The old man's words made Mo Chenshi's expression a little depressed, and he shook his head slightly. Since the death of his only loved one, he has not known where to call it home. A place where you have relatives can be called home, and now you are a person, and where you are there is home, and the small town of Yoria without relatives is just a more familiar place to stay.

"Just thinking about something from the past. ”

"No homesickness, no way! I can see that emotion in your eyes. The old man shook his slightly drunken head and immediately shouted. "You're cheating on my old man! Your expression is clearly saying that I miss my mother!"

"Old man, I didn't lie to you. I used to have a home, but now it's gone. Mother?I don't know who the woman who gave birth to me is, is there a difference between a family relationship that I have never met and a stranger?Is it useful to think of her? She is just an unknown passerby to me. The starry sky above his head was still so mysterious and beautiful, Mo Chen leaned on the carriage and looked up at the sky with his head on his hands, and stated with a flat face.

"......" Mo Chen's words made the old man rarely embarrassed. I thought that his eyes were like electricity and he had insight into human nature, but the reality told him that he was purely an uncle, and your old eyes were dizzy. The old man took a sip of wine and said: "The years are like knives, and the shrunken head is still sharpened." “

"And where are you going?" the old man, whose tongue was a little inflexible, had a red nose and gasped for a mouthful of wine.

"I don't know, probably traveling to the mainland. The night ahead eroded everything, Mo Chen said nonchalantly.

"Traveling to the mainland?!" the old man was amused, his red nose cocked high, and the sound of a transposition popping out of his nostrils was very similar to the sound of a foraging pig.

"That's right, just me, what's wrong?" If you say your ideals, you old man will be mocked, can't you give the young man a little encouragement? Mo Chen slanted at the old man who was smiling like a muscle spasm all over his body, and thought angrily.

"The only person you can tell at a glance about such a 'grandiose' goal is you, a stupid boy from the countryside who doesn't know anything. Do you know the name of this continent? Do you know the rules of this continent? I think you've been brainwashed by those bale bards! I think you've been in the countryside all your life, but if you travel around the continent as you say, I guess within a week of your journey you'll be caught and sold by slave traders. ”

"Bloodline, what do you mean?" Mo Chen's ideals had not been burning long before the old man suddenly poured a basin of cold water over him, which immediately stunned this person who had no knowledge of the outside class. They are all human beings, with the same bright red blood, what kind of blood?

"Of course I know that the name of this continent is Mu, and the supreme ruler is called Ram! I also know that to the west of this continent there is an empire of light called Atlantis. ”

"Even the colonists from the alien planet in the west know, yes! How long have you listened to the bard?" the old man spat out a strong smell of wine and a full smell of old age, and Mo Chen fell off the carriage.

After finally sitting down, Mo Chen rubbed his arm that had been scratched just now, grinning his teeth. "A few years ago......" Mo Chen was stunned when he finished speaking. I should have said out loud, "I know this from a book!"

Why did he expose his ignorant nature without saying a word?

The old man grinned neatly - rotten yellow teeth, "The memory is not bad, how much do you know about the rest?"

Now that he has exposed his true nature, there is no need to pretend to be erudite. I don't know in the first place, so I should be kind enough to help the poor and helpless old man, and use my precious time to listen to this foul-smelling nonsense!" "I don't know, please tell me what is the class of blood?"

The old man showed a teachable expression, and was very satisfied with Mo Chen's attitude, "This continent is called Mu Continent, which means 'the empire of the Mother Sun', and it is said that the gods disappeared into the sun after leaving. Probably in order to pay tribute to the disappeared gods, the descendants of the gods turned this land where the gods once lived into the Mu Continent......"

I want to know what you mean by bloodline, and what use do you give me about the origin of this empire and the continent? Mo Chen looked helplessly at the old man's mouth and spit like a flood, and the words were swallowed hard in his mouth. Because the old man's sinful hand demonstratively showed its strength in front of him, for this reason, Mo Chen held his head very honestly and quietly became a good listener.

At the end of the collapse of the last era, Narayana, the supreme god of the universe, sang the song of life, turning the seeds of life into feathers in her own body before the end of the world, and followed her through the long river of time, hoping to find a place to rest somewhere in time. No one knows when this journey began or ended, and after countless years had passed, the Goddess hoped that the seeds of life would take root again in this era.

At that time, the environment was not so perfect, Narayana tried the first seeds that were sown, and the seeds died of exhaustion despite careful care.

Perhaps unwillingly, the goddess thought for a moment and planted the second batch of seeds. However, this batch of seeds used the blood of the goddess instead of water as their source of life, which allowed them to survive. When these seeds grew into large trees, the goddess gave them all the remaining seeds and her own divine blood, and told them to plant other seeds when the environment was suitable. At the same time, they were made to make a vow that they would not be free until all the remaining seeds had grown, and as a reward for their hard work, Narayana promised that the world of the true God, Eternal Paradise, would be open to them forever.

Let me explain here, old man, that these seeds, watered by the blood of the gods, are the humanoids we now call gods, which possess divine powers, but do not possess the divinity to match. Although there is divine blood flowing in the body, it is still a human shell. They may be perfect as human beings at the advanced level, but as gods they are failures.

Mo Chen nodded and motioned for him to continue, anyway, he was forced to be an audience, it doesn't matter how you say it, but old man, can you speak faster?

The old man took a sip of sweet wine and moistened his throat, and under the volatilization of alcohol, the old man's voice became louder.

The lucky seeds made a pact with the goddess and spent the years following looking for a suitable place to sow the remaining seeds.

In fact, at that time, the environment was quite harsh, but the greatest danger to the seeds was the remnants of the previous era, that is, the remnants of the last era. In order to protect the seeds of new life, the goddess Narayana used most of her divine power to seal the remnants of this era somewhere. The remnants have questioned the cursed goddess, blaming her for favoring the new life, and why did they bear such a heavy punishment when they had done nothing, and why did you have to bear such a heavy punishment as the supreme god, and why did you deprive us of the value of our existence for no reason while we were struggling to survive.

"Every time a species is born beyond the present life, the old species will die out at the cost. This is a rule that has been set since the beginning of the universe! neither you nor I have the right to change ......" the goddess said softly, but her eyes were full of cold chills.

Because of their different philosophies, the Great War swept across the planet in an instant, and although the remnants of the previous era fought hard and even saw the dawn of victory, they were finally completely suppressed.

Because they were one step away from abolishing Narayana's godhead, there was a traitor in the remnant population who had betrayed the entire race simply for the sake of Narayana's promise of eternal life.

The traitor got his long-cherished wish - eternal life, eternal life alone, and the traitor of that race disappeared into the long river of time.

After the great battle, the goddess had already exhausted herself, and after looking back at the planet she had worked so hard to protect, she opened the door to heaven and disappeared into it, and no one has seen her since.

Tens of thousands of years later, the second generation of seeds, the gods, kept their promise and allowed the remaining seeds to take root and survive. But they didn't water the remaining seeds with divine blood, and there couldn't be too many people with divine powers, and a group of creatures with them was enough. It is this selfish decision that robs other seeds of the opportunity to evolve. The creatures, who were revered as gods by later generations, together decided the fate of the remaining seeds.

Those uncivilized seeds who lost the opportunity to evolve have achieved some brilliant achievements with the help of the second generation of seeds, and they are rightfully worshiped and revered as gods by those seeds. Isn't that ridiculous?

The second-generation seed may have been nostalgic for this display of divine power in front of the lower creatures and the devout worship of the world.

Time passed, probably after they woke up from their false dreams, and they began to spend thousands of years following in the footsteps of Narayana, and finally stopped at the current imperial capital, that is, Hiraniblah. Find the altar left behind by the goddess, and together they open the gate to heaven, and then disappear into the door.

The loss of the guidance of the gods made the remaining seeds weep, but there was nothing they could do. After all, the road of reproduction of life still has to be taken!

The gods left behind great miracles and their descendants. These people, known as the descendants of the gods, took possession of the entire inheritance of the gods of their ancestors, and then shouted at each other to fight for whose ownership of the territory was.

In the end, among the descendants of God, the line of Light God prevailed, declaring that they were the true descendants of God. The remnant of the descendants will either be converted or completely wiped out. In this way, the dominance and destiny of this continent are completely in the hands of the descendants of light.

Those straw bale bards often go around singing about the ancient god wars, where the descendants are biting at each other, but they are glorified. What's so strange about dog-eat-dog?

After the God War, the Mu Empire began to be officially built. The original Ram built the magnificent Temple of the Seven Feathered Serpents in the capital of the Empire, Hiraniblah, dividing the vast empire into seven regions, which has a great connection with the worship of the Seven Feathered Serpent God - Narayana by their descendants. It is occupied by himself and his six children. He made it a rule that each generation of Ram had to be selected from these seven districts. After becoming Ram, he abandoned his original surname and changed it to O. Narayana!

The victors often use their divine powers to threaten and intimidate those who try to resist, but the descendants will eventually be united with humans after passing on from generation to generation, so that the divine blood will gradually thin out. Anyway, these descendants are not as good as the generation, the divine blood in the body has long been thinned, few people can reproduce the power before the divine war, and most of the Ram have not even reached a tenth of the strength of the descendants of the previous generation, although they have been marrying close relatives to maintain the purity of the blood as early as 1000 years ago. But it works!hehe......

However, this generation of Sky Lords is very special, and her strength is even better than any generation of Ram after the Divine War. It is also rumored that her current strength can rival that of the descendants of the gods of the previous generations.

In order to consolidate their rule, the higher authorities used a series of means to concentrate their power. Lineage is the most important link! In this bloodline-built society, bloodline determines everything. The descendants who live at the top of the pyramid of bloodline will only use honor, obedience, nobility, and orthodoxy to erase the existence of the lower classes. The lowest bloodline is just a group of two-legged animals that are raised, providing their own fresh blood for those of advanced blood to suck.

Do you want to travel through the entire Mu Continent? Sorry! Unless you have a noble blood or above, you can get through it unimpeded. As for the bards who are poor and struggling on the starvation line, they are all nobles, albeit bankrupt aristocrats. In my opinion, your bloodline should be the lowest, and the lowest bloodline has no rights, including the freedom to travel. Don't be so upset, don't worry! Your worth is between the high cattle and the slaves!

The old man held the wine jar and said in a slightly drunk tone: "Boy, the bloodline level of the horses pulling the cart is higher than yours now!"

"What is that slave?"

Captives of war and those who were forced to lose their free property, and those who voluntarily became slaves, were not excluded. Of course, there were many kinds of slaves, and some of them were still of high status. The old man gulped down the wine and recounted in an indifferent tone. At the same time, the big sinful hand scratched vigorously under the crotch a few times, and the old man groaned in comfort.

"Is there no slave under you?" Mo Chen directly ignored the vulgar and obscene posture and dirty cry, and consulted some specific situations.

"Yes, low-class animals, like mules, or something. Shaking the jug in his hand, "It's gone so soon?" the old man threw the jug down the road, and when he heard the crisp sound, he stretched out comfortably.

The sound of the jug cracking was like a sharp sword cutting through the silence of the night and reaching the other side of the wheat field.