I'm not a theatre god

When Yao Qing's voice echoed in the sky above the Red Dust Realm, the world was quiet.

The blue Shinto star hung in the sky, and countless shadows of great men were looking at the end of the Shinto... There, Yao Qing stood tall, and in front of him was a void.

He was waiting for the ancient world to respond, and he was waiting for the ninth step.

The next moment, the scene in front of Yao Qing changed.

In the void, it seemed that something was coming. It had no entity, but it was everywhere... When it came, a huge amount of information poured into Yao Qing's mind.

His consciousness seemed to have crossed time and space. He witnessed the first human being born in nature, and witnessed a group struggling to survive under the erosion of time... When they first sharpened branches into sharp spikes, when they first carved crooked patterns on rocks, when they first lit a fire at the entrance of the cave, a deafening thunder exploded in Yao Qing's ears!

From that moment on, the cornerstone of human civilization has taken deep root in the turbulent years. The edge of the long river of time brushed Yao Qing's cheek. He saw the light and shadow of day and night sweeping through the gaps of swaying leaves, flickering wildly, and human civilization was rapidly piling up in units of thousands of years.

More and more symbols were engraved on stones; scattered tribes intertwined into towns, rising from the banks of the river; bright cloth dotted the lively crowd; some people danced happily around the high bonfire; some people used herbs to apply dripping wounds; some people used stone dice with different numbers of round holes for entertainment...

Yao Qing's pupils kept shrinking, and the light of civilization flickered wildly in them. He saw that the pyramid of human civilization was getting higher and higher in the long river of time. Under the scouring of time, it not only did not shake at all, but became more magnificent and dazzling!

In the eyes of others, Yao Qing was still standing on the eighth step, with nothing in front of him;

But in his own eyes, he was already in front of the vast and boundless civilization tower...

He was as small as an ant.

"Is this... the ancient world?" Yao Qing muttered to himself.

Times are changing, and civilization is still building up. He saw neon lights flashing briefly in the darkness, and soon disappeared into nothingness. After the catastrophe, the human realm was born... He saw the mortal world.

Three hundred years is an unreachable time for humans, but in front of human civilization, it is just a flick of a finger.

He saw the false mortal world rising from the nuclear ruins, millions of people multiplying in the picture scroll, the past order was gradually replaced, and the new order was slowly generated... Millions of people are just a tiny branch of human destiny, but the fate of this branch has indeed changed because of Yao Qing.

The existence of the mortal world is not perfect. Under the prosperous and beautiful skin, it nourishes sin and evil, but that is not the fault of Yao Qing or anyone else...

In the final analysis, this is human nature itself.

Human nature, which was born earlier than human civilization, is a mark that cannot be modified and is imprinted in human genes. The prosperity and splendor of human civilization is largely derived from human nature, but where there is light, there is bound to be darkness. The evil of human nature will always exist in any era and any civilization. It may be restrained by extremely strict laws, but it will never disappear.

If there were no Fu Sheng Hui founded by Yao Qing, the dark side of human nature nurtured in the despair of nuclear ruins would only be more brutal and rampant.

Art has indeed changed the times.

The breath of the ancient world slowly receded around Yao Qing, and the towering tower of human civilization gradually faded from his vision... But at the same time, the ninth step was slowly outlined in the nothingness in front of Yao Qing.

That was the sign of human civilization's recognition of Yao Qing, and it was the last step sent by the ancient world for him...

Heaven and earth grant a position! !

"...He succeeded?" Seeing this, Wuji Jun's pupils suddenly shrank!

When he saw this step appear, Yao Qing's old face finally outlined a faint smile.

This smile was simple and pure. The ignorant boy who was once scolded as a sissy finally stepped through all the storms and witnessed the beginning of the clouds... When he really stood in front of the ninth step, he seemed to have turned back into that boy.

"It can be said that I have no regrets in this life."

Yao Qing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his feet, and gently landed on the ninth step...

The next moment, the loud sound of climbing the steps was like the sound of a bell, resounding throughout the world! !

...

The ancient treasure of the thief.

Gray clouds flowed under the empty sky.

On the desolate and silent land, a magnificent temple in the European medieval style stood tall, with countless treasures and glass-like floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting light, like the only dazzling pearl in the gray world, shining brightly.

Through the colorful glazed windows, you can see tens of millions of cultural treasures displayed between the temples... rusty bronze weapons, jeweled Ming Dynasty gold tripods, Louis XV's Saint-Germain soup bowls, Indian crowns inlaid with eleven Colombian emeralds, Leonardo da Vinci manuscripts with yellowed pages, a perfect classic Ferrari 250LM...

These treasures from different times and regions gathered here across time and space, as if an invisible big hand had stolen the most precious things of every civilization from the years and treasured them in this magnificent temple.

At this time, in the deepest part of the temple, an oppressive silver throne silently surpassed all the treasures.

"Huh..."

In the deadly silent temple, a light exclamation suddenly sounded. A figure on the silver throne slowly opened his eyes.

It was a man wearing a British-style white shirt and a gray gentleman's vest. The buttons carved with gold were meticulously arranged in front of him, and his black slightly curly long hair was scattered behind his ears. He looked like an aristocrat from the European Middle Ages. His facial features were three-dimensional, and his pupils were light blue. Although he had the outline features of a Westerner, he retained the softness of an Oriental face, like a mixed-blood.

"Is it a gift from heaven and earth... I didn't expect that in this era, Qingshen Dao could still produce a demigod."

He supported his head with one hand, looking at a certain direction in the void with interest, and with the other hand, he produced an ancient Roman Aulis gold coin from nowhere, and rolled it briskly on his slender fingertips.

"Qingshen Dao is quite interesting. It's not bad to borrow it to play with for two days..."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, flicked his fingertips, and the gold coin rolled into the sky. At the same time, he raised his slender palm, as if he wanted to grab something in the void... But the next moment, his fingertips stopped in mid-air.

He seemed to have discovered something, and his brows slightly frowned.

Ding-dong--

The gold coin of Oris fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. After turning over twice, it lay on the ground motionless.

"Since you are so pitiful, I won't steal it this time..." He shook his head with some regret,

"I thought there would be another interesting guy in the world... What a pity."