I live in a desert island property

The eight human-shaped ginseng-like creatures, with pairs of beautiful eyes, stared at the three visiting guests and called out "baaaaah".

Shimama rolled around on the big tree and said carelessly in spiritual language: "Hello, boys!"

"I, Shimama, am a staff member of the Multiverse Civilization Investigation Team. Now I want to examine your civilization level. If you are not educated, you will be destroyed! Quack!"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Now, I want to know your ages, and then teach you the story of Monkey King, the Monkey King. Do you know what age is? The standard time of the Sea of ​​Demon Gods!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" The little ginsengs all shouted and reported a few numbers.

(I am 80 years old! I am 233 years old! 298 years old!)

(I...I am 668 years old!)

The largest ginseng doll was actually 668 years old. Shimama trembled and was frightened.

He is obviously a lot older, but he still looks like a kid.

It seems that this is also a long-lived species.

In fact, it is a rare thing for these ginseng dolls to have friendly customers who can communicate normally.

In the past, their mothers would carefully protect them and prevent them from contact with the outside world... because their species is quite special. In the eyes of other species, it is like a great tonic that can be cured by eating it Increases lifespan significantly.

It won’t work without protection!

So a group of guests came to the house, and it was like a carnival atmosphere

In fact, these guests brought very interesting little toys, that stone, which can tell stories, and the series of stories can make people stunned for a while.

That little white turtle can dance and spin like a high-speed top.

"Ah woo! (I'm tired, eat something!)" Xiaobai picked up a piece of fruit and ate it unceremoniously, but was hit hard on the head by his ancestor.

"As I said, we are here to investigate. Find out more information. Ask about the method of thinking anchoring. Ask for more information?"

"Otherwise your old brother, Zhang Ming, might be very anxious!"

"He can't wait to break through his attributes!"

Old comrade Shimama, who had taken advantage of Zhang Ming, trembled happily. You, Zhang, are Xiaobai's brother. In other words, aren't you my grandson? Quack quack!

"Aww!" (That makes sense.)

Soon, Xiaobai rolled over and mingled with the little ginsengs, playing crazily with toys made by humans and trying to find out some information.

(Your father is a giant... Cross-species fertility, do you have the ability to reproduce?) Xiaobai, who graduated with a Ph.D., couldn't help but ask it the most curious question.

"Bah bah bah!"

(We have the ability to reproduce because we are plants and can reproduce by cuttings.)

(If we were animals, we wouldn't be able to reproduce.)

The 668-year-old little ginseng tree called out in a delicate voice. (We don’t know how the father and mother did it. It may have taken a long, long time. Little turtle, do you also want to breed across races? The chance of success is very high. Low is very low.)

(My father and mother can provide tens of billions of germ cells every time.)

(It took thousands of years of reproduction before I appeared. The rest of the brothers were spread by me through cuttings.)

(There are also many compatriots who have no intelligence or have short lifespans. They are all dead.)

I see!

Xiaobai immediately understood that this kind of cross-racial reproduction was like genetic mutation.

The vast majority of genetic mutations are harmful, and only a small number of mutations are beneficial.

As for the mechanism, it is extremely complex.

Even with the assistance of lake water, several successful cultivations can only be accomplished by chance through quantity.

It couldn't help but sigh: This world is so wonderful!

But these little ginsengs are not as illiterate as imagined...they are quite knowledgeable and have completed some education.

…

On the other side, Miss Calabash, after giving her a small gift, humbly asked for more details on "thinking anchoring".

The big radish man named "Mumu" comes from a race named "Yuanqing".

It was a beautiful world with chirping birds and fragrant flowers, mountain peaks, and mirror-clear water. Their race evolved from plants, and they could survive by basking in the sun every day. They really lived a peaceful life without any competition from the world.

But one day, the World Hunter discovered their world and destroyed all the forests.

"Mumu" was alone, fled to the Sea of ​​Demon Gods, and climbed to a hillside. She felt that she had found a place where she could settle down.

"I didn't expect that he turned that hillside into something."

"This is the first day we met." Mu Mu had a smile on his face, but also hid a touch of sadness.

…

…

Pictures emerged one after another, scenes from the past.

"I am Wan Hai Civilization, Zhong Shan! Why did you climb on top of me...little carrot?"

"What? Just bask in the sun? Forget it, you go ahead and bask in the sun."

"I am the orthodox successor of Wanhai Civilization, and I walk the mountain path. When I reach the end of this 'mountain path', I will be able to attain immortality and become a true immortal! Little Carrot Man, do you know what an immortal is? ?What, you don’t understand what I said? It doesn’t matter, let’s talk slowly.”

The giant looked heroic, his eyes sparkling with extraordinary confidence.

Although the Wanhai civilization is divided into thousands of things, they all have almost the same ultimate goal - to cultivate immortals.

Only the true immortals can enter the true sacred mountain!

Even Zhong Shan himself doesn’t know how powerful the Wanhai Civilization is.

He is just deeply proud of his own civilization, and at the same time, he is highly confident in his future path.

He was in high spirits at the moment. During the conversation, even the Sea of ​​Demon Gods had lost its former color.

"You said your name is Mumu, are you a longevity species?"

"How long can you live...huh? What? It's longer than my lifespan. That's good. You are very confident. I see that you are alone and have no one to rely on. Moreover, the breath of life in your body is overflowing. You are simply walking. Tonic. How did you survive?"

"I allowed you to live on my head."

"Since I call myself a mountain and walk the mountain path, I have to raise some plants... This is very good! Haha, you are on top of me, grow up slowly!"

The relationship between mountains and ginseng always seems so harmonious, as if it should be like this.

Then, it is a thousand-year journey.

Witness the destruction of civilizations, animal migrations, search for mineral deposits, and find relics.

Occasionally, we will encounter fatal crises, but the journey is always pleasant, and more often than not, it is full of laughter.

But the "mountain road" is so difficult. As Zhong Shan continues to grow, he spends more and more time in a state of confusion, and the time he spends awake is actually decreasing.

Even though the "mountain" was just an ordinary anchor for thinking, it still slowly eroded his consciousness.

Finally one day, while he was awake, Zhong Shan grabbed a cloud from the sky, put it on top of his head, and sighed: "Mumu, you and I have been together for thousands of years, and we have always been harmonious and happy. I should treat all of them together." Catch all the clouds in the world and make this place a paradise of life.”

"But, I can't... If I fail to prove the truth, I will become a real mountain without self-awareness, and I will not be able to protect you by then."

"I can't be so selfish."

"I should find a suitable world for you to live in."

"Only the world can protect you."

"What...are you willing to wander with me? You..."

The giant was not good at words, but he was extremely happy.

He ran wildly through the ocean, causing a tsunami.

In a short period of time, Zhongshan got rid of the erosion from the "mountain", and his waking hours once again increased.

It may be that the anchoring from family and friendship plays a role.

But this kind of awakening only lasted for a short moment in the long tug of war. As time passed, his size became larger, the power of the "mountain" struck again, and the waking time became shorter again.

The stop-and-go journey continues.

The deterioration of the situation caused Zhong Shan to need more anchors from the real world to stabilize his will.

So they came up with a new idea: children.

If you have children, you may have new worries.

"But if the birth of the child is just to anchor my will, this approach is really too selfish and unfair to the children."

Zhong Shan sighed: "I, Wan Hai Civilization, don't mind what the so-called race is."

"But after they were born, they should have received a good education and cultural influence in Wanhai Civilization. Why should they follow me and wander around?"

"What's more, I may not be able to reach the end of this mountain road."

"If they lose their father when they are young, how should I give them an explanation?"

"You...you are willing to take on all the parenting responsibilities...No, this responsibility is too heavy. I don't want you to do this."

"..."

In the end, Zhong Shan was convinced. He let out a long sigh and looked toward the distant sky. Perhaps deep in his heart, he also hoped that his partner would have children by his side in the future.

That way, even if you die, your partner will not be lonely.

Perhaps it was the cultivation of new life that filled him with expectations, or perhaps the emergence of new life awakened his father's love, and his situation really improved in a hundred years.

However, the erosion of the "mountain" is too strong and cannot be transferred by human will.

As his size grew to the 10,000-meter level, his every move was as powerful as a mountain.

The "Mountain Avenue" has finally come to an end.

But he couldn't get over the last step, and Zhong Shan was once again confused and in despair.

Mumu had no choice, because all means had been exhausted. Only the light from the source of the world could make him awake for a short period of time.

But they have been traveling for so long, and the source of the world has been almost consumed.