red man

"monument……"

click.

Cracks appeared on the seal of Fengdu, Wei Hao stared at the seal of Fengdu, and sensed the changes in the entire underworld.

The world of the dead that was supported by Emperor Fengdu alone was no longer up to him to guard in the end.

A large amount of information has been collected in Fengdu Yin. There are too many messages that the "Da Ting Clan" wants to convey to Wei Hao, but Wei Hao is too fragile to receive the majestic messages, so he can only tell Yu the extremely small but very important part. Wei Hao.

In the barracks, thousands of Wei Hao split up in the sea of ​​consciousness, surrounded Fengdu Yin, and listened carefully. After a long time, the thousands of Wei Hao already understood the warning that Emperor Fengdu wanted to pass on to Wei Hao.

Countless Wei Hao started to quarrel, but this time there was no big fight.

"The innate gods! And the servants of the innate gods! They will divide up the underworld and China!"

"There are countless worlds, why only focus on the underworld and China?!"

"That's right! There are Kyushu in the world, and Shenzhou is just one of them!"

"Stupid! The human race originated here, which is the starting point of all truths! Seizing China is equivalent to seizing all the explanations of the past, and the truth from now on will no longer be true truth!"

"What are innate gods? Why can't Emperor Fengdu describe them?"

"Some people have innate gods!"

"What's the point of carve up China—"

Roaring, quarreling, and heated discussions lasted for a long time, and countless Wei Hao couldn't convince each other.

Until a Wei Hao suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "I'm too weak to say anything! Only by becoming stronger can I remain invincible—"

All the noise stopped abruptly, and a large number of Wei Hao began to disappear, and then, a new Wei Hao was born, but this time, Feng Duyin would open a door in front of each Wei Hao's birth.

Various gates.

Gold, silver, copper and iron, simple and luxurious, as if all the proper portal forms will appear.

"What kind of door is this?"

A Wei Hao asked.

"What kind of door do you think, just push it open and walk in, that's what it looks like."

It wasn't Wei Hao who was talking, but Feng Duyin.

"Look, here, I am 'Dibai'."

"And here, it's 'Emperor's Landing'."

"This is 'Di Cheng'."

"Here, here, and here..."

Feng Duyin opened one door after another, and Wei Hao was fascinated by the scene inside.

"Is there any difference?"

"They all have a common source."

Feng Duyin opened a very ordinary firewood door, and with a creak, what Wei Hao saw when he entered was an ordinary and generous elder, who was frowning on how to reduce the suffering of his tribe.

People are fragile and can get sick, so you have to find a way to treat your injuries.

"This is 'Shen Nong', the source of my story."

"I know Shennong..."

"I know you do too."

Feng Duyin's voice was emotionless, but not cold, "At every moment, there are countless choices, and with countless choices, there are countless changes. Every change, somewhere, will give birth to that kind of world .”

"Is this the origin of the world of the heavens?"

"That's right, the Paradise of the Paradise, the Secret Realm of Gang Sha, or the small world of a practitioner, are all the same."

"Then why fight for the human world?"

"Good question."

Feng Duyin responded to Wei Hao, "Why? You can think about it yourself."

"Because this is the source?"

"good."

"But compared with the heavens... the gods on the road to heaven, the human world is so fragile."

"The source doesn't mean the strongest, it's often the weakest. The rivers and seas are so big, so their source is the torrent?"

"..."

Wei Hao, who was silent for a long time, suddenly said again, "Next, whoever divides up the Divine Land will be the enemy and the servant of the innate gods?"

"Correct."

"Is this the only criterion?"

"It's always been like this."

Feng Duyin's tone suddenly became lively, "All the possibilities you are about to experience are similar to what I have experienced in the past. No matter what form or appearance, as long as the Divine Land is divided up, you are the enemy and the servant of the innate gods."

"What about the underworld?"

"What do you think of the underworld?"

"There is a place to go after death."

"Very good, very correct idea."

Feng Duyin's tone was full of approval, which made Wei Hao a little astonished: "You created the underworld, why don't you seem to care?"

"Who told you that I created the underworld?"

"You hold up the heaven and the earth of the underworld, and I can feel your will when I'm there."

"But is that will to create the world of the dead?"

"..."

Looking back, it doesn't seem to be the case, and if there is, it's not all.

Wei Hao shuddered suddenly: "That is to say, you didn't create the world of the dead?"

"I never create a world, even though many worlds were born because of me."

Feng Duyin's tone became cheerful, "Don't forget, we are all human, how can we create the world?"

"That……"

Wei Hao, whose mind was starting to get confused, couldn't figure out the reason for a while, but after a long time, he suddenly had a feeling, and said in a daze: "People want a world to entrust after death, so this world is created?"

"Yes."

Feng Duyin's tone became serious: "What we can do is to change the world. If we have a little bit of power, we can maintain it when necessary."

"What are you drawing?"

"Good question."

Feng Duyin's tone was particularly joyful, "This question has been asked to me in countless moments and worlds in the past. They are all my relatives and friends, so I am very happy when they ask this question."

"Then how did you reply to them?"

"I said, I am for eternal life."

"But you're dead now."

"People always die."

Wei Hao was in a trance with the convoluted and muddled words, "What do you mean?"

"Before I answer your question, let me ask you a question."

"Ask me? You ask."

"Will 'man' perish?"

"Of course people would...huh?"

Faced with this question, Wei Hao was suddenly taken aback.

If it is just a person's life, a mere hundred years, or even less than a hundred years, it is really short, from beginning to end, birth to death.

A person will eventually die.

But if people, as a group, have been continuing, then they have not actually come to an end.

All the mass energy is still there. Although Wei Hao doesn't know whether there is a concept of mass energy in this extraordinary world, it is roughly the same.

As long as human beings persist and exist as a species, isn't that a kind of eternal life?
At this moment, Wei Hao suddenly understood why Feng Duyin gave an answer like an innate god. The answer was the same, but the meaning was completely different.

The immortality of the individual and the immortality of the group are the underlying conceptual distinctions.

But Wei Hao had complicated thoughts at this moment, and continued to ask: "I can't live forever by myself, are you willing?"

"That's a good question, too."

Feng Duyin's tone became more and more cheerful, but this kind of cheerfulness was more like a kind of free and easy.

"Obviously unwilling, but still able to resist this unwillingness, this is me, and us."

"us?"

Squeak.

Another door opened. This door was unpretentious, just an ordinary wooden door with hinges, a latch at the back and a lock ring at the front.

Push it open and enter, and it is full of people. It is obviously a place of size, but there are thousands, tens of thousands, or even endless people.

"So, we are the heroes."

Feng Duyin's tone became more casual, "A hero can have desires, but a hero cannot be without right and wrong."

"How to get over this dissatisfaction?"

Wei Hao asked, as a mortal, even if he slaughters gods and immortals, he will die eventually.

Human beings will fear death, which is the instinct of intelligent life, and even life without wisdom will struggle for survival.

"When there is a willingness in front of you, then we will naturally overcome this unwillingness."

"what does it look like……"

Before the words were finished, the pictures were displayed one by one. The people in the room and their past were worlds. In each world, they themselves were the heroes.

If you want to live forever, and want to maintain the immortality of your individual self-thinking, you need to constantly absorb external power.

Among the heavens, among the countless worlds, the simplest and crudest method is the innate gods before the birth of the human race.

The power they absorb can be the aura of heaven and earth, the profound energy of primordial origin, and naturally it can also be the power of life.

Predating the weak is an efficient way for the strong to become stronger.

After the birth of the acquired life, the innate gods are like hunting, easily absorbing power.

Even if life evolves wisdom, it is just a domesticated animal in ignorance.

Until amidst the turmoil, the first macho man appeared to stand up and resist.

Just like a seed, when an idea that I can overcome arises in my heart, this intelligent group begins to transform.

Among them, temptation and resisting temptation are naturally indispensable.

The way to resist is actually very simple.

Eternal life, do you want it?

of course yes.

So, what's the price?

My own people, all past memories.

Some people will choose to accept it, because clansmen, relatives and friends are all bargaining chips in their hearts, and they are objects that can be exchanged.

But there will also be people who refuse, and such people are heroes.

Being a hero is as hard as it is easy, it's just a choice.

Countless Wei Hao watched countless screens, where there were just plausible stories one after another, stories of heroes, stories of hunks.

People need heroes because they are afraid of disasters and because heroes are fearless.

At least, it seems so.

"I, we, will not die so easily."

Feng Duyin's tone was gratified, "Among all the possibilities, you were originally one of them, but now, I can feel your choice."

"I have flaws."

"Everyone has flaws, and the same is true for heroes. They are lonely, but they are not lonely. Otherwise, how can the undead of the underworld choose to support you? You are just a mortal, but at least you are alone."

"I can't beat the gods, the gods, even above the gods, there are stronger..."

"There's always a way."

Feng Duyin spoke kindly, "At that time, the wind was very strong, the flood was also very strong, and there were many ferocious beasts. I tried a lot of methods, and finally learned how to make nests with birds. Only then did more people survive. Although there were many difficulties, the methods were even better. More, the most important point is to let the tribe believe in you."

An invisible big hand patted Wei Hao's shoulder, "There are good and bad people in the tribe. It doesn't matter if some people can't resist the temptation; it's also very good if some people are willing to go forward with you. But no matter what, if you are willing to stand between heaven and earth Yes, it is the tribe, if you trust them, they will naturally trust you."

"People's willpower?"

"Who knows? Anyway, we won't die easily, because the tribe thinks we are invincible and undefeated. Our victory is actually brought by the tribe, isn't it?"

"The road to heaven was opened by the ancestors."

"I know, it doesn't matter if the tribe is willing to think so."

The invisible big hand clapped again, "I, we, just understand it ourselves."

At this time, Wei Hao already understood why so many people in this small house became heroes and why they resisted the temptation.

Compared with his own eternal life and easily abandoning his relatives and clansmen, there is nothing to hesitate about.

You don't need how amazing your power is, and you don't need how complicated your experience is.

Even the most ordinary, ordinary and inconspicuous person will often make a decision that does not require careful consideration.

Husband saves wife, father saves son, mother saves daughter...

Or a passer-by who met once, saved a poor man who fell into the water, because that poor man was about the same age as one of his relatives...

There is no need to think so much about such a moment, a moment.

At the same moment, the hero was chosen.

It doesn't matter whether the hero admits it or not, because there will be many, many people who think he is a hero.

"You're going to try to change the world, aren't you?"

"I do not know."

"You really made me die for no apparent reason, haha."

"..."

"But it doesn't matter. Although I am dead, I will not die."

Wei Hao understood the meaning of contradictory but not contradictory words, but he couldn't do it himself.

Unlike Emperor Fengdu, he only believed in himself.

Unlike Shennong, he only believed in himself.

Unlike Emperor Yan, he only believed in himself.

However, it doesn't matter.

Everything returned to calm, and Wei Hao slowly faded out of the sea of ​​consciousness. Wei Hao, who opened his eyes again, didn't know what happened to him.

He could subtly perceive that the Demon Rebel Army had become more vigorous, fearless, and the source of this momentum was actually himself.

"The commander-in-chief who slaughters gods and immortals will surely be invincible in the Three Realms!"

People or monsters, they all cheered there, not to flatter Wei Hao, but because they truly believed that Wei Hao really did have such great power.

The Earth Immortal of Sheyang Lake, the supernatural power that changed the course of mountains and rivers, is also a dead end in front of Wei Hao!
Wei Chixia is invincible!
Wei Hao was surprised and pleased by this subtle aura, he understood why Feng Duyin said it was okay, even though he only believed in himself.

Because those who follow themselves also believe in themselves.