I'm not a drama god

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Dusk Society fell silent.

They seemed to be able to see the scene in front of the Red Dust Base back then, where many pioneers resolutely stepped into the nuclear ruins and, relying on their own strength and perseverance, reconnected the tracks of the boundary train bit by bit...

“After the first batch of pioneers stepped into the nuclear wasteland, they developed various symptoms, including high fever, cancer, and coughing up blood. They 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 the Red Dust Base were on the verge of exhaustion. If they had not repaired the tracks in time and allowed the boundary train to deliver enough supplies, I am afraid that most of the million people who were hiding would have starved to death...

But these pioneers ultimately failed to return alive.

Later, the nine realms were reconnected, and Hongchen Base also tried to find the culprit of the nuclear attack, but judging from the time, Hongchen Jun was the last of the nine Juns to fall asleep, and the other nine Juns had entered the hibernation capsule long before her... and after the technological regression, the trajectory of the nuclear weapon could not be traced, so this matter has not been concluded to this day."

"I was wondering why people in the Red Dust Realm have such short lives... turns out it's because of the nuclear radiation?" Red Heart 9 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 gravel that hid a million people was already on the verge of breaking point. In addition, after being trapped for more than a decade, the shadow of the nuclear attack gradually faded, and the people had long been suppressed. There was resentment, and some people even organized marches and riots, claiming that the nuclear radiation had disappeared long ago, and it was the Red Dust Base that forced them to be kept there. In short, all kinds of arguments emerged one after another.

In the end, the Hongchen Base was forced to return to the world of mortals...but before that, the chief founded Fu Sheng Hui. "

"What does your chief's founding of Fu Sheng Hui have to do with people's return to the mortal world?" Block 10 was a little puzzled.

"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 wants to make the purest and most beautiful flowers grow on this most barren land; and make the nuclear ruins that represent death and desolation become the most vibrant and hopeful world.

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.

Using 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 filled with death and desolation, and making great wishes.

This sentence is so big that it is hard to believe... The destiny of mankind is so grand, how can it be rewritten by a 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, 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 Red Dust Realm, 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 indeed worthy of being the chief." Plum Blossom 8 continued,

"After the creation of Ukiyoe, they began to use the power of Aogami-do to whitewash the nuclear ruins, using art to change the environment and create one livable town after another. The people who were responsible for maintaining these 'illusions' from being discovered by the residents were called 'architects'.

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 contact with ordinary people, including their former parents and brothers.

Later, the population growth rate exceeded the expansion rate of Fu Sheng Hui, so they guided the residents to build the Hongchen main city and bring people into the main city. On the one hand, the population is concentrated, and in the same area, the architects can maintain more residents; on the other hand, the main city does not have as many trees, flowers and plants as in towns, 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. "

Meihua 8 finished talking about the history of the Red Dust Realm and Fu Sheng Hui in one breath, and most of the doubts in the minds of the people in the Dusk Society about the Red Dust Realm were also resolved.

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

"It was true for the first generation of Fu Sheng Hui founded by the Chief." Meihua 8 paused for a moment, "But time will change many things... For more than three hundred years, Fu Sheng Hui has changed generations after generations. Now, except for those few halls, few of them have the sense of responsibility they had back then. In their eyes, the current Red Dust Realm is more of a delicate object that needs to be embellished, a complex and huge painting.

Some of them even began to play the role of so-called "gods", using this painting that was painstakingly drawn by generations of people to "show their holiness" in order to satisfy their vanity..."

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

"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 slight storm, everything will shatter like bubbles."

Club 8 helplessly spread his hands, "Now it seems that my feeling was correct."

"The bubble of fantasy has burst, and it's time to face reality in the mortal world..." The always silent J of Clubs slowly pulled the brim of his magic hat, his eyes calmly looking into the distance,

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

Chen Ling looked in 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 a dark red silk thread on the embroidered picture of Lord Hongchen, as if it had come to life, silently entwined around his fingertips...