Wren's body was wrapped in a layer of green cocoon-like things, his consciousness was fluttering, and his whole soul was drawn into a very mysterious state. He opened his eyes in a trance www.biquge.info feeling like he had become a tree, wandering in the cold, dark void.

The fierce wind made him shiver, and the whistling meteorite scarred his body. In this state, time becomes extremely slow, almost static. He became dazed and terrified. He didn't feel a trace of warmth, and all that accompanied him was loneliness and darkness.

I don't know how long it took, just when he went from loneliness to madness, and was helplessly silent, experienced neurotic sensitivity, and passed through the madness of wanting to die, all emotions were erased by time, and the real ancient well was without waves, he saw a bright light.

It was a distant orb, with a blue glow that made his mood fluctuate slightly. When he finally reached the side of the sphere after spending endless years, he realized that it was huge, and it was a planet!

It was the first time he had seen such a substance, and he was excited to root on it, and was pleasantly surprised to find a number of other similar trees on the planet. Unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to communicate with the trees, they were silent. His active heart fell silent again.

As the years passed, the planet experienced tsunami earthquakes, and even was hit by an alien meteorite, all of which were unharmed. But Wren, who was rooted in it, found to his horror that it was shrinking little by little. It is impossible to see with the eyes, but with the passage of time, the change is obvious. Until one day, the planet turned into a speck of dust and drifted away in the cold, dark void.

Wren began his aimless journey again, and as the years went on to grow larger, he encountered a variety of planets and species. Some planets even have creatures, and those intelligent beings even call him a god, and he does shelter these people from some disasters. But even so, these planets did not escape the end of turning to dust.

It wasn't until he had experienced hundreds of planets and his body had turned from a small sapling into a towering giant tree that he suddenly realized that hundreds of gorgeous flowers had grown on his body. These flowers were beautiful when they bloomed, and the fragrance of the flowers was pervasive, but he smelled a strong smell of blood from them. He understood that the reason why those planets had become smaller and smaller after his arrival was because he had plundered the power of the Origin.

Despite knowing this, he didn't feel anything, because time had smoothed all his edges and corners, making him apathetic and losing interest in everything. At this time, he is like a monk who has attained the Tao, his mind is calm, and there are no waves in the ancient well, even if death envelops his whole body, he cannot stir up a ripple. Even when the terrifying black hole appeared in front of him, he did not hesitate at all.

Then, he saw a group of people shouting in surprise. These people gave him a feeling that was completely different from the intelligent creatures he had seen before, they had a powerful breath and violent mood swings. Wren still feels indifferent, he is rooted in this fertile land, silently experiencing the changes of the times.

The men seemed to want to hurt him, and they used swords, axes, and saws to use all kinds of power, but they couldn't destroy him in the slightest. Eventually, they brought in an old man. It was the closest thing he had ever seen to death, like a candle with a spark remaining, ready to go out at any moment.

To Wren's surprise, the man who exuded death was lying there, babbling about his birth, the survival of the tribe, the invasion of wizards, and the covetousness of demons...... He kept saying this, and he never died. Wren listened silently, and his mood finally went up and down.

"What a good story, what can I do for you?" he finally spoke, thinking as he did to those who worshipped him as a god in the past, giving them some favor according to the rules of intelligent beings. The difference is that this time he took the initiative to speak.

The man smiled at him, "I just want to tell you a story quietly." ”

As a result, his will swept through the world like a raging sea, sending all the wizards and demons in the other party's mouth into the abyss of death.

The man continued to tell him stories until one day he could no longer open his mouth. Just when he regretted the departure of such an interesting person, the son of the other party took his place. The young man told more interesting stories, and was in the prime of life, unlike the dying fellow who had to gasp for breath every little while. And so on, the children and grandchildren of the other party continued the tradition of telling him stories for thousands of years, until a truly terrifying existence came and challenged him.

The man claimed to be the Ancestor of the Titans, a thousand feet tall and powerful. Wren is not afraid of fighting, but he does not disdain it, but unfortunately things do not go as planned, and this giant is not weak. In the end, even if he kills the other party, the world becomes a mess, and those who tell him stories also die.

He felt sad, so he spent his strength to collect the remnants of those people's souls, and according to their original appearance, he used the flowers that he grew with all kinds of strange energies to give them a new life.

This took on too much of his strength, causing his body to metamorphose, and eventually used more than half of his power to condense the Moon Spring, where it took root and became the mother tree worshiped by these self-proclaimed "elves". Time passed, and he experienced warmth when he opened his heart. All the elves were like his children, making him happy and worried at the same time, afraid that he would draw the power of this world and turn it into a wasteland, even if he knew that it was different from the world he had experienced before.

After some trade-offs, he condensed the remaining two flowers into the two most powerful beings, nourishing them with his own energy. Gradually, the two beings became conscious, expressed their attachment to him, and their independent thoughts appeared.

One day, he suddenly noticed that there was a gap between the two children, and he slowly figured out the reason. In order to maintain the relationship with the child, he pretended to be a villain to stop the other child, but unexpectedly made the other party have evil thoughts. He felt sorrow and deep pain.

Seeing that Moon Spring was polluted by his own child, and even put him in crisis, who had already spent most of his strength and was ready to die, he was still not willing to take action against his child. It wasn't until the elves were on the verge of destruction that he knew that his good intentions had done something bad, and things had reached a step of no return......

"Child, I can only use my experience to give you some enlightenment......" The voice grew fainter and weaker, but Wren suddenly woke up.

He looked at his hands in horror, and felt his physical state, and at the same time, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a thick sense of complexity. (To be continued.) )