I'm not a theatre god

Hearing this, everyone in the Dusk Society fell silent at the same time.

They seem to have been able to see the scene where many pioneers stepped firmly into the nuclear ruins in front of the Red Dust Base, and relied on their own strength and perseverance to reconnect the boundary train tracks bit by bit...

“After the first pioneers stepped into the nuclear ruins, they developed various symptoms, including high fever, cancer, and coughing up blood, and died fifteen days later.

The second batch of pioneers followed closely, and then the third batch... After nearly two months of hard work, the tracks of the boundary train were finally reconnected, and the infrastructure was basically repaired... At that time, the supplies stored in Hongchen Base were already on the verge of reaching the limit. If they hadn't repaired the track in time and allowed the boundary train to transport enough supplies, I'm afraid most of the millions of people hiding would have starved to death...

But these pioneers did not come back alive in the end.

Later, the nine realms were reconnected, and Hongchen Base also tried to find the culprit of the nuclear attack. However, from a time perspective, Hongchen Jun was the last to fall asleep among the Nine Lords, and the other Nine Lords fell into sleep long before her. Entering the dormant cabin... Moreover, after technological regression, the ballistics of nuclear weapons cannot be traced, so this matter has not yet been concluded.

"I asked why people in the world of mortals are so short-lived... so it's because of nuclear radiation?" 9 of Hearts nodded slightly.

"After those three rounds of nuclear strikes, the radiation intensity in the Hongchen realm has always exceeded the standard. Fortunately, Hongchen Jun's realm seems to have a suppressive effect on the radiation in the air. It took more than ten years for the radiation intensity to reach a level that was barely bearable...

At that time, the sand and gravel that concealed millions of people were reaching their limits. In addition, after being trapped for more than ten years, the shadow of the nuclear attack has gradually faded. The public has long been depressed, and public resentment has arisen. Some people have even organized demonstrations and riots, claiming that the nuclear radiation has disappeared long ago, and it is the Hongchen Base that insists on destroying the people. They were kept there in captivity, and all kinds of arguments emerged one after another.

In the end, the Hongchen Base was under pressure and could only let them return to the world of mortals... But before that, the chief founded Fu Sheng Hui

"What does your chief founder's creation of Fu Sheng Hui have to do with people returning to the world of mortals?" Diamond 10 was a little confused.

"The chief believes that art can affect people's emotions and subtly influence the values ​​​​of an era... If these millions of people live in desolate and desolate nuclear ruins, their mood will continue to be depressed and pessimistic, which will not only affect their physical functions, but also lead to social consequences. It develops towards Yin, and a large number of barbarism and violence are produced.

Those people in the sand and gravel are the descendants of the pioneers. The chief does not want everything to develop in that direction, so he hopes to forcibly rewrite this era through Qingshin Dao;

He wanted the purest and most beautiful flowers to grow on this barren land; he wanted the nuclear ruins, which represented death and desolation, to become the most vibrant and hopeful rolling world of mortals.

The chief said that if the destiny of mankind is changed by art, Qing Shinto will be able to prove himself to the world and set foot on the top of the world

Chen Ling was stunned.

Use art to rewrite the destiny of mankind?

This simple sentence contains too much faith and power. Chen Ling seemed to see Yao Qing's back standing in the void, overlooking the ruins full of death and desolation, and making great wishes.

This sentence is too big to be believed... The destiny of mankind is so grand. How can it be rewritten by an embroidered picture or a scroll?

But think about it carefully, has Yao Qing done it?

Lord Hongchen was forced to wake up and could not extend his life; the world of Red Dust was wiped out by nuclear bombs and was no longer suitable for survival; the train tracks in the world collapsed and all basic equipment was paralyzed... Under such a hellish difficulty start, this nuclear ruin still developed stubbornly It became the world of mortals in front of Chen Ling.

The fate of mankind...at least the fate of millions of people in the world of mortals was changed because of Yao Qing. He succeeded.

"As expected of the leader of Qingshen Dao, his ambition and structure are truly extraordinary.

Shiro couldn't help but admire.

"Chief, you are truly worthy of being the chief." He continued,

"After the creation of Ukisei-e, they began to use the power of Ao Shinto to whitewash nuclear ruins, use art to change the environment, and create livable towns one after another. The person responsible for maintaining these 'illusions' from being discovered by the residents is called ' architect'.

Not long after, the chief announced that he would go into seclusion and sleep. No one knew where he was going, and no one knew what he was doing... The subsequent affairs of Fushenge were all managed by generations of the Second Hall.

Due to the continuous development of the world of mortals, the population is increasing, and maintenance is becoming more and more difficult. Therefore, floating paintings began to recruit children from the public and sent them to Qingdao ancient Tibet to experience. If there are those who set foot on Qingshen Dao, they will be included in floating paintings. In the painting... But in order to keep the secret, they prohibited the architect from contacting ordinary people, including their former parents and brothers.

Later, the growth rate of the population still exceeded the expansion rate of Fu Sheng Hui, so they guided residents to build the main city of Hongchen and introduced people into the main city. First, people lived together in the same area, and architects could maintain it. There are more residents; secondly, the main city does not have as many trees and flowers as in the town, which can greatly reduce the maintenance pressure.

Slowly, the main city of Hongchen grew bigger and bigger, and the realm of Hongchen developed into what you see now.

Plum Blossom 8 finished the history of the world of mortals and floating paintings in one breath, and most of the doubts about the world of mortals in the minds of everyone in the Dusk Club were solved.

"So, Fu Sheng Hua is pretty good?" Jian Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The first generation of Fushenghui founded by the chief is indeed like this. Meihua 8 paused for a moment, "but time will change a lot of things... For more than three hundred years, Fushenghui has changed generations after generations. Now, except for those halls, few of them have the sense of responsibility they had back then. In their eyes, the current world of mortals is more of a delicate object that needs to be decorated, a complex and huge painting.

Some of them even began to play the so-called "gods", and "showed their holiness" through this painting that has been worked hard by generations to satisfy their vanity..."

"Is this also the reason why you left Fushenghui? "

"Partly... and I feel that using this method to whitewash the realm is not a long-term solution. This balance is too fragile. As long as there is a little wind and waves, everything will shatter like bubbles.

Meihua 8 helplessly spread his hands, "Now it seems that my feeling is correct.

"The dream bubble has burst, and the world of mortals has also come to face reality..." Meihua, who has always been silent, slowly pulled the brim of the magic hat, and looked into the distance calmly.

"After the disaster, where will the fate of this realm go?"

Chen Ling looked at that direction silently. The next moment, a slight pain came from his fingertips, as if a needle had pierced his skin.

Chen Ling looked down in confusion, and saw that on the embroidery of the Red Dust Lord, a dark red silk thread seemed to come alive and silently wrapped around his fingertips...