The world is like a game in a way, the creator is the creator of the game, he can change the rules of the game, and the people who live in the game world don't feel it at all.

"It seems to be a real solution. ”

After extracting the ability to create exercises in the Liuhe Realm, Zuo Meng stripped out the wisdom of a world in this regard, generated a new kind of rule energy, and fed back into the Dream Realm as his foundation, the moment this energy was integrated into the world, Zuo Meng felt the joy emanating from the world, the first epoch time after the promotion of the Great World was reduced, and the speed of the Dream Realm escaping from the origin world was a little faster.

This trace is very faint, and Zuo Meng, the creator, can clearly feel it.

This result lifted Zuo Meng's spirits, and he felt that this path was right, and only by going to Chaos to plunder more world rules could his Dream Realm grow rapidly, and at the same time speed up the speed of escaping from the radiation area of the Origin World. Otherwise, nest in the dream realm, and when the breath of the origin world dissipates, it will be the time of death.

"It's a pity that there is only one Nether under my name now, and even if all the rules are removed, the increase is limited. ”

The more he moved forward, the more he could feel the lack of foundation, which made Zuo Meng more determined to devour the Yuanwu world.

Within the Yuanwu realm.

Seven days have passed since the flooding.

Goddess Xi has traveled most of the world in the past seven days, but she still hasn't found a way to cure the world, which makes her a little frustrated.

On this day, the goddess Xi was about to go to the next populated place to find a way to save the world, just like the previous days, but she didn't want to find a sparsely populated small village in the mountains. Compared to the chaos outside, it was like a paradise, and the people were in a positive mood, as if they had not been affected by natural disasters at all, which made her curious.

So she stopped and entered the village.

"Old man, don't you panic when a natural disaster strikes the world?"

As soon as she entered the village, the goddess Xi saw the old man sitting at the entrance of the village enjoying the coolness, she saw the old man's relaxed expression, and couldn't help but ask.

"It turned out to be a foreigner. ”

When the old man heard the voice of the goddess Xi, he was stunned for a moment, and then greeted with a smile before answering her question.

"Natural disasters naturally make people panic, but what is more frightening than panic is despair, and we people in Xifeng Village have never known what despair is. ”

After speaking, the old man pulled out the chair next to him and motioned for Xi to sit down. Goddess Xi was very curious when she heard this, she had traveled to an unknown number of places in the past seven days, in the face of the catastrophe of the world, there were desperate and crazy, there were suicides, and even those who sat and ate and waited for death, but she had never seen such an optimistic person as the old man.

Thinking of this, Xi was no longer in a hurry, and simply sat down, she wanted to hear how the people in this village faced this emotion, and why they were different from outsiders.

"I have a story here, I wonder if you have the patience to listen to it?"

The old man was very talkative, perhaps because there were few outsiders in the village, or because of the influence of some force. The old man opened the conversation box and was ready to talk to the little girl in front of him.

"Sir, please. ”

The goddess Xi was sitting precariously, without the slightest shelf of innate gods.

"Once upon a time......

The story of the old man is not complicated, he tells the ancient rumors of this world, when the heavens and the earth first opened, the human race was weak, as a congenitally weak race, they are the food of many powerful beasts, among which there is a beast called the night beast, this beast regards humans as food, and takes advantage of the defects of poor vision after night to slaughter humans, and the race is almost wiped out. In this case, a Terran named Suii stepped forward, picked up the flame and lit the first torch in human history. And led the human race to defeat the night beast and get out of the desperate situation, and the flame became the totem of civilization.

Later, the Terrans encountered a year of calamity, plagues were rampant, and the race was almost extinct. At the critical moment of survival, a man called Nong stood up, he tasted the herbs and finally found a solution, and successfully saved the human race, and later Nong was poisoned to death due to too much medicine, and later generations compiled the medicinal materials he found into a book in order to remember him, which is the world's most famous book - "The Book of Saturnalia".

"Sui and Nong are both the ancestors of our human race, and the difficulties they face are also desperate, but they have not given up. ”

After speaking, the old man pointed to the hole in the sky.

"This hole is just like the night beast and the plague of the past, and what we have to do when facing it is not to be afraid, but to find a way to solve it, just like the torch of the flint and the grass of the farmer. ”

Goddess Xi was instantly stunned when she heard this, this was the first time she had heard the story of a human being, and she was greatly inspired. It has only been seven days since Xi was born from the transformation, although she has grown up very quickly, but there are still many shortcomings, and these two stories of the old man have passed on a spirit to her, which Zuo Meng, a cheap teacher, has not done.

"Did the old gentleman think of a way?"

"Naturally, there is a method, and you will know if you can try it or not. The old man paused slightly, and when he saw that the goddess Xi was still listening, he said their solution.

"Although we don't know why the sky will break a hole, it doesn't matter, wouldn't it be nice to fill it up when the sky breaks?

After speaking, the old man got up and said that he wanted to take her to see the preparations of the people of Xifeng Village for the past seven days.

It turned out that this group of people had started planning on the first day of the day.

After passing through the entrance of the village, the goddess Xi saw a huge animal skin balloon in the middle of the village behind, and next to it was a huge stone and dozens of piles of dirt that had sewn up the bottom of the river. The animal skin balloon is a prop used to lift into the air, the boulder and the soil are the materials for sewing the grotto, the old man and the goddess Xi explained their methods and implementation methods in detail, the world has reached this point, as long as it is a living person, there is no one who does not want to save the world, so the old man is not afraid of the plan being heard, but unfortunately their plan is destined to not work.

That's the limit of cognition.

The real heavenly cave can not be repaired with these things?

Although the ideas of this group of people were naïve, their courage had a great influence on the goddess Xi. She looked up at the hole in the sky, and a thought rose through her mind.

'Ordinary sediment can't make up for the sky, but what about the special?'

As an innate deity, Goddess Xi doesn't need to think about how to fly into the sky like this group of ordinary people, the only thing she needs to consider is the material to fill the sky, and this material, she happens to have a choice in her heart, that is, the celestial meteorite.

Celestial meteorites are ancient materials that have existed since the beginning of the world, and Xi remembers that when she was born, those few celestial meteorites existed. It is said that those few celestial meteorites are the seeds of the initial formation of this world, and this dimensional world was knocked out by those celestial meteorites.

After bidding farewell to Zephyr Village, the goddess Xi returned to the horizon.

Here she found the meteorites, more mountains than rocks.

Endless years have passed, and the skymeteorites of the past have long been covered by mud and dust, and have become the current skyfalls