Presumably to ensure a supply of fresh water?"

Cheng Lin thought secretly.

"Whew."

Cheng Lin climbed this hill, there was no snow on the peak, just a layer of pale green turf, which was very cute.

He sat on the top of the hill and placed the black-covered book in front of him.

A slightly cold wind blew.

"Boom la la ......"

The pages of the book are turned up automatically.

Soon, the surroundings blurred.

Cheng Lin saw the new handwriting on the page.

[In the next three months, under your inspiration, the Twelve Apostles led their camp to the Qingcang Plateau, that is, the New World, which was destined to be a very tragic journey]

[The power of the end times is becoming more and more apparent, the land collapses without warning, food is scarce, plagues are plagued, and the sea rises to flood the land...... The number of deaths rises dramatically every day, but there are also some of the strongest, or the luckiest, who follow in the footsteps of the Twelve Apostles and move towards the land of hope.

[Compared with the people of the Xia Kingdom, the people of the rest of the continents are countless times more difficult, the ocean is cut off from land communication, and people can only take ships to come here, but after all, there are few boats, so only a very small number of people can come to Xinlu by boat]

[Some animals are also guided to the New World, and animals are constantly entering the New World, and you tell Qiao Ya that it is forbidden for anyone to actively hunt these animals, and they should have the right to breed here]

[One after another, the Twelve Apostles arrived at this last pure land with the only remaining remnants of the people, and the number was only one-twelfth of them, and Qiao Ya and the Second Secretary received them on your behalf, and built houses and cultivated fields together]

[The apostles have come to visit you, but you have never left the mountain, you have not communicated much, and they have not disturbed your peace, but have only worshiped from afar]

[The river of life filled their bellies, and the land became more and more populated, and large fields began to be cultivated, and the collected seeds were planted, and after a rain, those seeds began to sprout, break through the soil, and grow rapidly]

[More and more houses have been built, and with this as the center, spreading outward, Qiao Ya has absorbed some new white-clothed believers, preaching faith, she still comes to report every day, but you don't care much, she has established new rules and order, and pushed out a similar religious structure, and slowly, this land has a new jubilant atmosphere]

[Time goes on, you tell Joya that in order to celebrate the survival of mankind from the catastrophe and the beginning of the rebirth of civilization, a grand banquet will be held in the New World on November 1, and this day will also be designated as the New World Day, a common holiday for 50 million humans in the New World, yes, as of November 1, about 50 million humans have arrived in the New World, and they are the last survivors]

……

[November 1st has arrived, today is the last day of the apocalypse, in Da Vinci's prophecy, this is also the so-called "Last Supper", the banquet at the bottom of the mountain is about to begin, you decide to go down the mountain to see]

……

The pages of the scroll stopped.

Stopped on November 1.

Namely: the Last Supper Night.

The blurred scenery became clear.

What had been a day turned into a starry night.

Cheng Lin sat on the top of the mountain, raised his head, and saw countless stars.

"What a beautiful ......"

He couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

The moonlight spilled down.

The starry sky at the top of the snow-capped mountain is incomparably bright.

It exudes an air of tranquility.

He looked down and saw the little bonfire on the ground.

In the dark, the houses built together are neat and beautiful.

In the distance, in the endless fertile fields that have been cultivated, the crops are thriving.

People followed his instructions and lit bonfires on the red field outdoors.

The firelight is dotted, and the splendid starry sky is contrasted.

People gathered around the campfire, prepared food, laughed and laughed – thanks to the River of Life, a lot of food brought in by cart was stored and brought out to celebrate tonight.

The earth is in harmony.

Cheng Lin got up, grabbed the book, and went down the mountain.

In a short time, his feet stepped on the earth.

The white-clothed believers at the foot of the mountain immediately spotted him and saluted one after another.

"Lord Prophet!"

Someone went to look for Joya, not long after.

With a white sound, Qiao Ya, who was full of holy breath, appeared in front of Cheng Lin.

"You broke through again?"

Cheng Lin said in surprise.

Qiao Ya nodded respectfully: "I just advanced to the seventh rank yesterday." ”

Cheng Lin nodded.

He felt that this was probably an arrangement of deduction, and the speed at which Qiao Ya's realm ascension was really appalling.

However, this was only a slight surprise to him.

"Your Excellency, come with me, the banquet will not begin until you announce it, and ...... Your twelve apostles are also waiting for you. ”

In the past three months, the twelve people have become familiar with Qiao Ya.

During the conversation, Qiao Ya also learned that they were the twelve people who had been gifted by Cheng Lin twenty years ago.

Upon learning of this, Qiao Ya's awe of Cheng Lin went to a higher level, and her admiration was incomprehensible.

"Okay."

Cheng Lin nodded and let Qiao Ya lead the way.