I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

Chapter 1 Ten Years of Human Suffering

The darkness gradually eroded the last bit of light in front of my eyes.

Every inch of skin is feeling the constant cold from all around.

This was an unusual kind of coldness, and Zhao Qi knew very well that it was Yin Qi.

Ever since the strange recovery and the arrival of demons, Yin Qi has filled every inch of the world.

Where Yin Qi exists, it means that evil spirits are rampant.

And in the confrontation with demons, any carelessness may lead to death, so in this darkness, Zhao Qi was so cautious that he even slowed down his breathing consciously.

He didn't know where he was, but during the five years of dealing with monsters, Zhao Qi watched familiar people die one by one.

This made Zhao Qi no longer afraid of death, and even death was more like a relief to him.

But as a general in the human camp, Zhao Qi did not allow himself to die in such a daze, at least in his opinion, there are still many things to be done at the moment.

"Om..."

A tinnitus sounded, and Zhao Qi suddenly felt dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, in the endless darkness, a white light appeared, dispelling the darkness, and at the same time, it became more and more dazzling.

When the white light gradually covered Zhao Qi's whole body, the tinnitus gradually subsided, replaced by a familiar old voice.

“Myths are the explanations and explanations given by ancient humans to the natural or social phenomena they observed or experienced, but this explanation has been processed by fantasy and turned into imaginary real life.

Myths can reflect national characteristics, which everyone should have experienced in many myths and legends..."

As the light dissipated, Zhao Qi was astonished by everything that came into view.

The history book with many traces of pictures; the familiar young and tender face beside him; and the stern but calm old professor on the podium who is remembered in memory.

This professor Zhao Qi is no stranger, in other words, this environment made him feel a long-lost sense of familiarity.

He used to spend four years like this, because this was clearly his former university classroom.

At present, the old professor is teaching a history class, and he happened to mention the role played by myths and legends in history and the meaning of existence.

This made Zhao Qi feel that his mind was in chaos.

How can this be?

University class?

He observed the surroundings without leaving a trace. Whether it was his classmates or the professor on the podium, they were all the same as he remembered them.

But now after so many years, everything is completely different, and even among these people, Zhao Qi also saw those who unfortunately died in the demon war.

This is indeed the classroom in memory, but this...

Zhao Qi frowned slightly, and many guesses emerged in his mind.

Could it be that he was bewitched by a demon?

There are many demons who are good at using illusions. Once they get lost in illusions, they are likely to be trapped there forever.

But this scene didn't look like an illusion, and he didn't notice the slightest fluctuation of Yin Qi.

Could it be that... I was reborn?
Zhao Qi touched his pocket, and then took out his mobile phone from inside to take a look.

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

Now, it is actually 2023?
There are still ten years before the demons descend...

2033...

For mankind, this year is like the end of the world declared by God.

All the demons and monsters that originally existed only in legends began to enter the world from unknown places with the revival of Yin Qi.

Yin Qi is raging, a hundred ghosts travel at night, the moon turns scarlet, and human beings also encounter unprecedented major crises.

It was okay at the beginning, and it was relatively safe during the day, but at night, the doors and windows were blocked early, and no one dared to step on the night road.

But as the yin qi became more and more rampant, within a few years, even humans in the daytime had to be on tenterhooks.

Ghosts and monsters are rampant, and their numbers are increasing. In just one year, the number of human deaths has reached a record high in recent years.

Some people have lost hope for the future and hang themselves from the beams of their homes, not knowing that even after death they will rarely rest in peace.

Those humans who still had a strong will to survive struggled and resisted under the official organization, and kept fleeing. Five years later, only three human strongholds remained from the original 32.

Out of a population of more than one billion, only 10,000+ people are still hanging on in the past ten years.

Human beings have lost their homeland, and battle songs written by blood and tears are performed almost every day on this land.

In order to cover the evacuation of others, the soldiers used their bodies to build a line of defense.

Scholars kept changing their hiding places, just to find out ways to resist demons.

This is the five years of despair, and it is also the five years that the common people say, the heavens will not open their eyes.

And Zhao Qi, carrying this kind of despair and loneliness, led the last team to the end, until the world was wiped out, everything was reduced to ashes, and everything was over...

But this time!
Looking at everything in front of me, everything is calm and calm, but full of warmth.

All that surged out of Zhao Qi's chest was hope!

The tragedy of the past was still vivid in his mind, which made Zhao Qi a little distracted.

But, ten years later, it will all happen again!
"No!"

"Although it's only ten years."

"But I still have a chance..."

A flash of determination flashed in Zhao Qi's eyes. In the five years since the demon came, Zhao Qi has been wandering on the edge of life and death every day.

He has witnessed many sufferings in the world, and he has also seen elegiac songs of blood and tears.

At this moment, he realized what he was reborn for!
"But what should I do to prevent the demon from happening?"

Zhao Qi was a little dazed, and suddenly found that even if he was reborn, he was still helpless, so he could only wait silently for the arrival of ten years later?
But at this moment, he was suddenly taken aback, and just now he turned around inadvertently, and his back touched the backpack placed behind him.

There seemed to be something very hard inside, and Zhao Qi's back ached.

With doubts, Zhao Qi turned around and opened the backpack, and took out a scroll-shaped thing from inside. The outer layer was a very rough stone package.

"This is……"

At this moment, a scene flashed in Zhao Qi's mind.

It was the last battle before death, and also the last lonely journey. He led the last team of survivors to an abandoned old museum and picked up this scroll-like thing inside. There were only three words on it: List of Gods!
But Zhao Qi didn't think much about it at the time, and threw it away casually, because in the years since the demons came, human beings have been confused.

In the beginning, when human beings saw demons coming, they still hoped that gods would come to save the world.But with humanity on the verge of extinction, people have been disappointed.

There are obviously demons and demons in the world, who know supernatural powers and spells, but why are there no gods to manifest their holiness?
Therefore, Zhao Qi was very disdainful of this mythical 'Fengshen Bang', and threw it away casually.

But now, why is this thing in his own hands?
It was reborn with me?

Zhao Qi sat in the corner of the classroom, no one noticed him.

At this moment, he looked at the list of gods in his hand in astonishment. This thing may not look big, but it is really heavy.

Just when Zhao Qi's hand touched the rough stone material on the outer layer, a tingling pain came from his fingertips and went straight to the bottom of his heart.

"hiss……"

As the so-called ten fingers connect to the heart, Zhao Qi immediately retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.

However, during this process, a drop of blood was thrown from the wound on his finger, and it dripped on the list of gods.

"Crack!"

Before Zhao Qi could check the wound on his hand, cracks began to appear on the outer stone of the God List.

Immediately afterwards, the drop of blood quickly disappeared, as if it had been absorbed.

"This……"

Zhao Qi's eyes widened and he looked at the list of gods in his hand in astonishment. The stone material was falling off bit by bit.

The next moment, Zhao Qi only felt his body lighten up, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself in a strange space that he had never seen before.

There is nothing in this space, only a scroll emitting golden light in mid-air.

The scroll slowly opened in the golden light, and when Zhao Qi approached, the golden light condensed some words.

"The way of heaven is clear, and it has its own way. Chaos is coming, and the position of God is waiting."

"Those who hold this list will fulfill the destiny of heaven. Become a god and join the list to protect Tiangang!"

The eight sentences caught Zhao Qi's eyes, and he felt a warm current in his mind.

These eight words were not obscure and difficult to understand, and there was a sense of consciousness that made Zhao Qi instantly understand the function of this object - to become a god again and protect the world!

In an instant, Zhao Qi received a lot of information from the list of gods, and when he knew all of them, the blood called 'Hope' in his heart began to ignite and boil!

"I'm back in 2023."

"There are still ten years left..."

"It hasn't even started yet."

"I still have a chance!"

"There is still a chance in this world!"

"Humanity still has hope!"

Looking at the golden handwriting in front of him, the hope that had long been sealed in Zhao Qi's heart was rekindled.

The future of mankind is not predestined, at least now Zhao Qi knows that all this can be changed.

Prosperous cities will no longer become devastated, and human beings do not need to abandon their homes and run around.

Zhao Qi came back to his senses, he had escaped from that unknown space, and the Conferred God List seemed to be normal again.

He picked up the pen on the table with trembling hands.

In his memory, it has been a long time since he touched this thing.

Accompanied by rapid breathing, Zhao Qi recalled those who had fought and died in order to continue the human fire.

Recalling their deafening cry before they died in their minds:

"The world is bright, and the fire is not extinguished!"

The scenes of the past came to mind one by one. Zhao Qi wrote a few big characters on the white paper with a pen as sharp as a knife!

"The Heavenly Prison of the Human World, the Era of the Gods!"

(End of this chapter)