Leaving his courtyard, Ling Yun came to a densely populated place. As soon as he approached, he noticed that there were many people gathered on the street in front of him.

Ling Yun just wanted to step forward to say hello, but the people on the other side found him: "Hey, isn't that the one brought by Lord Wugu?"

"It's him!" the other man affirmed, but the man looked puzzled, "But hasn't he been staying in the house in retreat, how can he come out?" Many people looked at Ling Yun curiously, and no one came up to say hello first, but kept secretly peeking at him.

Although he vaguely heard them talking about himself, Ling Yun didn't hear the specifics. I don't know if these people are kind or indifferent to him, Ling Yun doesn't know, he can only come forward with apprehension.

Just as he was about to greet the people of the Tu tribe, a person led by those on the opposite side stepped forward and greeted Ling Yun: "This little brother, the two reckoning have never seen you come out, I don't know how this time has passed?"

"Thank you Brother Tai for your concern!" Ling Yun replied to him with a restrained salute, "I was supposed to come out to visit you after settling down." But after crossing the barren sea for a long time, he suddenly came to a place full of spiritual energy, and he couldn't wait to retreat and dive first. ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" the man laughed, "It's not easy to walk in the barren sea for so long. It's also human nature to want to replenish the power consumed!" Seeing that person say this, Ling Yun was slightly relieved.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced me to you yet!" The man suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced himself to Ling Yun yet, "My name is Hou Zheng, and I am a descendant of Hou Tu Niang Niang!"

'Houtu Miao descendant?' Hearing this person say this, Ling Yun's heart moved, as if he was thinking about something, but he was a little puzzled, "This person is a descendant of Houtu Miao, could it be ......?"

Hou Zheng didn't know what Ling Yun was speculating behind his back, and continued: "Little brother is new to the city, and he is not familiar with this, maybe I can take you around to get acquainted!"

"Thank you, brother!" Ling Yun hurriedly thanked him.

"Little brother, let's get acquainted with these clansmen first!" Hou Zheng smiled and introduced the people around him to Ling Yun: "Let me introduce to you, this is Peng Ju, this is Hux, this is Gao You, and this is ......."

Listening to Hou Zheng's introductions one by one, there are familiar names, and there are also many unfamiliar names. Among them, the names of Gaoyou, Hux, and Fengli have all been heard of by him. Gao You doesn't want to say it, the key is the surname Fengli, it is rumored that Nuwa Niangniang is the surname of Feng, Li, the name Xi or Xi, and the number is Nuwa.

In this ancient era, people's surnames were still in the early stages of development, and they were definitely not like a surname and a first name like in later generations. At this time, whether it was the Tu tribe or other god clans, many people's names were composed of surnames and surnames. These were some hidden secrets that Ling Yun slowly figured out when he introduced the people around him to him, and talked about their origins.

The first life born has a real name, and Houtu's real name is 'Houtu', and she can be called 'Houtu', which is her name and surname, and she is the origin of the surname 'Hou'. As life reproduces, the surname represents the source of the name, the clan represents the lineage of inheritance, and the final name represents the specific individual distinction.

Among the Tu people under the rule of Houtu, all her Miao descendants followed her 'Hou' surname, and then added a clan name to the surname to indicate the difference from Houtu. This is the role that surnames play in this day and age.

Ling Yun followed Hou Zheng and got to know the people of the Tu tribe one by one, and slowly figured out the role of the surname. As he got to know more people, so did his understanding of the Tu people.

The Tu people are not all descendants of the Later Tu Miao, and the vast majority of the people are incarnated from the essence of the Yellow Emperor of the previous generation. There are also some of them that are born from the essence of other gods. Therefore, not only Ling Yun was an outsider, but there were also some other followers of the Protoss who also joined the Tu Clan and became a member of the Tu Clan.

"By the way, I heard Wu Xian say that after the fall of the previous generation of gods, many new generations born through their essence or power will have inheritance memories!" Ling Yun remembered a question that Wu Xian had said, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "I don't know, you were born as a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, do you have any inheritance memories?"

Hou Zheng heard this, was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Yes, no!"

Hearing him say this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly asked, "How do you say this?"

"Yes, the first generation of the gods has a lineage, and the gods with divine authority also have a lineage. He sighed, "And we, the second, third, and even fourth-generation Protoss, although we have divine bodies, divine blood, and even divine and divine powers, we don't have inheritance memories. ”

Ling Yun was very puzzled: "Isn't the inheritance memory passed down along with the bloodline?"

"That's not the case!" Hou Zheng explained as he walked forward with Ling Yun, "The origin of the inheritance memory is very mysterious, the first generation of gods and gods have inheritance memory, which is the memory recorded by the remnants of the previous generation of gods after the fall. And our second-generation gods or gods do not have inheritance memories.

"But one thing is certain, the inheritance memory is related to the dying Tianxin Heavenly Dao. There is a legend that in the last era, all the gods and powerful beings had inherited memories. These inheritance memories are based on the Heavenly Dao. And in this era, the Heavenly Dao is almost collapsing, and it is very difficult to even maintain the existence of the world, where will it pass on the memory of inheritance to us!"

"Is that so?" Ling Yun muttered, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

The reason why he asked about the inheritance of memories was also because of his own problem. Houtu's words, as well as the arrangement of the witch Wu Xian and others, made him vaguely feel that something was wrong, and now when he heard Houzheng's explanation, he had a lot of doubts.

Glancing at Hou Zheng walking beside him out of the corner of his eye, Ling Yun knew that the doubts in his heart could not be answered by him, so he suppressed the matter.

Walking on the road, I could see many people coming and going, and a few of them looked quite old, which seemed a little incongruous compared to many gods in their prime.

Seeing these old people, Ling Yun's heart moved, and he couldn't help but observe carefully. In addition to the young men and women, there are also some old people in the entire Tu tribe. Some of these old people look to be in their thirties and forties, in their fifties and sixties, and even in their seventies and eighties.

Seeing these people, he was completely confused: "Didn't you say that the Protoss are all eternal and immortal?

"Could it be that the Protoss can't achieve immortality?" Thinking of this, Ling Yun couldn't help but stop.

"What's wrong?" he noticed Ling Yun stop and turned to look at him.

Seeing Houzheng, who was one step away from him, Ling Yun hesitated for a while, and finally asked the doubts in his heart: "Along the way, I saw that some of the clansmen looked very old, and their divine power aura was weaker than that of some young clansmen, could it be that the Protoss would still have birth, old age, sickness and death?"

Hearing Ling Yun's inquiry, Hou Zheng fell silent for a while. I don't know what to think of this question, and a hint of gloom flashed in my eyes. After a long time, he slowly said: "Actually, although our god clan claims to be descended from gods, we cannot be as immortal as the innate gods. ”

"We're going to grow old and we're going to die. Although we are powerful and have a long lifespan, we do not possess strong immortality, and we will also fall into the dust of time under the wear and tear of time. ”

"Do you know?" Hou Zheng's mood became low, and when he talked about death, his words were full of helplessness: "Our Tu clan has existed for tens of millions of years, but our Tu clan has multiplied from generation to generation, except for the fight with the Chaos Demon God, and fell on the battlefield. There are also some old people who have exhausted their longevity and fallen into the dust of the years. ”

"We are full of admiration and pride for the martyrs who fell on the battlefield. Speaking of those heroic souls who died in battle, Hou Zheng's tone was full of pride.

But when it comes to those predecessors who fell in the years because of the exhaustion of longevity, they are full of sadness: "Can you imagine how helpless it is that the soldiers who fought bravely on the battlefield and returned triumphantly and were full of glory did not fall on the battlefield, but were defeated by the years?"

"I watched my hands weaken and my divine power declined. Zeng Jin's youthful appearance is not there, Zeng Jin's powerful combat power is not there, he can only watch himself weaken a little bit, and finally die of old age in the tribe, and finally integrate into the earth and become a billet of loess. How cruel is this!"

Listening to Hou Zheng's words silently, Ling Yun could feel the sadness in his words—instead of falling on the battlefield, he fell in the years. The invincible glory of the past and present cannot defeat the passage of time, and the saddest thing is that 'the beauty is twilight, and the hero is white'!

In the end, no one can escape the knife of time!

Thinking that the Liantu clan was a god clan, and his longevity was extremely long, but he could not avoid death after all, a lot of confusion and fear suddenly rose in his heart: "I don't know, how long can I live? Is it that one day, I will also fall in the years? I will be abandoned by the ruthless years, buried by the years, and finally forgotten!"

"I'm just a tiny speck of dust after all!" looked at an old man walking on a rickety in the distance, full of gorgeous hair, which made people feel helpless and sad. In the face of the vast years, no one is as small as dust.

"If I can't transcend life and death, let me be buried in these endless years! If I can't be at ease, let me be unknown to death! If I can't get the truth of the Great Dao, let me be quietly forgotten by others!"

"In life, you must set goals. Unswervingly move forward with the goal, so that you will not feel regrets!"