2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Okay, just send it here."

Meredith waved her hand, and a wave of waves swirled up, got under her and Yan Muyun's feet, and lifted the two of them up in the air.

If we go further, Yuanlong will trigger Ark's early warning mechanism, causing unnecessary panic over there.

"Woooo..."

This big guy let out a low whimper from its throat, rolled the two huge blue eyeballs on its head a few times, and slowly sank into the sea water.

The surging waves were like living creatures, pushing Yan Muyun and Meredith towards the brightly lit steel island in the distance.

...

Eden's Ark, Area 0.

This place is guarded by countless cruise ships and warships in the center. Every entrance and exit is guarded by mechanical guards, and no one can enter.

After passing through the magnificent hall, the two took the elevator to the top floor.

Meredith yawned, her voice a little lazy: "The Original God Envoy should still be resting. You can find a room to sleep for a while, and call someone if you need it."

"Where does he live?" Yan Muyun asked.

"The room on the left at the end of the corridor." Meredith pointed.

Then her green eyes widened, because Yan Muyun walked straight over and knocked on the door.

"What are you doing? It's 3 o'clock in the morning." Meredith frowned slightly.

"I know." Yan Muyun turned to look at her innocently, and knocked on the door a few more times: "He asked me to come here, and I didn't take the initiative. Since all the guests are here, the master hides What's the point of sleeping in a room?"

Meredith thought about it and realized that what he said seemed to make sense.

Just when Yan Muyun raised his hand to knock on the door for the third time, a dull cough came from the room: "Ahem...come in."

So he opened the door and walked directly in.

Meredith stood in the corridor with her arms folded, a smile gradually appearing on her face. She was becoming more and more interested in this "blasphemer".

...

The room was an ordinary presidential suite. Although it was gorgeously decorated and comfortable, there was nothing particularly outstanding about it.

After Yan Muyun walked around the glass fish tank that was as tall as one person at the door, he immediately saw the somewhat rickety figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Just like on TV, this is a white man who looks to be in his fifties. He has deep features and fine lines on his face. He looks ordinary. If it weren't for the pure white luxurious robe with gold patterns on the surface, no one would have thought that this ordinary man who was thrown into the crowd and never found again would be the [original divine messenger] closest to the gods in the world today. .

"You came?"

Constantine's body is thin and slightly hunched. Under the cover of his half-drooped eyelids, the pupil of his left eye is crystal clear like colorless glass, and a bright golden light slowly overflows from the depths of his right eye.

Different from ordinary golden eyes and pale eyes that are no different from ordinary people when not activated, these are the eyes of gods that will never burn out.

God observes the world through his eyes, and it is he who executes the will of the supreme being on earth.

"I am coming."

However, even though he was being watched by the gods, a certain "blasphemer" did not show any nervousness at all, and sat on the sofa opposite Constantine.

While being observed, Yan Muyun was also observing the other person.

He wanted to know what was going on in the mind of this man who now stood at the pinnacle of world religions and political power. But he was disappointed. Apart from his magical eyes, the man seemed to be no different from ordinary people. His mental outlook was even worse than some sixty-year-old men who often exercised their schedules.

Constantine didn't know what he was thinking, so he smiled slightly and said, "I've been waiting for you here, but I accidentally fell asleep just now. I'm sorry."

"Yeah...it's okay." Now Yan Muyun was a little cautious.

He has always been willing to take soft measures rather than hard measures. If the opponent is tough, he will only get tougher. But if the other party treats him politely, he will unconsciously give in three points.

"Is there anything you want to ask me? As long as I know, I will answer it."

Once again, to Yan Muyun's expectation, Constantine did not lecture him on the will of the gods or make any requests. Instead, he took the initiative to express his willingness to answer all his questions.

Yan Muyun pondered for a moment, and then his eyes became firm: "I want to know, what exactly is a 'god'? Is it a person with powerful powers, or some other existence?"

Constantine seemed to have expected that he would ask this question, and smiled slightly: "The founder of order on this planet, the guardian of human civilization, the source of all things, the root of all laws. It is He who ignited the fire of human evolution. , allowing us to find a small corner in this vast sea of ​​stars."

Yan Muyun was a little surprised. He originally thought that the other party was going to say that God was the creator and master of the universe, the eternal truth and power in the universe, with infinite wisdom and power, and the ability to control all things and phenomena in the universe.

However, Constantine's description was extremely conservative and modest, limiting the scope of the gods' abilities to the earth and human civilization, and did not even slightly expand it to the entire solar system.

To be honest, there is no other life in the universe within the current observable range of mankind. Even if Constantine said that gods created and ruled the entire galaxy, there would probably not be many people who would dare or be able to stand up and refute him, and there would be no need to worry about aliens popping up from any corner and calling him bragging.

Although Yan Muyun was not very interested in religion, he knew more or less about it. Compared to those so-called omniscient and omnipotent gods whose main subjects of belief are completely fabricated and relied entirely on human religions to promote them, this god who at least actually exists seems to be a bit too humble.

Although he already had some good feelings in his heart, Yan Muyun's question had not actually been answered.

He blinked: "What I want to ask is, do gods have entities? Is it a human being, or is it some kind of life that is currently incomprehensible to humans?"

"Why bother with this."

Constantine showed a wry smile and shook his head slightly, as if he had met a student who was obsessed with minutiae in class: "If you must give him an identity, you can understand him as the 'order' of this world, or... 'Will'. He may have an entity, or he may not. All His manifestations are only based on our human observations and definitions."

This statement was so mysterious that Yan Muyun was a little stunned.

But the other party had already said that, and he was too embarrassed to continue asking questions. It seemed that he could only figure it out on his own later.

"That......"

Yan Muyun touched his nose and his eyes moved slightly: "Can I see the gods?"

Constantine: "..."

There was an eerie silence in the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Constantine shook his head slightly and sighed: "To be honest, even I have never seen the Lord. All of His will came directly to me in some non-vocal, non-written way. in my mind."

"Is it so mysterious?" Yan Muyun was stunned again.

He frowned slightly and said again: "Then..."

"Do you know why I'm so anxious to see you?" Constantine struck preemptively this time.

"How do I know?" Yan Muyun spread his hands.

"Because we really don't have much time left..."

Constantine's eyes were slightly closed, and the pure gold and silver light moved slightly on his eyelids, like the sun and the moon:

"Humanity's time is really running out."