Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

Uncomfortable, so many people are staring at the beauties around him, which makes him a little jealous unconsciously, and he feels very uncomfortable, and he can't wait to gouge out the eyes of these people.

　　Happily, only he was by Jiayue's side, the two walked side by side, and even could smell the faint fragrance of each other, which made the soul extremely peaceful, as if they could forget all their troubles.

　　"Is this here?" Jiang Yuan turned his head to look at Ge Yu beside him.

　　Only then did Ge Yu react, and the two of them unconsciously came to the end of the aisle.

　　It was a huge tube, as if a large circle had been hollowed out in the center of the hull.

　　The walls of the interior are depicted with countless pictures and texts of feelings, and many people are standing at the end of the aisle, watching.

　　The two squeezed into the crowd, and the moment the people around saw Jiang Yuan, they couldn't help but move to the side, with a flash of amazement in their eyes.

　　"This is it. "

　　Ge Yu hurriedly squeezed up, stood with Jiang Yuan, and said in a very gentle voice: "Legend has it that this extinction-level existence has now reached another unbelievable realm. "

　　Therefore, the perception he portrayed now is more difficult to understand than before, and only existences above the god lord level can perceive a trace of true meaning from it. "

　　Jiang Yuan nodded, he looked at the people around him, although they were all looking at the mural, but no one understood the meaning of it, just rote memorization, thinking that it was good for him.

　　But this is not a good thing, cognition of things that are too high beyond oneself will have a bad impact on oneself.

　　It's like, you look ugly, you still watch the poisonous chicken soup on the Internet every day, think you are a fairy, you want millions of luxury cars, millions of mansions, and handsome, tall and gentle men as husbands.

　　thinks that in this way can be worthy of oneself, this is the so-called moral unworthiness, raising one's own horizons, but forgetting one's own strength.

　　Jiang Yuan looked at the mural carefully.

　　These murals are dead and do not move, but under his sight, these murals seem to come to life, and they are all telling their own stories.

　　Together, they form a magnificent masterpiece.

　　In the mural, a baby, ignorant, toddler, extremely weak, surrounded by groups of incomparably huge beasts.

　　Babies grow very fast, and in just one day, they become adults.

　　He looked up at the sky, the sky was gray, lightning and thunder, there was no sun, it rained for a long time, and the rain hit him, and it was extremely cold.

　　There are also countless terrifying beasts around, and every time they step on the earth, the earth shakes.

　　The boy walked in this world full of giant beasts, on all fours, looking for food, and just like a day, he spent a long time in ignorance and ignorance.

　　Finally, one day, he discovers a tribe, and in the midst of the tribe, he sees the girl he likes.

　　Armed with a stone spear, he warned him.

　　He didn't understand what it meant, but instinctively felt happy, because he had found his kindred, and he didn't know what his inner emotions meant.

　　But he knew that he was very happy, happier than ever, happier than eating and sleeping.

　　He rushed forward, and the girl also pierced him with a spear.

　　When he woke up, he found himself lying on a rock, the wound smeared with green stuff, and the juice running down with a faint fishy smell.

　　When I moved slightly, my whole body hurt.

　　In the following time, the girl taught him to read and write, and taught him how to be a person.

　　In this way, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye, civilization is developing, everything is developing, and their race is born with a long lifespan.

　　It is very difficult to die a natural death unless you die unexpectedly.

　　He and the girl became husband and wife, and over time, he became the leader of the tribe, and gradually mastered the martial arts and began to practice martial arts.

　　But the cultivation of martial arts seems to be forbidden in this world.

　　When the martial arts began to sprout, disaster struck and behemoths began to ravage their homeland, devouring his fellow citizens and exterminating them.

　　The young man, with his wife and the few remaining members of his clan, began to flee for his life, constantly fleeing, looking for new gathering places everywhere.

　　But death hangs over them forever.

　　The population of the race sometimes increases, sometimes decreases, and when it is large, the population reaches millions, and when it is small, it is less than a thousand.

　　Every day, every moment, the boy watched the continuous death of his fellow clansmen around him.

　　By the end he was even numb.

　　He thought about resisting, but the behemoth was too strong, and resisting meant death.

　　He survived like this, taking his wife, his own children, and his own race, constantly fleeing, again and again, tirelessly.

　　But such an escape has finally reached its limit.

　　His youngest son, still because of an accident, led a team of people, and never returned, drowning in the towering jungle, and there was not even a corpse left.

　　However, this seems to be just the beginning.

　　The son of his eldest son, his grandson, the eldest grandson who advocated rebellion, disobeyed the order and led a hundred thousand tribal warriors to besiege a giant beast.

　　All of them were killed.

　　Then there was his eldest son, who was depressed all day long with the death of his son, and finally on a rainy night, he went into the deep forest alone, and he did not know that he died, and never returned.

　　With the continuous death of his children and grandchildren, his wife finally slept in one night.

　　All this, for him, is undoubtedly a huge blow.

　　He buried his wife, left the tribe, and went alone, as if he had returned to the time when he was young, and he practiced every day except eating and sleeping.

　　There is no day or night, no concept of time.

　　He was gifted, created the theory of godhood, determined the path to godhood, and after 100,000 years, ascended to the throne of the god and achieved the god of martial arts.

　　He became a god, and when he looked at the entire sky, everything became incomparably small.

　　The giant beast that once made people desperate has become like an ant, which can be pinched to death at will.

　　The race they once left has also grown stronger, they have their own territory, the total population has exceeded the 100 million mark, and the current race leader is also extremely good.

　　Everything is moving in a good direction.

　　But everything that was once is gone, and his past has become an epic history of the race, which will be remembered forever and known to future generations.