god simulator

Chapter 242 On My Dying Days
Layers of mist cover everything, there is no sky and ground, no ocean and mountains, no one knows when it will rain, or the clear sky will never come.

This is the world that Can Cong sees.

It has been cut off unnecessary parts, unable to perceive the outline of the world, and it is full of vague and hazy fog.

At the beginning, it still guessed that this cloud of fog might be a person, and that circle of clouds might be a stone or a tree. In the end, even this fantasy was cut off by generations of silkworms.

Except for the mission goals, everything else is superfluous, don't need to see it, don't think about it.

It is Long Su's sentinel stationed at Jiuhe Column.

It is enough to pay attention to the stability of the channel of Jiuhezhu and ensure that those who enter and exit must be the ones who set sail.

The only thing that Can Cong can see clearly are the Nine Harvest Pillars and the Sailmen.

The huge and precise totem of the Nine Harvest Pillar is engraved on the special stone platform, casting nine shadows that go straight into the sky.

The end point of each shadow is a black cloud shaped like the sun, where nine Golden Crows are guarding, and behind them are nine different passages.

That is the place where only the pioneers can set foot.

Can Cong once saw the Dragon Clan soaring out of the shadow of the sun, stretching its body in the new world.It also witnessed that the human voyager stepped into the door to a foreign land all the way and never came back.

The more it sees, the easier it is to think wildly.

In order to better guard the Nine Harvest Pillar, Cancong put away those unnecessary parts of his thoughts—the sailors he saw, the rumors he heard and the witness with his own eyes, the intersection with different groups, the changes in the mountains and rivers he saw, Turning the stars... They were all cut out from the body and made into a body that stores memories.

It named these bodies 【Ji Ti】.

Cancong kept them well, waiting for the day when he would be relieved of his duties, and then he would melt them all back into his body.

However, the sudden explosion of Jiuhezhu changed everything.

The other two columnar clusters disappeared.

Silkworm Cong could feel that the explosion completely annihilated them.

Under this sudden explosion, even the column cluster, which was extremely survivable, failed to survive.

Cancong escaped a catastrophe because he split and made the body needed for rebirth.

But its past, those buried records of generations of silkworms, were also erased in this devastating disaster, leaving only weird portraits of villains.They are no longer inscriptions, just ridiculous and crude traces.

Cancong stood by the old site, waiting quietly.

There must have been an anomaly found in Longsu, and the Dragon Race's sailors will definitely repair it. It won't be long before a new Jiuhezhu will appear.

But neither the Jiuhe Zhu nor the dragon showed up again.

Cancong waited for a long time, until he found a godhead.He is a young man, his body outline is clearer than that of ordinary people, and he looks short and small.

The boy squatted on the ground, hugging his knees and talking to it: "I heard that you can't use the sacred tree to go home. Is that right?"

Cancong didn't answer.

Sentinels cannot talk to idlers etc.

The young man was not annoyed, he surrounded Cancong and told him all kinds of anecdotes and important events he had seen.

He said that the dragons in this world suddenly became very weak, and they were all dying quickly. Some dragons even crashed into the mountains while flying, collapsing the mountains and causing a great flood.

He also said that the adults were talking about what kind of devastating disaster might have happened to Long Su, which caused the sacred tree to collapse.

The boy used charcoal to draw a villain similar to Silkworm Cong, and said, "This is me. With me by your side, you won't be so lonely. Actually, I can't go home either."

He said to himself: "I come from another world on the sacred tree. Our world is small, very warm, and has many interesting bugs. I like playing with bugs very much. It's too cold here."

"Without the sacred tree, I can't go back."

The young man squatted on the ground, drew bugs one by one with his dirty hands, and said, "In the future, I will build a sacred tree, so that we can all go home."

Cancong retorted: "That's impossible, only the powerful pioneers in Longsu know how to make the Nine Harvest Pillars."

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" The young man had an almost naive stubbornness.

"That can't be done."

Cancong responded briefly, asking: "Your father is a pioneer, can I ask what happened to him?"

"He, he went back to his hometown, but the sacred tree was destroyed, so he couldn't make it through." The boy shook his head.

Only then did Can Cong know.

It turned out that this child had the same fate as himself.

"I want to build a new sacred tree!" The boy stood up and said.

He smiled brightly and opened his arms.

Flying insects such as butterflies and bees fluttered around him like a king guarding them.

"I want everyone to go home! At that time, everyone will be very happy."

"What's your name?" Can Cong asked.

"I don't have a name."

The boy said: "In my hometown, there is no name without adulthood. I think your name is good, can I use your name?"

"Can I use your name before I think of my own?"

Cancong agreed.

Soon after, the boy found a white worm that could spit out thin silk, and he named it silkworm.Because this kind of worm is like a silkworm cluster, it will change, it will wrap the past, and it will regenerate from the frozen old days.

Soon, the era changed.

Cancong was bound by the power of rules and fell into a stagnation.

In its memory, the other Silkworm Cong will always be the boy surrounded by many insects.

It has been thousands of years since it recovered again.

Can Cong did not remove the memory of the person with the same name and surname.

He is another silkworm, another self.

That's all it has now.

After many epoch updates, the world has changed a lot, and the pioneers seem to have disappeared.

Cancong finally found a sailor, but was almost imprisoned by the other party with props.The navigator of this world has become extremely anxious and manic, extremely dangerous.

It escapes from the other side.

In the museum, Can Cong saw the Shang bronze sacred tree imitating the Jiuhe Pillar.

It can almost be concluded that it was another Can Cong's handwriting.

Because the appearance of the bronze sacred tree is almost exactly the same as the picture Can Cong first drew for the boy: including the golden crow guarding on the branch, the dragon clan entrenched on the base, and the three-pillar cluster loyally guarding the bottom.

Unfortunately, this cannot replace Jiuhezhu after all.

Cancong suddenly felt that he was being watched.

It hides from XZ all the way, and with the help of two friendly godheads, it also knows some of the status quo of the world today.It thanks them for their help and then moves on to find the right starter.

Finally it found Lu Yao.

At the same time, it was also being targeted by another sailor.The other party sent an apostle, the bird, to entangle him so hard that he had no choice but to continue hiding.

In order to further lock Cancong, the bird even tried to capture it alive by directly reducing its dimensionality.

Cancong stripped off most of his body, and managed to escape.

But even so, it is dying.

Only the last 7 days of life are left.

The 65th generation Cancong is about to die, and the 66th generation will be reborn.

As he was dying, Cancong wanted to store his last memory—everything about that boy—in a safe and stable place.

The only person it can trust is Lu Yao, the pioneer who has just met.

After listening to Can Cong's request, the other party readily agreed.

"If the next generation Cancong meets me, I will let it come over and read this part of the memory."

"Thank you, thank you very much. The memory is in the imprint on your arm."

Cancong was grateful.

On Lu Yao, it saw some shadows of the former boy Can Cong.He has the calm and focused temperament of the classical sailors, even if the sailing is simple, he enjoys it.

In order to express his gratitude, Can Cong said: "If you need my help, please feel free to tell me. I know everything I know, and I will tell you everything."

"Now I have only 7 days left to live, and I have suffered a serious injury, and it is difficult to move. Please forgive me, I can only talk to you like this."

Lu Yao over there said through the imprint: "Then you have a good rest."

He suddenly thought of something: "By the way, are there many dragons in Longsu?"

"Yes, Long Su is the largest settlement of dragons in the Jiedimensional space. Many splendid dragon civilizations have been established there. It is a vast and magical multi-layered world."

"So, how should a young dragon be taught?"

Lu Yao said: "It's like this. I have a young dragon. Its self-study performance is not ideal, and its dragon law skills are always rough... Is there any way to make it improve its learning ability faster and better?"

Cancong suspected that he had heard wrong.

"You said, you have a dragon?"

"correct."

"Is it a real dragon? It's a kind of dragon, not a dragon, a dragonborn, a dragon species?"

"Dragon of the Dark Sun, is it an authentic dragon family?"

"Calculate!"

Cancong suddenly became excited, and the previous depression dissipated.

"Are you still at the sailing place? I'll come to you right away!"

"Ah? Isn't it difficult for you to move?" The other party was puzzled.

"It's okay, even if you climb, I will crawl over!"

Can Cong said excitedly: "The blood of the Dragon Clan is the largest memory bank, which contains a lot of important information about Long Su, as well as the coordinates of Long Su. Follow me!"

(End of this chapter)