The gray land is burning, the blue ocean is burning, the infinite sky is burning, and every qiē between heaven and earth seems to be shrouded in those high-temperature blazing flames, trying their best to squeeze out every trace of fuel inside themselves and add it to the flames of this flame.

The volcano erupted, and the hot red magma sank into the sea, steaming up endless mist, and the ocean currents began to set off huge waves that were higher than one another, constantly lapping against the land that had already been melted into strange shapes. Heaven and earth are filled with palpitating light and heat, and the smell of ruin.

The animals of the land scurried and ran, their fur rotten and bone-deep, as if the light, the fluctuations, the flames were soul-devouring fires from the netherworld, and no matter how far they fled from the burning woods, no matter how deep they dug into the deep holes under the grasslands, they still did not escape the destruction that would perish all living beings.

The animals of the ocean also swam restlessly, desperately avoiding the heat and poisonous gases gushing from the deep trenches of the sea, and the feeding animals, accustomed to swimming freely in the icy waters, poked their heads out of the water in despair, and breathed into their lungs with hot air and dust carrying deadly toxins.

The birds in the sky were still struggling to fly, far away from the dazzling light in the sky, and rushed desperately towards the two ends of the earth, and the natural sensitivity of life let them know that it was probably only in those inaccessible places that they could find the last paradise. This is a great migration that is completely out of harmony with the seasons, and in this migration, most of the birds still die on the way, falling on the dry earth, and there are very few birds that can really escape the blazing light and black dust.

The light between heaven and earth gradually dimmed, but the air was filled with dust and dark clouds, which unusually and ruthlessly obscured the round wheel overhead. The animals that survived the catastrophe gathered around a small waterhole and desperately scrambled for the only clean water source, and more than thirty large crocodiles crouched in the depths of the waterhole, and countless animals gathered around the waterhole and began to dig small puddles, or bold, strong carnivores, bravely began to attack the crocodile's territory.

There was no trace of any birds in the sky, and the fish on the bottom of the sea had already been frightened into the coral reefs of the deep sea, and they didn't dare to come out. Above the surface, a dozen huge sperm whales floated tiredly, occasionally flicking their tails weakly, and farther afield, around the islands, the sea lions screamed desperately and angrily at the sky, biting each other with cruelty, venting their deepest fears.

The animals gathered around the waterhole gradually died, some killed each other, some died because they inhaled the black dust in the air, some died because they died of hunger, some died because they died of thirst, and many more actually died because they drank the water in the waterhole.

The air was dry, and there were only countless white skeletons left around the waterhole, large or small, or bent, or frightened, and the fur and flesh on their bodies had already been returned to the earth, leaving only these white bones still around, accompanying the most powerful reptiles in the waterhole, which had not perished for tens of millions of years.

After a few more rìs, the waterhole dried up, and the big crocodile, which weighed hundreds of pounds, lay down on the dirt as if it were fate, letting the not blazing sun bask the red mud on its back, gradually dying, gradually withering, gradually rotting, and gradually turning into shocking white bones.

In fact, these tough reptiles actually end up being air-dried.

There was still a dead silence in the air, except for the black thick clouds that rolled and pressed towards the earth, there was no trace of life activity, and the scene on the sea surface was even more cruel, to the place where the warm ocean current and the cold current in the northern part of the bay met, countless large aquatic animals, either floating and sinking in the sea water on the shore of the island, or sinking on the quiet bottom of the sea, those whales and sea lions and manatees had already turned into rotting flesh and blood, polluting the entire sea water, turning the entire bay into an Shura field, and the air was filled with a foul smell。

The scavenging animals survived for a longer time because of these huge deposits, and they were keenly aware that the closer they were to the shores of the land, the more the smell of death filled the heavens and the earth, so they ate carefully.

Finally, one day, the dry, dark, hellish world finally rained, the rain hit the few remaining leaves on the edge of the grassland, and also woke up the insects hiding in the holes, the round water droplets rolled down on the muddy ground, a beetle happily washed its face, and the rain gradually converged, along the ancient waterway, towards the depths of the grassland, along the way, I don't know how many creatures who used sleep to avoid ruining miè.

The trickling river poured into the bone-walled pool, and it was amazing that a lizard, hidden deep in the rocky crevices of the river, was still alive, spitting out a crimson tongue, clumsily treading through the shallow water, licking through the white bones of the crocodile's huge eye sockets, occasionally stretching out a right forefoot, and declaring to the surroundings alone and furiously that it had ownership of the pool...... Anyway, there were more than a thousand white skeletons around the waterhole, and they had fallen silent, and it was impossible to express any objection to its declaration, and if those lions and big baboons were still alive, the world would be a different place.

No matter in which world, rain always represents life, this time seems to be no exception, the air is filled with those black sè dust washed away by the rain, these dust that can not be blown away by the wind, after all, succumbed to the power of the water god, the air reappeared fresh and pleasant taste, the creatures of the four fields were born because of the water, gathered because of the water, began the happy aftermath of the catastrophe, and restarted the hunt between each other, even if it was this bloody hunting, it also carried a gratifying taste of life.

However, these creatures do not know what terrible things are the black dust that rains from the sky, and they do not know that the rain can wash away the dust, but it can never wash away the lines that permeate the heavens and the earth, those invisible shapes, but enough to kill the vast majority of life.

When it rains, the sea calms down a lot, and the waves slowly push the dead animal carcasses into the reef on the shore, and the rancid smell is much better washed away by the rain.

However, the moment when the rain became heavier and heavier, and it seemed that it would never stop, the animals who drank the rain began to feel that life was slowly moving away from their bodies, they did not know why, and that instinctive panic made them extremely desperate, and in the pouring rain, they tried their last strength, and began to kill meaninglessly and cruelly, even their own compatriots.

After countless floods, large and small, life on land was once again devastated, leaving no trace of survival except for countless corpses soaked in the dirty water. And the rotting corpses piled up at the edge of the ocean were beaten into disgusting foam by the countless heavy rains, which had nothing to do with that fairy tale at all.

However, God's punishment of this world still does not seem to be over, the rain is followed by a sudden frost, from north to south, the air all over the four fields suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, the sun can not be seen in the world, it seems that the season is also confused, and the deep cold winter appears in front of the already dangerous life.

The frost was followed by snow, endless snow, and the first snowflakes were still carrying the black and gray face, and finally they returned to whiteness, and they looked incomparably holy, covering the sky, covering the earth, covering the ocean, and the whole world was shrouded in wind and snow, and the cold descended on the earth, and the ice extended into the sea.

The white expanse of the land is so clean, the endless snow, it never stops, there is no sign of life activity on the snow, this picture has continued and continued calmly and coldly, for a year, two years, ten years, a hundred years.................. Fan Xian seemed to have woken up from a dream, and it took a long time to withdraw his gaze from the light mirror in the air, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were slightly white, although the qiē shown in the previous picture was the result of his analysis and judgment after entering the temple, but he really watched this scene happen in front of his eyes, and the intense sadness and pain still made his heart even more sore, because he knew that this was not a god realm, and he couldn't just treat these as myths like the people in this world, and then record them on the murals, and record them in legends, he knew that this qiē was a real thingThose who died in the catastrophe have all been real.

The bloodshot in his eyes represented exhaustion and exhaustion, Fan lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, then raised his head again, staring at the snow scene in the aerial light mirror that seemed to not change for ten thousand years, he knew that the change would definitely happen, otherwise how would civilization continue to the world today? The most important thing that made his heartstrings tremble slightly was that at this time, he still did not see what kind of terrible torture the people in that world, those former companions, had suffered.

............ Magnificent, wonderful, jīngchic, plain, quaint, shabby...... Architecture is the existence of this world that does not correspond to the grass nest cave at all, and it is also the existence that suffered the hardest blow in that catastrophe, and the people of that world have mastered some secrets of the Creator, but in the end they throw these weapons of destruction on their heads, which is a ridiculous fact.

The high temperature melted the cement and steel bars, the shock wave shattered all the remnants, the unknown shè line between heaven and earth killed all the people, the drought was followed by the flood, the frost was followed by the wind and snow, I don't know how many years have passed, under the vast white snow, the glory that once had has been obscured, and no one knows that there was once a race that was once incomparably glorious in this world.

Wind and snow I don't know how many years, finally someone appeared in the picture again, the destruction of civilization, the survival of life instinct, the tyrannical fight reappeared, in the wasteland, the remaining life, only in order to survive, and successfully showed the most difficult side of the animal to be accepted by people.

Fan Xian didn't want to see this, so the picture rotated quickly, and he was like sitting in front of a time machine, watching the fall of civilization, looking at the remnants of civilization, looking at the remnants of civilization, and watching the remnants of the fire of civilization, after all, he disappeared into the wilderness.

He watched as the remaining tall buildings under the snow were eroded and collapsed by the wind and snow, and the weeds behind the ice and snow took over their bodies, and with the magic of time feng shui and nature, they turned them into rocks and rust, and they could no longer see any of their original appearance.

He watched as the people dressed in animal skins re-inhabited the caves, re-erected the grass huts, and picked up the bone arrows again, but forgot the words, forgot the language.

The building is up, the building is down, the building is up again, Fan Xian always thought that civilization was the most vital existence, and no matter how big the blow was, he could always rely on a little spark to rekindle the prairie again, but looking at the scenes that flashed quickly on the light mirror, he knew that civilization itself was the most fragile thing between heaven and earth, and when the material world on which civilization depended was lost, the things in the god were always so easy to forget.

The picture flashed for a moment, but the world no longer knew that hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and the last glory had not left any traces in this world after all, and had completely disappeared.

Fan Xian witnessed the occurrence of this qiē, his eyes were slightly red, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his fists clenched, and he saw a thousand years in an instant, the bluestone beside him was not rotten, and the world had passed 10,000 years.

He truly saw the vicissitudes of life, the stars shifting, and the earth changing.

He saw that the former bay had become fertile soil, but he wondered if the nutrients left by the dead bodies of countless animals would help this change between heaven and earth. He saw that after the volcanic activity had calmed down, the dead grassland had risen slightly, free from the threat of floods, and a primitive man of a tribe had come from the northeast, and began to work hard to drive out wild beasts and slash and burn.

I don't know how long later, a blind man covered in a black cloth stepped through the snow and ice of the north and came to the tribe of ancient humans, and he was called the messenger by later generations.

The messenger came from the north and taught him the skill of netting, and the people of the tribe bowed down to the north and praised the gods.

And messengers came from the north, and gave them the way to remember things, and the people of the tribe sang the praises of God's kindness.

Then there were envoys from the north who gave them the words, and the people of the tribe repaired the altars, painted petroglyphs among the mountain walls, and praised the blessings of the temple.

............ Fan Xian buried his head deep in his knees, his rapid breathing made his back rise and fall, and he didn't know how long he was silent. He finally understood most of the things, since he confirmed that this was the earth, he had been unaware of a lot of things, why the words used in this world happened to be the words he knew in his previous life, why the words in this world did not seem to have too complicated evolutionary process, but it seemed to be like this from the beginning.

"I have a question, why all the one qiē is gone, and you ...... Or rather, the temple has survived. Fan Xian's voice was very hoarse, he basically confirmed at this time that the time of the catastrophe should be after his death, but it will not be too long after his death, because the construction process of this temple is a little unfamiliar to him, but after all, in terms of technology and civilization, he has not developed anything that he doesn't understand very well.

On the smooth light mirror, there are still scenes of joys and sorrows of the tribesmen, and the bloody sacrifices when they pioneered the wilderness, these remnants who have experienced hundreds of thousands of years of cold winter and silence have long forgotten that they are too far away to exist in ancient times, but after all, they are human beings who have evolved once, and when the environment of this world has allowed them to move relatively zìyóu, the wisdom hidden deep in the collective unconscious, has finally exploded, especially the messenger from the north who is covered with black cloth, every once in a while, he will descend on the tribe and bring the blessings of the temple, which has catalyzed the progress of human social civilization very quickly。

It's like a game with a plug-in, and the picture in the light mirror is moving forward extremely quickly, and it doesn't seem that it took hundreds of thousands of years for humans to develop to what they are today. It's just that since many years ago, the messenger covered with black cloth has never appeared in the world again, and those who have taken on this task have been entrusted to those who walk in the world, and the celestial veins taught by those messengers.

When Fan Xian asked, the picture of the light mirror happened to stop on a lonely peak, and countless people were fanatically and courageously digging stone steps on the mountain, and then transporting stones and timber to the top of the mountain, where they wanted to build a temple.

This lonely sea hangs on the seaside, half of the mountain is like green jade, smooth like a mirror, facing the rising sun of the East China Sea, which is the Dadong Mountain that Fan Xian is very familiar with and even climbed in person.

The voice of the temple rang out again in all directions, and the tone was still gentle, but there was still no real emotion: "The beauty of the museum has been preserved all thanks to luck, and in the words of the world, it is destiny." ”

Yes, apart from the Mandate of Heaven, apart from luck, what else can explain the ruins of a civilization that should have been hundreds of thousands of years ago, but today it is still lying quietly in the snowy mountains, calmly and gently watching every step of the remnants of the world?

Probably only the eternal ice and snow can resist the power of time, and the unintentional destruction of nature has not made this temple disappear in the long river of time like those magnificent buildings.

The temple is powered by solar energy, which may be one of the reasons, but the ancient war is obviously impossible to bring about such a big change between heaven and earth, could it be that there is something big wrong with the earth itself?

Fan Xian could have thought deeply about this issue, but the emotions in his mind at this time fluctuated extremely violently, especially when he saw the blind messenger covered in black cloth on the picture, and the last appearance of the Dadongshan jade mural, which made him feel a little dry and unable to speak at all.

If this qiē on the picture is true, then what is Uncle Wuzhu? Can he be regarded as a prophet of the entire human society today? Teacher? Thinking that he had lived and grown up with Uncle Wuzhu since he was a child, but it turned out that he was really living by the side of a legend, Fan Xian's body couldn't help but tremble.

"But I don't believe you're the only place left in the world. Fan Xian's hoarse voice trembled, sounding a little weird, "This doesn't make sense." ”

"Time can confirm a qiē, I have spent hundreds of thousands of years in this world, and have not found a similar existence. The voice of the temple sounded in Fan Xian's ears, very calm, "I have been able to survive until now and continue to complete my mission of helping mankind, on the one hand, it is luck, and on the other hand, it is also because in these hundreds of thousands of years, the messengers have also been constantly repairing the temple, but unfortunately, the messengers have gradually been consumed by time." ”

Although the voice of the temple said that it was a pity, there was no such thing in the tone. After closing his eyes and pondering for a long time, Fan Xian pointed to the Dadong Mountain above the light mirror and the temple that was about to be completed, and said, "I have been to this place, why do you want to use the guò messenger to spread a divine word and build such a temple there?"

When passing through Dadong Mountain from the sea, every time he sees the neat and tidy jade wall that is like a sword cut by the gods, Fan Xian will shake his mind, looking at the impossible scenery in this world, he always feels that this jade wall is not like a natural formation, but if it is done by manpower, what kind of power does it need?

What puzzled Fan Xian the most was why Uncle Wuzhu went to Dadong Mountain to recuperate after he was injured, and why did Emperor Laozi's final battlefield choose to be in Dadong Mountain?

"It's in remembrance. The voice of the temple was silent for a moment and then said, "That is the origin of the outbreak of war, the weapons of human cannibalism, and the violent explosion and conflict there, and finally the consequences that human beings themselves cannot estimate...... As for the last imprint, it is the neat jade wall on that side, the city has long ceased to exist, and the mountain has been melted away in half, and finally became the current state. ”

Fan Xian closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he didn't know this secret until now, it turned out that Dadong Mountain was the flashpoint of the war, a mountain range was melted into a lonely peak hanging on the seaside, and the rocks were melted into a green jade wall by the high temperature, what an exaggerated horror.

"Therefore, the spokes of Dadong Mountain are the strongest, and if the vitality of heaven and earth is the strongest......," Fan Xian's hoarse voice sounded, and he said his reasoning, "If my judgment is correct, I don't understand, why can the spokes of murder become the vitality of heaven and earth? If the people of the world are really the remnants of the previous generation of human beings, why do they have such things as meridians in their bodies?"

"Because humans are the stupidest species in the world, the smartest species, and most crucially, they are the most adaptable species. The voice of the temple responded, "I have absolute confidence in this. ”