Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

That being said, Bai, who had just been born, obviously could not understand the internal differences.

What Ryan wanted her to decide was actually the power that prompted the birth of these dragons, but she obviously misunderstood. She thought she had to decide what they looked like, which was the meaning of "what kind of dragon".

So she began to look around and observe the furnishings in the hall.

The towering pillars were engraved with ancient patterns, and the creations born in the last era contained the breath of time. If she were a time dragon, she would probably like this kind of thing very much, but as the supreme in the spiritual realm, Bai just glanced and passed them directly.

Then there were tables and chairs, stone carvings, incense, ornaments, or cups and lamps. These things have their own beauty, but they undoubtedly require a life with enough "experience" to appreciate the skills and art contained in them. As a dragon who was born not long ago, Bai's aesthetics was obviously still simple and rough, so she once again passed these "not very good-looking" things.

Finally, perhaps due to some kind of nature in her blood, when Bai's eyes swept across a relief on the wall, she obviously paused.

There, some shining gems glowed brightly, and pure elemental power emanated from them. The power and aesthetics matched, which made Bai like them at once.

"I want this."

Looking very formal, Bai pointed to the different kinds of gems with his right wing.

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After a moment of silence, facing the silver eyes of the young dragon, Ryan realized his mistake. It seemed that the other party didn't understand what he meant at all. But after glancing at the decorative gems, he nodded.

These gems are the creations condensed by elemental power. Since Bai chose them, let her choose the elements they represent. Add a little spiritual power, that's enough.

So Ryan stretched out his hand and pointed, and the gems on the wall fell.

There are many of them, but they are roughly divided into five categories, namely amethyst, blue diamond, crystal, topaz and jade. Different elemental auras linger around the gems, some are single, and some are mixed.

They fell into the middle of the dragon egg, each looking for some to blend in. The next moment, the power that isolated the dragon eggs from the outside world disappeared, and they began to be affected by the environment and undergo different changes.

In the surrounding void, elemental power mixed with a little spiritual breath began to flow into the dragon eggs. The gems before were the seeds that guided the elements to be classified.

However, unlike the previous two dragon eggs, these ordinary dragons do not have the ability to be born naturally, and their nature does not support them to do so. After all, these dragons are closer to real life, unlike the other two extraordinary dragon species, who are naturally close to time and mind.

Therefore, the power of life is also added to it, affecting the direction of some changes. They will reproduce in a normal way, so there is more than one dragon of each kind. Under the influence of external forces, they are divided into two sexes, and the number varies.

Of course, just like Bai is more or less affected by the spiritual world, these dragons will also be changed to a certain extent. Their personalities may be deviated, and it is difficult to define them with worldly kindness or evil.

"Oh, and this."

"I erased their innate abilities, so I should give them acquired abilities."

Suddenly remembering something, Ryan waved his hand to draw the words and memories of the spirit world over, mixing them with the spiritual breath into the dragon egg.

A name is an important part of the 'existence' of a life. Originally, all dragons had a natural name, which came from the depths of their blood, the dragon king Nidhogg who created them. In this way, the black dragon can deepen the connection with his descendants, and in turn, his descendants can also obtain the knowledge left in their blood by their ancestors through this name, so that dragons can better survive and reproduce in the new world.

However, those transformed by the spirit world obviously lost this ability, and Ryan did not need to let them inherit what the black dragon intentionally left in his blood. Since they don't have a natural name, just give them an extra one.

"Okay, since you have chosen the form for them, it's up to you to take care of their birth."

Everything is almost ready, and Ryan retracted his right hand. Compared to Bai, who can be accelerated by the power of time, the Time Dragon needs to experience enough time, so there is no need to wait.

Looking at Bai who was expecting something, Ryan finally reminded:

"But remember to give yourself a formal name, this is very important."

"Okay."

Shaking her head indifferently, the young dragon flew to the group of dragon eggs. She stayed above the highest egg, as if they were all surrounding her.

The sun rose in the outside world, and the crescent moon in the spirit world did not change much. However, vaguely, an inexplicable atmosphere permeated.

It seemed that since the day when the era changed, the world has never been peaceful.

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On the earth, the morning sun rose.

"Mr. Ande, please come in."

In a spacious courtyard in Jumu Town, a middle-aged man who looked a little tired welcomed Ande into his home.

It has been a while since the Creator left, and those in high positions among humans have gradually begun to get rid of the old rules and order.

Some of them are no longer satisfied with the past, but try to divide the levels in various aspects, such as the courtyard in front of them.

Different from the small courtyard where Ander once lived, this spacious courtyard was filled with decorations, flowers, and some things that couldn't be named, but they were a little deliberate. Ender felt that the simple cups and cups in Lane's courtyard had more charm.

There is nothing that can be done about this. Due to the low artistic level of the Bronze Age, these things do not reflect any sense of beauty, but if they are just to separate them from ordinary people's residences, the effect is significant.

If there is no imminent disaster, perhaps in a few decades, primitive small estates will be developed among humans. But now, I'm afraid there is no such opportunity.

"Tell me, why are you calling me here so urgently?"

Today's wilderness is not peaceful. The two places are only a few days away, but it is easy to encounter ferocious beasts on the road.

However, Ander, who came in a hurry, seemed more calm than the owner here, and did not feel tired at all. Although more than ten years had not brought about any change in Ender's appearance, his temperament was completely different.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ender, that's it."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly with some caution in his words.

"I heard that you have some extraordinary abilities?"

"If you're talking about the little tricks that aid the repertoire, that's true."

Nodding, Ender didn't hide it. In fact, there is nothing to hide.

He did learn a special skill called 'meditation', but that was all. Simply increasing his mental power would not show any obvious characteristics, and he was not qualified to use that special wood carving yet.

As for those so-called 'little tricks', they actually use mental power to pry the strings of the magic net everywhere, and then have some abilities such as controlling fire and water, and healing minor wounds. Even if there is no magic power, it still does not affect the spiritual control of the elements.

If a hundred years had passed like this, Ender might still be able to learn something from it and create some crude spells on his own, but right now, these abilities weren't as harmful as the damage he could do by violently attacking others with his mental power.

But this is also the reason why no one paid attention to these abilities before. After all, Ender's methods, which are more similar to performances, don't look like a transcendent path.

What’s more, today’s human beings don’t yet have the concept of a transcendent path.

"Then let me tell you straight, Mr. Ender, we need your help."

With a solemn expression, the middle-aged man sighed.

"I don't know why, but recently in Jumu Town, many people have suddenly become weak, unable to eat, and coughing and wheezing. At first, everyone didn't pay attention to these, and just thought it was because of fatigue, as you know , In recent years, life has become increasingly difficult for everyone.”

Ender just nodded and didn't react.

Although he was still kind in his heart, Ender no longer believed the words of these priests.

Perhaps because of the loss of the divine gift, ordinary people's lives are indeed not easy, but this does not include the person in front of them.

"If this is all, it's actually nothing. They are just weak and nothing further has happened." In front of Ander, the middle-aged man continued: "But we soon discovered that this symptom can spread. of."

"At first it was just a few people, then dozens, then hundreds. We couldn't see the pattern of its spread at all. It seemed that as long as anyone lived in this town, there was a possibility that it would come to their door."

"So, you don't know how to solve it, and even you are infected with this unknown thing, so you think of me?"

Frowning his brows, Ender couldn't help but say.

"But why do you think I can solve this problem?"

"What? I got this too?!"

However, as soon as Ander finished speaking, the middle-aged man in front of him was greatly surprised. Apart from being a little tired, he felt nothing at all.

"If the thing you are talking about is the same as what I 'saw', then you are probably infected, but it has not yet taken effect. Just like the toxins of certain beasts, maybe this thing has been dormant for a longer time."

Under the induction of spiritual power, Ender discovered that the other party was abnormal. His breath and body contained a substance that didn't look very healthy.

"Huh - Mr. Ender, I didn't have high hopes at first, but now it seems that you can just 'see' the existence of these things. This is already a good start."

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man said with a forced smile.

"Then let's go and take me to see the others."

He said in a deep voice, although Ender didn't know what this kind of thing was, he could block its approach as long as he used his mental power to pry the wind element in the magic net around his body, so he wasn't very afraid of this unknown thing. substance.

However, others obviously can't do this kind of thing, so he still needs to have a deeper understanding of the rules and sources of the spread of this kind of thing.

Although the lives of humans who are contaminated with this kind of thing are not in danger now, it does not mean that they will not be in the future.

In the past, Ender had witnessed a human being who had been invaded by chronic toxins and died in pain after wailing for a week. This shocked him greatly at the time.

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"Air, this substance can travel through the air."

"Not only that, but it can also stick to food and water sources."

After visiting three places, Ander gradually discovered the commonality of this special existence. They seem to exist in different types, but no matter which one, the naked eye cannot observe it. Even his spirit can only "see" their existence, but cannot understand their characteristics more deeply.

Ander doesn't know whether it is because his spiritual level is not enough, and he has not reached the "supernormal" realm described in the wood carving, or this kind of thing cannot be understood, but now, he can't solve them from the root.

"I can only say that it seems to be afraid of fire, maybe because of the power of the holy fire. Cooking food and water with fire will destroy this thing. But other than that, I have no way to deal with it."

Shaking his head slightly, Ander finally suggested:

"Try to separate those who are infected with the disease from others. If the distance is far enough, this kind of transmission should not be effective."

"What about those of us who have been infected?"

The expression changed again, but the middle-aged man who followed Ander for half a day still tried to stay calm.

"Aren't you priests claiming to be entrusted by the Creator to protect and control the power of the Holy Fire?"

"Since this unknown substance is afraid of fire, perhaps the Holy Fire can solve this problem."

After a little thought, Ander finally gave a feasible answer.

However, the middle-aged man's face did not look good when he heard this. Others don't know, but he is still very clear that any human can receive the Holy Fire, but no one can really control its power.

The so-called "guarding and using" of the priests is just another deception.

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Ander, but please don't talk nonsense about what happened today."

After a short silence, the middle-aged man finally thanked him. He didn't have much hope when he invited Ander, and the result now has made him very satisfied.

It's just that why the other party can see this substance, which makes him a little concerned. Before, he didn't take Ander's unique ability too seriously, but now, he found that he seemed to have underestimated it.

"It's okay, I just hope this trouble can be solved as soon as possible."

He sighed, but no one has died so far. Ander, who has never seen the plague, didn't think it was a big disaster. After saying hello, he turned and left.

After all, he was not proficient in herbs. The other party invited him over with the idea of ​​giving it a try, and his shallow extraordinary power was not enough to do anything about it.

When he was still a child, although Ander learned a lot of mortal knowledge and a lot of old history, he only learned "meditation" from Ryan, the only thing involving extraordinary. Although this is the basis of everything, there is obviously not enough time for him to develop it now.

Holding the puppet left by Ryan, an intuition suddenly surged into Ander's heart.

"Maybe, I should learn something else."

Since the Creator left, the world has become more and more unstable. In a short period of time, he can't reach the realm of "extraordinary" and "legend" mentioned by the wood carving. Maybe he should also learn some swordsmanship as a self-defense skill.

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The disaster spread in the world, and with its integration into human society, strands of faith were born, and eventually fell on their source.

Compared with what true believers worship, or what is the source of human knowledge and civilization like the [Slate of Civilization], this faith caused by the disaster is undoubtedly insignificant. Its only advantage is that as long as there are more intelligent lives on earth, it will continue to rise steadily, unlike the great volatility of mortals' beliefs.

However, there are actually two sources of disasters in the world - one is the gods of the underworld, who symbolize the objectively existing disasters. After all, they already exist, but they come to the world through this opportunity.

The other is the trigger of everything, the woman who opened the magic jar with her own hands. She represents man-made disasters, which are caused by humans themselves.

At this moment, Pandora, who was walking on the western land with Epimetheus, noticed this strange power that ignored the distance and came to her across half the continent.

"What is this?"

It was as if she heard the whispers of living beings, the pain of illness, and the fear of facing disasters. Surrounded by these false illusions, Pandora couldn't help shrinking her body and hugging the magic jar in her arms.

Aside, the God of Hindsight glanced at her and showed a look of understanding.

He knew that this scene would happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

"That is faith, and the gods can become more powerful because of it, but I suggest you don't touch it casually, otherwise I can't guarantee the consequences."

"Why?"

Looking at the surrounding influences, Pandora didn't expect that the gods became stronger through these terrible things?

Thinking of the magnificent hall when she was born and the majestic God King, she couldn't help but have a strong sense of contrast, just like the sense of contrast her husband gave her.

"Because your essence is not a god after all, this cannot be changed."

"Pandora, as the first woman in the world, your body before birth was just an ordinary stone. It became extraordinary because it carried the divine object brought by my father. Although this makes you born with a weak divinity, it cannot help you absorb faith."

As an assistant in the creation of man, Epimetheus has an extremely deep understanding of faith. This kind of power can indeed quickly help the gods accumulate divine power, and can even break the upper limit of the priesthood with a steady stream of faith. However, the prerequisite for doing this is that you must have the priesthood.

No matter how bad it is, it must be a "regional" existence similar to a regional god, with a similar priesthood. Without such a medium, directly absorbing the power of faith is completely seeking death. Just like directly contacting the origin of the priesthood, becoming a madman is the best outcome.

Of course, ordinary beings cannot perceive faith. Only those beings who are born with divinity or who condense themselves can do so. The latter does not exist in this world yet, while the former are all descendants of gods or gods. Existences like Pandora are actually extremely rare.

"But what about this clay pot? Doesn't the content inside it say that it can 'change the impossible'?"

Surrounded by what was considered a 'turbulent' faith to her, Pandora was a little out of breath.

But looking at the exquisite pottery pot covered with patterns in her hands, she couldn't help but feel a little hopeful.

"I don't know, or I am more inclined to think that it is something related to fate. It allows you to encounter a way out accidentally, rather than a universal wishing machine."

Making his judgment, Epimetheus looked at his 'wife'.

"But I'm not sure. Would you like to give it a try and make a wish to it to get a way to use these beliefs?"

For this magic jar, the God of Hindsight doesn't know what he needs to use it. Since Pandora wants to try it, let her try it.

".good."

Biting her lip, Pandora would not be affected if she could not feel faith. If she could use them with her priesthood like a real god, she would also be happy with the existence of faith, but the current situation is really difficult for her to accept.

So Pandora closed her eyes silently and prayed in her heart, hoping that this clay pot could help her achieve her wish.

However, a period of time passed, and in the expectant eyes of the hind-awakened person, nothing happened.

"It seems that making a wish is of no use, even if you are a human and its legal user."

Somewhat disappointed, at this time, Epimetheus recognized Pandora's identity as a human being.

However, if you think about it carefully, the late-awakened person is not surprised by this result. After all, it is a treasure related to fate, and it is normal for it to be difficult to use.

"Let's go. I can't take away your faith. If you really can't handle it, just let it stay like this. As long as you don't take the initiative to contact them, there won't really be any bad consequences. "

"I see."

Nodding, the woman who brought disaster to mankind had nothing to do. She had no choice but to ignore those false illusions and continue to follow Epimetheus without end.

The figures of the two people gradually disappeared at the end, and the wish they just made seemed to be just a joke. But unknown to her, when Pandora made a wish, the trajectory of her destiny was indeed changed, but no one knew the trajectory.

Even in the dark, an equivalent disaster once again struck Pandora.

This is fate. The god of prophecy is unwilling to predict himself, because when you observe him, he also observes you; the person who gives the gift is unwilling to use it personally, because as much as you ask from him, you will definitely give. How many.

But just as two generations of god-kings failed in the face of fate, for Him, nothing is 'impossible'.