on the World Tree.

Minis completed the restoration of the World Tree, and began to familiarize himself with all the gifts of Herodotus.

When I was free, I found that dozens of days had passed.

"Of the creator gods, I am the only one left, so I should also continue to create, create the life of the race on earth, and promote civilization."

He sat on the Elven Throne and pondered, remembering the five realm messages that Herodotus had left him.

"Life is divided into the primordial cells of the first sense, the perfect consciousness of the brain of the second sense, and the perfect body structure of the third sense."

"Only then can you start cultivating and build a perfect body before you evolve yourself."

"And now the beings on the earth, if I create a perfect consciousness and a perfect body for them, won't they be born and be the existence of the three senses?"

He had a whim.

"If, the people on the earth are born with three senses."

"After that, they just have to practice and keep going to the fourth and fifth senses..."

"However, it limits some of the potential."

He groaned.

After all, thousands of high-rise buildings rose from the ground, and I built the first, second, and third floors for them in advance, and fixed the direction of the foundation for them.

For example, if you pinch into a transcendent race with thunder as your specialty, you can only continue to walk like this for the rest of your life.

The racial basis is restricted.

"However, the popularization has raised the lower limit, and the benefits far outweigh the disadvantages."

Sitting on the throne, Minis kept deducing, and suddenly sighed:

"As the creator god of this world, I have given life to the world, and I have the right to set the direction of race, category, lifespan, and so on for the people on the earth in this world."

"My will, the race I created, is the way forward for civilization."

He knew in his heart that it was terrible, and every decision he made could determine the rise or fall of the entire world's civilization.

Atabia and Herodotus, two amazing torches of civilization, handed over to his own hands, he does not seek to make a breakthrough and start his great legend, but only to keep it and advance steadily.

Now, this is no longer the time for the gods to discuss.

He is responsible for the entire construction of life alone, and it is likely to fall into a misunderstanding.

But he didn't have a choice.

As the king of civilization, he has the burden of a world and must make decisions that he thinks is right.

"The template of the elves is the talent of divine arts, and I will build a body for them to store a large amount of energy and better perform divine arts, and evolve the elves into a three-consciousness life."

He keeps tidying up.

As for creating a thunderous three-sense race?

Minis had no plans to do so.

Because this structure is too strong!

Without a certain amount of wisdom, ordinary people practice and die for a lifetime, which is not suitable for popularization, and is a general template.

The second is that if this power is held by others, it will affect one's own rule too much.

Thunder is the power of God.

With the exclusive artifact of the Thunder talent, the Crown of Thorns of the Six Thorns, you can use electromagnetic waves, the Divine Net, to perceive the bottom of the entire World Tree.

The strength of this power was already demonstrated by Herodotus.

Sijue, began to feel all kinds of electromagnetic waves in the air, linked to the infinite network, five senses, and all kinds of ingenious electric shock magic techniques, enough to ignite the World Tree and destroy the entire world.

This template is currently the strongest, and God himself uses it!

"The elven race is to set up a magic system, how should the martial arts system of the human race evolve?"

He groaned.

The elves have a path of spiritual talent and can be diversified.

After all, as long as you hold a book of elven laws, which contains the genetic sequence of the giant god, catalyze local body organs, come out to fight the enemy, and even summon skeletons and vines...

But the Terrans are different.

They relied on themselves to practice martial arts, mainly with fists and feet.

For example, if you give the human race a unified and "fast" genetic talent, then the entire human race, won't they all be able to practice this kind of martial arts?

"It's too dull and has no potential."

He kept pondering, "The human race, the second favorite created by the gods of the old days in the heavens, the protagonist of the earth, should have great potential. ”

As the creator god of this world, creating a transcendent race for this world is an extremely complicated matter that requires consideration of many details.

If the race is not strong, how can we deduce the transcendence of this world and continuously promote civilization?

However, he also quickly thought of a solution to the Terran martial arts:

Loaded with bloodline talents.

To put it simply, it is to leave a DNA equipment space at the end of the human race's genes, and whatever talent you want, you can equip this genetic talent yourself.

"What martial arts talent you want to practice, make your own decisions."

His mind is flowing, and his brain is racing with inspiration,

"When you practice to a certain period, go to the Terran Castle Temple, awaken the bloodline knight talent, and put on the bloodline talent totems of 'speed', 'strength' and 'iron arm' that you want to choose, you can determine the direction of your life's cultivation."

"In this way, even if the martial arts framework of their race is fixed, because of the loading structure, their potential is much greater! This race has been diversified!"

He smiled suddenly.

"Terran, cultivating the bloodline totem martial arts system."

"The totem martial arts system, among the human race, the totem shaman, help create a totem god pattern, enrich the bloodline talent of the race, and have unlimited potential!"

Soon, this voice resounded through the earth human tribe.

Before, martial arts were just the simple and crude embryos of the human tribes, such as today's gods, who gave the extraordinary power of the human race, martial arts were completely flourished, and the totem era was completely opened.

In every era, there will be a creator god who leads the evolution of civilization and life.

Now, the new gods have proven their mettle.

The whole land, the elves and the humans, gradually began to believe that this new god of creation would lead them into a new era.

An invisible ripple electromagnetic wave covers the earth and senses the various forms of life on the ground.

"Great, the new gods are amazing."

"yes."

"He is worthy of being the god of creation who created the human race and the elves."

Hearing the beings on earth admit themselves, Minis was relieved, feeling that no matter how tired a person was, there was a reward.

"But they rejoiced."

Minis listened to the sound of the earth, and the ripples pierced through the crystal wall and into the silver chaos.

But beyond the crystal wall, Mininess could no longer sense the vast eyes of the god described by Herodotus, and the trial of the six thorns of the crown of thorns of the god.

"After this battle, nothing is visible, and there is silence in the chaos."

He frowned.

"According to the information left behind, there were too many civilizations before us that were destroyed and turned into the waves of the times."

"The Giant God King of the Enshige Giant Dynasty, the Black Mirror Queen of the Ember King City, the Demigod Geer of the Sky Realm...", he muttered a corner of these vast ancient and mysterious histories, and there was great awe in his heart.

Remember the words of that terrifying Ancient Demon Monarch.

If it weren't for Herodotus' dazzling performance in front of his eyes, the civilization of this era would probably be destroyed quickly, and he would not be worthy of knowing his name: Norkron.

And now, Herodotus is gone.

And his heart is moving forward in confusion, with awe and fear.

Alas.

A melodious sigh.

The handsome side face, the facial contours are impeccable, draped in a golden robe, and the sleeves of the coat are suddenly swept high by the invisible breeze, "Can I really lead civilization down?" ”