A million ways to survive in the dungeon

The same corridors, the same murals, the same caves.

If the boss hadn't changed, Zhao Aotian would have thought he was dreaming in this repetitive scene, right?

To be honest, with this design and the dim environment, it is easy for people to become confused after a few times.

Zhao Aotian came to the cave with two secret treasures in hand.

A huge red bird lay on the ground.

Almost at the same moment that Zhao Aotian arrived, the giant bird raised its head.

Same as White Tiger.

It's angry.

Unreasonable and inexplicable anger.

There was no trace of the intelligence that a high-level monster should have in its eyes, as if the frontal lobe of its brain had been removed and it knew nothing but anger.

Accompanied by a piercing cry.

The giant bird spread its wings.

Every feather on his body burned with blazing fire.

The hot wind and waves blew Zhao Aotian almost off his feet.

Open identification.

Object: Suzaku lv192.

The burning posture and the majestic wingspan of a hundred meters make anyone who sees it can't help but be afraid.

After brushing off the sparks on his shoulders, Zhao Aotian took a look at Suzaku's spectacular posture wrapped in fire, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Suzaku? I think the turkey is pretty much the same."

Indeed, what Zhao Aotian said is right.

I thought Suzaku should look like a phoenix, with a thin neck and long legs.

But when he saw Suzaku, Zhao Aotian didn't know how to complain.

Although it is probably quite large, it looks chunky due to its proportions.

Like a bantam chicken.

"Time is very tight. Prince Star will probably arrive in Sichuan Province soon, right? Sorry, I don't have time to play with you!"

After saying that, Zhao Aotian put on his posture.

He is not naive enough to think that he can deal with this kind of opponent just by relying on normalcy.

【Transformation into God】

With his wings stretched out, Zhao Aotian jumped into the air and pounced on Suzaku.

…

A long time ago and a long time ago.

Gods were born in that chaotic heaven and earth.

At that time, even the gods were very ignorant.

They have no understanding, no reason, no intelligence.

Born from heaven and earth, the only purpose in his mind is to seize the way of heaven.

That is their only desire and the meaning of being born in this world.

At that time, the chaotic world was in pieces.

The fighting went on endlessly.

Every second, countless gods fall and countless gods are born.

Until a god finally reached and touched the way of heaven.

All this finally has the possibility of ending.

However, being able to touch the way of heaven and obtaining the way of heaven are completely different things.

The moment the god touched the Heavenly Dao, he was shot down by the Heavenly Dao.

But the god did not fall. On the contrary, because he touched the way of heaven, he got a trace of "divine will" separated from the way of heaven.

Name: Truth.

The moment he obtained the truth, it was like the first start of a machine that had just left the factory. That god finally obtained the first knowledge in the world.

The first thing he did was name himself after the power of truth.

Its name is: Creation.

The God of Creation, who had gained intelligence, looked at the fragmented world and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What are the gods constantly fighting for?

The world has fallen apart. What did everyone get from fighting?

Then, the Creator God said: "There will be no more struggle."

The gods indeed stopped fighting.

The Creator God also said: "God wants wisdom."

Then all gods possess intelligence.

From this moment on, the disputes ceased completely, no gods died anymore, and naturally no gods were born again.

After that, using the power of truth, the God of Creation reunited the fragmented world.

This world quickly became lush and leafy.

However, a group of gods have nothing to do in this world.

Moreover, if there is no struggle, no gods will die, and if no gods die, no new gods will be born.

Time can smooth out everything, even protons will decay over the long years.

Even if the gods can live forever, how can we spend the trillions of years and almost infinite time to entertain ourselves?

You can't just sit there and do nothing all day long, right?

Born with nothing to do, yet with infinite longevity.

There is no difference between life and death.

Moreover, even if truth is used to piece together the fragmented world, the rest index of this world is still too low.

That is extremely unrealistic.

Without struggle, it has become lifeless, which makes the world's peace index continue to decline.

It is impossible for such a plane to generate life spontaneously, let alone a future. It will only stop moving forward forever.

If this continues, the resting place of the entire world will collapse, and the plane itself will collapse and return to the way of heaven. Naturally, all the gods in it will not escape their doom.

So, how to improve the rest index?

The Hugh Mo Index is the intensity of reality, and the stability of reality is based on intellectual and rational cognition.

As long as there is enough awareness, the rest index of a world will gradually become stable.

Then, the God of Creation came up with an idea.

He hopes the world can be more vibrant.

But until the gods die, no new gods will be born. Although truth is powerful, it cannot create gods out of thin air.

Because gods are created by heaven and are creatures higher than truth.

then.

The God of Creation used his own image and simplified it slightly to create a brand new species.

Humanity!

…

Taking a sip of hot tea and slowly putting down the cup, Zheng Yang said quietly: "This is the story of the birth of God and the truth.

That's right, it's the magical skill and truth in your body. Since the birth of mankind, more beings have become aware of the world, and the world's rest index has gradually begun to increase.

The ancient era of Hades * the era of humans and gods began on that day. "

The tea beside him didn't even move.

Zheng Qian was not interested in the fictional tea and Zheng Yang's story.

He changed his sitting position and said coldly: "So? What do you want to say? If you just give me popular science history, I won't be very interested."

"Don't worry, this is the beginning."

Zheng Yang picked up the teacup, blew on it, and said, "I know you hate us and don't believe in us.

Maybe you will never forgive us in your life, but one thing please believe that we, husband and wife, also want to kill [].

Even if we can't reconcile, at least for the sake of the same purpose, how about you listen to me and then consider whether to cooperate? "

Zheng Qian lowered his head and thought for a while.

Admittedly, reasonable.

I won't forgive you.

But if this is the case, then in order to achieve the goal, it is not a bad idea to temporarily put aside personal grudges and cooperate, and then settle the scores after the cooperation is completed.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian nodded.

"Okay, keep talking."

Zheng Yang's expression relaxed slightly.

He continued: "Where did you talk about just now? Oh, yes, the age of humans and gods has begun.

Everything before the Age of Man and God was called the Age of Chaos, and everything that happened at that time was related to [Truth].

The original intention of the Creator God was good, and his actions were right. All planes and worlds should have been bathed in the protection of truth and prospered...

...If there is no [fallacy].

The birth of fallacy almost brought an end to this infant world. "

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