A place shrouded in mist.

Wing walked slowly.

The soles of the feet are in contact with the ground, and there is a cold and solid touch.

It's still eerily quiet.

Even through the thick of the wings, as the wings moved, they could vaguely see the figures who were standing, sitting, or walking.

But these people didn't make a sound.

He had even begun to wonder if the figures were real.

Or is it just some kind of illusion, or an afterimage of the past?

"Are you wondering?"

Then.

The woman leading the way spoke again.

The other party's voice was still extremely gentle.

A graceful posture and a gentle voice that hits the heart.

There was still fog blocking it, and Tsubasa hadn't seen each other's faces clearly.

But he had already built a beautiful image in his mind.

It's like a collection of all the good things in the world, and it makes people yearn for it.

But oddly enough,

For a woman with such an image.

Tsubasa felt that he didn't have the slightest obscene thoughts, only infinite admiration.

"They're just like me."

"They are all first-generation celestials."

The woman didn't wait for an answer, she had already said the answer she wanted.

But this answer.

Ling Yi couldn't help but be surprised.

Are these the first generation of celestials?

So why.

Maybe it was to see the doubts in his heart.

A woman's sigh came from the mist, and a feeling of pity arose.

"After the transformation of the Supreme Demon Lord, we have long lost our fertility."

"The first generation of celestials, a total of forty-eight."

"For tens of thousands of years, few people have left this place."

"Such a long time will consume all emotions."

"We stopped talking to each other for some time."

"All that remains is the belief in accomplishing our goals, which will sustain us in this place for a long time."

In a few short sentences, the amount of information revealed is huge.

Goals, what goals?

In Tsubasaki's mind, new doubts arose again.

As a third-generation celestial, he doesn't have much qualification to come into contact with superior celestials.

A person like him, who bears the blood of Homo sapiens, is a mongrel existence in the eyes of those second-generation celestials who hate Homo sapiens.

In addition, Tsubasa also hates Homo sapiens, and is equally reluctant to contact those second-generation celestial beings who are close to Homo sapiens.

therefore

As for the purpose of the celestial beings, and the origin of the transformation, Tsubasa has only a sporadic understanding.

For tens of thousands of years, he also thought about the purpose of the first generation of celestials.

It stands to reason that if the first generation of celestials wanted to completely exterminate Homo sapiens, even if Homo sapiens themselves had a few strong people and had some second-generation celestial protection to fight for a while.

But after all, he couldn't escape the end of being completely killed by the heavens.

After all, it takes a lot of time and energy for a human being to produce a strong person who can fight against the heavens and humans, and it can be said that there is no one in a million.

And what about the celestials.

While the number will not grow, it will not decrease either.

It's like when you face an opponent of equal weight, you can only make one mistake and the opponent can make an infinite number of mistakes.

Such a war was already doomed to the demise of Homo sapiens from the very beginning.

But the truth is,

Homo sapiens has survived their slaughter again and again, and has been passed down from generation to generation.

The first generation of celestial beings rarely attacked, and occasionally there were some Homo sapiens gathering places, and they would disappear after simply slaughtering and having fun.

And the second generation of celestials, and their third generation of celestials.

Even if it has reached the tipping point of total extinction of Homo sapiens countless times.

But whenever such a moment occurs, the first celestial beings will directly give orders to put them into a deep sleep.

Until the civilization of Homo sapiens reached its peak again, they woke up again and waged war against Homo sapiens.

This feeling,

It's like taking part in a never-ending game.

Ling Yi had doubted more than once,

What was the purpose of the first generation of celestials?

Could it be that all celestial beings and Homo sapiens are nothing more than characters in a game in their eyes?

Just do the same thing over and over again for their amusement?

Tsubasa didn't know.

He was hungry for answers.

Desire to be close to the truth.

So,

He raised his head, his gaze through the thick mist, and looked at the hazy and graceful figure.

This primordial celestial seems to have the ability to see through the mind.

He believed that the other party must know what he was thinking at the moment.

He was expecting the answer he wanted.

But this time

To Tsubasa expectations,

The woman who didn't wait for him to speak from beginning to end, she opened her mouth to answer her doubts in advance.

At this moment, there was silence.

Between the fog surrounding.

The world fell completely silent.

Only the sound of unhurried footsteps echoed, hollow and dull.

I don't know how long I walked.

The figures that had appeared scattered in the dense fog no longer appeared.

Tsubasa inexplicably felt that the light around him seemed to be getting brighter and brighter.

"We're almost there."

Then.

The woman finally spoke again.

"I shouldn't tell you the answer you want."

"Perhaps, it should be up to you to inquire in person."

The graceful posture slowly stood still.

The woman turned and gave way.

Is this going to go it alone?

Along the way, the woman seemed to act as a guide.

The one who can lead the way as the first generation of celestials and the other party with the supreme status is only the one with a higher status.

Such a character. Who will it be?

For some reason,

In Tsubasa's heart, there was some panic inexplicably.

He was like a low-level resident living in a vast empire, who was suddenly brought before the king.

He was powerless to resist, and he did not dare to resist.

The king could let his life die with a casual word.

He could only go to the place of judgment of fate in this uneasy state of mind.

And so.

There was a brief moment of silence.

Wing stepped along.

He walked very slowly.

The emotions in his heart make every step he takes requires great determination.

Until he passed by the woman in the thick fog, he was about to pass by.

"Don't be afraid."

"There is no need to be afraid."

The extremely gentle voice attracts Tsubasa's gaze.

The other person is smiling.

For some reason,

Tsubasa could inexplicably sense the smile on the other party's face.

Even now, he didn't even see the other party's face clearly.

"We already knew what happened to you."

"You share the same pain as we do."

"Even if you are covered with blood, the heart of our people will not be extinguished."

"Let's stride."

"What awaits you is not judgment."

"It's a metamorphosis."

The other party's voice was just as good as the first time he saw it, smoothing the waves in his heart.

Metamorphosis.

Tsubasa silently chewed these two words in his heart.

ultimately

He looked directly at the woman in front of him, into the eyes behind the thick fog.

"Thank you."

There was no answer.

But Tsubasa also does not need to answer.

The confusion in his heart was cleared for the time being.

Next

Just as the other party said.

Just take it in stride.

Footsteps sounded again.

This time

The wing walked fast.

The surrounding light is getting brighter and brighter.

It is so bright that even a fog that is so thick that it borders on substance is hard to stop.

Tsubasa had to squint his eyes to resist the harsh light.

But his steps remained steadfast.

Because he believed in the woman.

It is believed that it comes from the connection between blood and blood.

Thereupon.

Wings step out with one foot.

This time

He stepped into the light.

Meantime.

Also crossed the barrier.

“.”

There was a silent fluctuation.

The scenery faded like a tidal wave.

Fog.

Disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Tsubasa bowed his head.

The first thing that catches your eye is the cracked bluestone floor.

He looked up.

The interior of the palace-like building, which is also full of cracks, and the crumbling-looking columns support the huge building.

Light poured from overhead.

The top of this building has long since disappeared.

When Tsubasa raised his head, he could even see the fog that filled the outside world.

The blinding light from before pierced through the mist.

"Come on."

Then

A voice sounded, interrupting Tsubasa's observation of the environment.

The gaze followed the bluestone slab in front of him all the way to the end of the building.

The last thing I saw was a man sitting on a throne.

The man was dressed in animal skins, and his figure was very tall and burly.

The tough face carved by a knife and an axe can be called outstanding even among the celestial races with all the handsome men and beautiful women.

Not to mention,

With the three-meter-high body and the strong granite-like muscles on the surface of the body.

This is as if it is the mythical god of war.

It is the best product of the aesthetics of violence.

Just by looking directly at each other, Tsubasa felt his heart subconsciously begin to tremble.

It's not just because of the other person's image.

It is also because of the instinctive reaction from the celestial and human bloodlines in the wing's body.

The instinctive reaction in the face of the "king".

Without hesitation.

In the moment of seeing each other.

Tsubasa obeyed the other man's orders, quickly stepped forward, and fell to his knees in front of the throne.

"Celestials, Tsubasa."

Wing newspaper his name.

He buried his head deep in the bluestone slab.

Don't even dare to look directly at this "king"

Followed by

A voice came from overhead.

"Ji has already told me about her memories."

"I already know everything about you."

Imperial concubine?

It must be the woman who led her before.

Tsubasa thought so, but didn't say anything.

Just silently waiting for what the "king" will say next.

"Come, all of you."

"Tsubasas, you get up too."

Well?

Tsubasa looked up a little dazedly.

The sound of messy footsteps around him quickly drew his gaze.

Until this time,

Wing noticed that there were other people in this hall besides himself.

Celestials of different shapes and dressed in different ways were walking from both sides of the main hall with their heads bowed.

Judging by the breath.

These people seem to be second-generation celestials.

But Tsubasa could vaguely sense the aura of three generations of celestials in their bodies.

The smell of blood was a little disgusting.

Are they the three generations of celestials who woke up early and completed the mission like themselves?

Tsubasa swept his gaze.

Sure enough.

Among these people, there was only one woman wearing a red gauze and walking at the back, a three-generation celestial body like him.

Besides.

They are all third-generation celestials who occupy the body of the second generation of celestials.

Feel the baptism of gaze.

Although he is the only one standing here, he has not completed the task of the three generations of celestials.

Tsubasa didn't dare to face the king like Hongxia.

Because he believes in Ji and believes what the other party says.

What awaits you today will never be a judgment.

ultimately

All stood before the throne.

Wing alone.

Try to raise your head and look at the king of the celestials.

The other leaned on the throne, supporting his cheeks with his hands.

With an indifferent expression on his face.

Feel the gaze of the wing.

The king likewise set his eyes on him.

The color of appreciation, in a flash.

"Everyone, keep your heads up."

As the king spoke softly.

As if instructed to do so, all the celestials present raised their heads very neatly.

subsequently

The king got up slowly.

Descend the stairs.

As the massive body approached step by step.

A terrifying aura began to permeate the main hall.

Tsubasa felt that the suppression from the bloodline was getting stronger and stronger.

It was so strong that it made it a little hard for him to breathe.

But even if the body seems to have been drained of all its strength, it may be forced to kneel down again at any time due to the pressure of the blood.

But Tsubasa insisted on standing still.

He understood,

This may be the king's test.

Compared to him,

Behind him, there was a series of thuds, until it was completely calm.

ultimately

The king came to the wing.

And the wing, who has long been bloodless and sweating profusely.

The body is even more shaky.

"You're good."

Words of appreciation came from overhead.

As the voice fell.

The pressure was swept away in an instant.

The sound of rapid breathing came and went.

Oddly enough,

On such occasions.

Tsubasa had a strange question echoing in his mind.

These powerful celestials still need to perform such a low-level life-sustaining action as breathing?

The thought only flashed through my mind.

Before Tsubasa had time to think about it.

And he and the others were drawn to the king's words.

"Do you know what this place is?"

In the face of these low-level celestials,

The king had a smile on his face.

It seems that the previous terrifying pressure never existed.

Without waiting for anyone to guess, he continued to speak.

"This is the core of the world."

"It's the dwelling place of planetary consciousness."

The core of the world?

Planetary consciousness?

What is this?

Everyone was at a loss.

Because it's a term they've never touched or heard.

"World consciousness comes from intelligent life."

"When intelligent life is born on a planet, their spiritual power is closely connected to this planet."

"Their memories, their emotions, all their thoughts will converge with each other until they coalesce into a force that has never been seen before."

"This is world consciousness."

"For now, you could call it an aggregate of human consciousness."

The king looked up slowly.

He stared at the fog that enveloped the hall.

The corners of his mouth curled.

There was a look of excitement in his eyes.

It seemed that through the mist, he saw other beings.

Named prey exists.

And at this very moment,

The battle intent unconsciously revealed made the celestials present feel that their hearts were extremely heavy.

Even the strength is passing at a rapid speed.

"The core of the world is the habitat of world consciousness."

"It's not reality, it's a projection of reality."

"You can only enter here when you have a unique opportunity."

Be aware of your own emotional outpouring.

The king withdrew his gaze and bowed his head.

In the face of his own people, he did not show any aggression.

some

It seems that only to look at the childlike pampering.

He smiled and looked at the celestials.

"The existence and power of our celestial beings are all endowed by the supreme demon."

"If it weren't for this adult, we would have been completely swallowed up by Homo sapiens tens of thousands of years ago, or would have been extinct forever."

"It is the Supreme Demon who has given us the strength to sublimate our bloodlines and set a new path before us."

Road?

Tsubasa held his breath and stared, his eyes showing anticipation.

maybe

What the king is going to say next is the purpose of the celestial beings.

(End of chapter)