The group soon reached the door of the tallest stone house in the wall, and the other scales who followed the group all subconsciously stopped, only Arras, Yat, and Milan and Gitanni, who were carrying stretchers, hurriedly walked in. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The stone house had no windows, and it was a little dim inside, and the walls on either side were lit with four oil lamps that were supposed to be fueled by the grease of the beasts, and it was barely possible to see the contents of the contents.

Mark noticed two long rows of bookshelves on either side of the wall, filled with thick books of all kinds, which were very large and very thick. It seems that this scale people also have writing.

Mark lay down and couldn't see what was going on, and he didn't dare to use his soul power casually, and only after Milan and Gitanni stopped, did he notice that an old man with a wrinkled face was slowly walking towards him on crutches. He should be the current prophet of the Thorn Tribe.

But soon Mark's attention turned away from the old man and on a stone hewn flower pot on the right side of the stretcher.

It was obvious that this was a plant, and he had been fighting against the "virus" with all his might when he fell to this land, and he didn't even notice that there were still plants in this barren world.

Isn't it said that water is scarce? How can there be plants without water?

What prompted him to focus on this plant was simple, he sensed the strong desire to survive emanating from this plant.

Plants also have a desire to survive? Previously Mark didn't know, but now he would answer with certainty: Yes!

Because he's coming across such a plant right now. It is also because he has stepped into the threshold of the artistic conception of life that he can feel the desire emanating from this plant so clearly. It was so strong that he had to concentrate his attention.

The plant looked ordinary, the soil underneath had dried up a bit, two of its three branches had withered, and the last one had begun to decline, and it looked like it was going to wilt completely.

"Carry me over!" Mark began, gesturing at the plant.

Milan and Gitani subconsciously looked at the old man, who didn't show any expression on his face, just nodded slightly. Mark then got his wish and went over to the plant.

He leaned back slightly, closed his eyes and carefully felt this desire to survive, and gently touched it with his hand, expressing his kindness.

For some reason, as he touched it, the plant's desire to survive became stronger and stronger.

He vaguely felt that this should be an opportunity for a breakthrough in the artistic conception of life. In the artistic conception of life and death, the artistic conception of life is the first to step into the threshold, but he has not really reached the initial state for so many years, and it seems that he lacks an introduction. And this desire to survive may be the key to this!

This was the first time he had sensed such a thing as the desire to survive, could it be because of the reason why he had advanced to the World Master? Mark was not sure in his heart, after all, the Artistic Conception of Death had succeeded before he advanced to the World Master.

Looking at Mark's strange movements, as if he cared for the dying plant in his hand like a child, everyone looked puzzled, including the prophet Treo, who had been expressionless all the time.

Everyone just watched in silence as Mark teased the withering plant there, and if Treo didn't move, they wouldn't move.

It didn't take long for Treo's face to change, followed by Art beside him.

The plant that had been sick under Mark's hand began to gradually regain its vitality under his constant caressing, and more importantly, the two withered branches of this plant were actually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is a miracle! a miracle that only God and His Messengers can do!

Soon not only Treo and Yat, but also Arras, Milan and Gitani noticed something strange, and they looked at each other with a look of shock in their eyes.

If there were doubts before, now it can be said that it is 100% certain. This man is what God calls the Messenger of God! There can be no more mistake, although he does not have the two sharp horns that are unique to God, but the other parts are exactly the same, and with this miraculous ability, what is there to doubt?

After a long time, Mark withdrew his hand, and when he opened his eyes, he looked at the plant in front of him, which was already full of life, and the excitement in his heart was indescribable.

This is the artistic conception of life! In line with the desire of living creatures to survive, they use the power of the origin of the world to transform them into powerful vitality and directly instill them into the body of living beings, so that they can quickly recover their vitality.

However, perhaps because it is only the reason of the initial realm, the requirements for the replenishment of this vitality are more demanding, not only the requirements for the origin of the world are relatively high, but also the replenishment is only the original vitality of the creature, if the creature has reached the end of its life, the artistic conception of life will have no effect.

Think that this is just an ordinary ordinary plant, and it only takes a trace of it to inject vitality into it with the power of the world's origin. But what if it's a first-level creature, or a third-level being, or even a world master? Mark estimates that the amount of world origin power that ordinary people possess is far from enough.

Therefore, the restriction of the initial realm of the artistic conception of life is extremely great, and perhaps only when the sinking realm or even the stage realm is reached, some qualitative changes will occur. But that's not what Mark has to think about right now.

Mark was seen to withdraw his hand and lie down again. Turning their heads and looking at the already vibrant plants, there was no doubt in the hearts of the group. The prophet Treo handed the prophetic scepter in his hand to Arter on the side, followed the ancient etiquette and bowed three times and nine times, and said in a voice in a slightly proficient cosmic lingua franca:

"Tribe Treo, the prophet of the Thorn Tribe, has seen the oracle!"

Seeing that the prophets were all kneeling, and the rest of Art and Arras also knelt down, Milan and Gitanni, who were carrying Mark, had a panic on their faces at this time, and they sat like pins and needles, not knowing whether to stand or kneel.

Under the pressure of the excitement of finally realizing the artistic conception of birth in his heart, Mark glanced at Treo kneeling in front of him, and actually had too many questions in his heart.

The most intuitive is the legendary god of the scale human race, what is the purpose of this suspected strong man of the Golden Horn human race to set up such a big game here? Is the Hexagonal Pagoda still alive? How many good things have these huge scale human races collected for the gods?

"Tell me about your gods first!" Mark said lightly as he lay on the stretcher, holding his head in his hands and looking down at Treo below.

With his current status as a world master, there is really no psychological pressure to be bowed down by these natives.

"Yes!

My name is Treo, and I am the current prophet of the Thorn Tribe of the Scaly Race, and legend has it that a long, long time ago, my Scaly Tribes lived very this land, they were the food of the wild beasts, and they were the slaves of the Barbarian Race.

Suddenly, one day, God appeared, the great God gave us strength, taught us to unite, use weapons to defeat the beasts and barbarians, and more importantly, God helped us train powerful god warriors!

The appearance of the Divine Warriors freed us from the fate of being reduced to food and slavery. I've been free ever since!"

Speaking of which, Treo looked at Arras with pride:

"He is the divine warrior of my Thorn Tribe!" (To be continued.) )