Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

"According to what Grandpa Domon said before, Yi Tong was a posthumous child, and his mother died of dystocia. There is part of the truth and part of the lies." Mo Yu said, "Yi Tong hid the part that would become a scandal for the gods, and covered up the sins and causes of his father's death. His mother may not have really "died of dystocia", at least she lived to throw Yi Tong into the fire.

However, Yi Tong was indeed not raised by his parents, and his grandmother obviously became his guardian... with a strong, twisted regret and hatred."

"His weakness, cough and illness are not only from congenital inheritance, but also from the influence of being burned by fire when he was young." Iyalian also pondered, "But later generations only remember his frailty, and no one remembers Yi Tong's scars."

"After becoming a god, the flaws on the body will be erased, and Yi Tong probably doesn't want his ugly scars to be remembered by believers. Perhaps he keeps looking for a body similar to his own, which is also a psychological compensation for himself."

Mo Yu touched his chin. Just this memory, their understanding of Yi Tong has deepened a lot.

"There is a lot of information, but it also leads to more puzzles."

"Do you want to continue reading? There is another memory behind it." Iyalian said, "It is the memory of the destruction of that tribe."

Mo Yu: "Destruction?!"

More questions arose in his mind, and he couldn't wait to know the answer: "Let's go. Keep reading."

The second memory began with a heavy rain that covered the sky and earth and never stopped for a long time.

The two suns disappeared, dark clouds covered the sky and the earth, endless rain fell, the soil loosened, and the streams swollen... Everything was foreshadowing the arrival of a disaster.

People gathered in the largest cave, their faces gloomy, discussing this endless rainstorm.

It seemed that many years had passed since the last memory. The children had become teenagers, and the plump female chief had become much more haggard.

People were arguing.

"...The birds and beasts are panicking, and the rocks are no longer stable under the erosion of rain. We should consider leaving."

"Leaving the home where our ancestors have lived for generations? I can't imagine such a thing!"

"It's just a temporary measure. We will return when the rain stops!"

"But is it really safe outside? I heard that the river surged a few days ago and destroyed the water tribe on the river bank."

"Didn't their priests get the warning from the world consciousness?"

"We were warned, and even we heard the will of the mother planet, but their priest is a drunken old Lant. He gets a headache after hearing a word, so he has to numb himself with wine. Nine out of ten days he dies drunk in a wine barrel.

They are not like us. They are blessed by the world consciousness. There is only one [Star Chosen Person], and he is an extremely unreliable guy."

"Talent has nothing to do with character..." People sighed, "What about our Star Chosen Person?"

"Star Chosen Person..." Mo Yu muttered this familiar word, and a piece of knowledge from Moyiwu emerged in his mind.

The people chosen by the stars, that is, the people chosen by the planet, have special perception abilities and can hear the voice of the world consciousness.

As early as the ancient times when the world consciousness was still complete and integrated, not everyone could hear the call from the world consciousness. They must have a tenacious soul to be able to remain conscious and not go crazy after bearing the call of the planet and understanding the meaning of the planet.

These people can almost all become powerful extraordinary people, or even gods, so people respect them very much and regard them as prophets or priests.

But even if they are all "people chosen by the stars", their abilities may not be the same. Some people can easily communicate with the world consciousness back and forth, while some people find it very difficult to hear a sentence and will feel dizzy and have headaches for many days.

This has little to do with the world consciousness, the sender of the message, but only with the soul strength and receiving ability of the "people chosen by the stars".

"It's like the electromagnetic storm signal from the earth has a very strong magnetic field. Only certain devices can interpret the message inside. If you want to forcefully receive the message, other low-end devices will be damaged..." Mo Yu muttered to himself, transforming these profound magic concepts into a metaphor that is easier for modern people to understand.

Judging from the current memory of the Tuna tribe, the bloodline of the patriarch can hear the voice of the world consciousness, but some people have strong abilities and some have weak abilities.

The most capable ones should be the patriarch who was chosen as a priest, the Mother of Fertility who went to Nanzhou, and the patriarch's son Pula.

Mo Yu's eyes drifted to Zelak in the corner, and he suddenly realized that heterochromatic eyes may have an unknown and stronger ability to communicate with the world consciousness.

"The world consciousness is calling." The chief said exhaustedly, "Her voice is too chaotic, I can't hear it completely..."

"What did the world mother say?"

"She seemed to say [...stay,...home]." She shook her head, "I'm too tired, I can't hear the most important words clearly."

She sighed: "If Gaia is here, she can hear it more clearly, she always can.

I have sent out my contracted beast, the feathered serpent can fly to Nanzhou and bring back news from Gaia, but the heavy rain has slowed its speed, we just need to wait."

"You are seeking the far away instead of the near!"

"Yes, Pura can hear it! He is also a star-chosen person!"

The boy whose name was called trembled violently. He wanted to shake his head, but his eyes fell on Zerak.

Mo Yu saw Zerak nodded slightly to him.

Pula suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he said confidently: "I can hear it, I can! Mother, I just need to stay in a quiet cave for one night, just like you taught me before, meditate..."

The tired patriarch pinched his eyebrows: "You try it, anyway, it will take time for the feathered serpent to return.

At least, let us all have a good rest tonight."

She waved her hand and dispersed the crowd.

Pula used the excuse of needing to find a quiet cave to avoid those who tried to talk to him and took Zerak away.

Mo Yu's heart skipped a beat, feeling that this development was a bit bad.

He looked up at Iyalian and found that Iyalian's eyebrows were full of sadness and melancholy.

He took a deep breath, followed the footsteps of the two teenagers, and went into the cave belonging to Zerak.

The small cave was extremely damp, and compared to the last time I remembered it, there were many things missing...

Mo Yu looked around carefully and found that there were no traces of the old woman's life in the cave.

Did the old woman move away from here? Or did she die?