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What exactly are gods?

This question may not even be easy for Pan, a god, to explain.

Yes, He is God.

He is very clear about his origin - he was created by his mother, the great Gauze Nicholas.

He is His heir.

Born to be a god.

He only knew that gods could be created, because He himself was the best proof of this conjecture.

However, He did not know how the gods were created.

He is not all-knowing and all-powerful.

In the eyes of his mother, even though he had spent a long time watching these two-legged apes called humans stand upright and then live in groups, he was still a child.

A big boy who gets angry with his mother out of dissatisfaction.

Or rather, the boy was trying to prove to his mother that he could be any creature he wanted to be.

Because what the stranger said was right.

As a god, you should do whatever you want and do whatever you want.

From this point of view, Pan Shen had to admit that he was indeed not a god.

Because He cannot reasonably restrain his own power and cannot have his own heirs.

On this road, He wandered for a long time, looking for countless races, including goblins, dwarfs, dragons, elves, even trolls, gorgon...

Human beings recorded His preferences, but with their short life spans, they could never imagine what choices He had made before recording them.

Yes, mother symbolizes the origin of all life.

And He, as His heir, as His child, should inherit His responsibilities.

He wanted to inherit the mother's power, and he wanted to become a symbol of "fertility."

And now, He finally has a child...

Every god, whether it is the main god or a subordinate god under his command, must bear some concepts.

Perhaps, in the eyes of his mother, he who does not carry concepts is not considered an adult at all, right?

Thinking of this, Pan Shen turned around again and glanced at the center of the whirlpool in the sky.

At least, in His memory, no creature has been able to successfully ascend to God.

Although he was doubtful, He promised Isabella to give this human being some help.

So, He opened his palms toward the sky.

The extraordinary aura on His body surged, covering Isabella's eyes silently.

I don't know if it was Isabella's illusion. In a daze, she seemed to hear an angry sword sound.

Before she could react, the fog covering her eyes slowly dissipated, and God Pan stood in front of her like a normal person, gently holding her hand and saying, "Let's go."

Isabella asked tentatively: "What did you do just now?"

"Don't you want me to help him? I just helped him get rid of a nasty... thing."

"oh."

The girl nodded honestly, leaned half against Pan Shen, smiled at him, and then quickly lowered her head.

"What's wrong?"

Pan Shen captured her loss and uneasiness hidden under her happiness in an instant.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little..." Isabella hesitated, "It seems like a voice is telling me to stay there. Ever since I was a child, as long as I don't listen to this voice, I will be in big trouble. …”

"Trouble?" God Pan touched Isabella's hair casually, "What kind of trouble can trouble me?"

His bold words only aroused the girl's coquettish eyes.

The two held hands and drifted away.

Behind them were iron-colored hanging clouds.

And on the roadside where Pan Shen passed by just now, an illusory sword shadow was quietly stuck in the grass.

Its sword body was shaking constantly, as if it could rise into the sky anytime and anywhere.

However, there is an inexplicable force suppressing it, causing it to only watch from the edge far away from the center of the storm.

…

"According to the basic deduction method of becoming a god, becoming a god requires concepts..."

At this moment, Tu Antivan's soul has been exhausted.

The cult aura was transforming his body, making it a more suitable... carrier.

Above the lead cloud, countless pairs of eyes cast their gazes.

No worries, no sorrow or joy.

They just sensed that there was a carrier that was about to take shape.

Just like when ordinary people see red ants suddenly appearing among the black ants under their feet, they will always take a second look unconsciously.

There were several auras that were about to move, and there was a vague silhouette of a mouse and the shape of a hand.

“The more gods there are, the more concepts they carry, and the more perfect the world becomes…

The gods abandoned this place, so the concepts of 'travel' and 'errands' disappeared, and you can't go back...

And if Tu Antivan wants to become a god, you will definitely need a brand new concept, a concept that has never been seen in this world...

There is magic in this world, and there are abilities granted by gods to believers...

And when one day, when a so-called scepter mage becomes a god, can he also grant his own abilities to his followers..."

Those are all memories, those are all words spoken by someone.

That was what Tu Antivan himself told Talling.

It was also what a stranger said to Tu Antivan himself.

“So, you see, is it a big network connecting all believers?

Perhaps one day, this network will allow believers to exchange spells with each other.

Perhaps one day, this network will allow mortals the opportunity to cast spells.

Perhaps one day, this network will allow extraordinary people to have the right to look at natural disasters, sacred artifacts, and even gods. "

That year, the young Tuantivan's eyes were shining and he was high-spirited.

The wanton and flamboyant boy back then has died, but the torch he took over from the stranger is still burning after hundreds of years.

Spread the fire!

Spread the fire!

Spread the fire!

So Taling took over the torch.

He is half the soul of the legendary Archmage and inherits the Archmage's thirst for knowledge.

At that time, the legendary archmage finally made up his mind to divide his soul after many twists and turns.

Completely separate your desire for knowledge and rationality from your desire for survival and sensibility.

He became Tarling, and Gad became the bartender of Weed Town.

In a sense, he is the same as Tuantivan.

After hundreds of years, even as a legendary archmage, he has also entered the last moment of his life.

The world is rejecting him, and he also realizes that knowledge is poisonous.

He would rather persevere with his own strength until the day when he needs to come into contact with the extraordinary aura.

Of course, this day has finally arrived.

He broke free from the restrictions attached to the spar and plunged into the ink-colored sea of ​​mist.

When a person has no worldly desires, he is just trying to learn knowledge and improve his understanding of the world.

Then, this desire alone will become the greatest desire.

Of course, it is impossible to achieve godhood with a platinum-level Tu Antivan.

But if the life of a platinum-level transcendent is used as a lead to completely ignite the soul of a once legendary powerhouse, then that may not be the case...

A strong man who can travel unscrupulously among many planes is much more powerful than a platinum-level transcendent.

The tower spirit controlled Tu Antiwan's body that had been alienated into a non-human shape, and informed everyone onlookers in the fluent Chinese common language of the mainland.

"People must be able to say no to God."

This is what Tuantivan has always wanted to say but had no time to say.