Mythological origins

Chaos does not count years.

Just as the people in the Seven-Colored World collectively marveled at the collective ascension and disappearance of the True Immortals above the Lords, their upper world, the Primordial World, was experiencing an extremely bizarre creation of the world in the twisted time and space.

In the clear and turbid air that was originally separated at an extremely slow speed, a strange giant life suddenly emerged from nothing.

It had a slightly human outline, but had an octopus-like head with many tentacles, and its body was like a large mass of scaly gelatinous material.

There was a pair of tattered wings behind it that seemed to have not grown into shape.

The lower body seemed to have only two legs, but the two thighs below the knees had all become a large number of tentacles, which felt a little like a mop.

All the tentacles on its head floated upwards and deeply penetrated into the upper layer of clear air.

The tentacles in the lower body were like tree roots, implanted in the constantly sinking turbid air.

As this strange life grew bigger and bigger, the sky and the earth began to separate faster.

Day after day, year after year.

After an unknown amount of time, this suddenly born nameless life, as if it had exhausted all its strength, suddenly collapsed.

Its eyes turned into the sun and the moon.

Most of the tentacles on its head flew around and turned into stars.

Dark green blood gushed out from the void, but when it fell on the ground transformed by the turbid air, it suddenly turned into clear water.

However, among the many tentacles on its head, the largest one did not turn into a star, but after a fission, it turned into three humanoid creatures.

Among the countless tentacles under its feet, twelve stood out and did not melt into the turbid ground with the other tentacles.

The twelve tentacles, like the Calabash Brothers, slowly transformed into twelve life forms.

Finally, between the void of the sky and the earth, at the core where the nameless life disappeared, a white light man walked out.

When he walked out, the body of the nameless life completely exploded, and countless fragments mixed with various residual chaotic energy scattered to the endless distance.

"My name is Bai."

The white light man called himself.

These more than ten new lives are still in a state of stiffness.

They have a huge amount of innate memories, but have never really come into contact with this world.

They have been thinking.

"From today on."

"Your name is Taiqing."

"Your name is Yuqing."

"Your name is Shangqing."

The white light man did not ask for consent or not, and just gave names to the three humanoid creatures in the sky.

"As for you."

"Dijiang."

"Jumang."

"Zhurong."

"..."

The twelve strange creatures transformed by the twelve tentacles on the ground also got their names in a daze.

After the naming was completed, the white light man disappeared, leaving only them still thinking.

The way these innate creatures treat their bodies is like getting a complex machine with thousands of pages of instructions. They dare not move or do anything.

He just kept browsing through countless innate information.

He also kept repeating his own name over and over again.

…

"I wonder how many of them can succeed in being a real innate creature this time?" The white light man came to a small hill and talked to himself while looking at the vibrant life below.

The hill was bare, and there were even some remnants of flesh and blood on the surface, which looked like a piece of bone after the explosion of the life of the Creator.

From time to time, some innate creatures wandered around aimlessly at the foot of the hill.

They walked and stopped, and occasionally they would fight to lick the remnants of flesh and blood on the ground, or the condensation of the innate chaotic energy, based on their instinct.     As innate life, they do have a lot of blood information, but the situation they show is not much different from that in the animal world.

In general, the virtual world's X addiction is comparable to that of the ancient gods, but the real world's X experience is a blank sheet of paper.

There is countless information in the blood, but it is all on paper.

When it comes to life, I am at a loss.

…

As for the white light man, it is Bai Mo.

Unlike other True Immortals who have fallen into the amnesia and reincarnation calamity, he has reincarnated with all his memories and became the original innate creature in this world.

But he still hasn't found the opportunity.

Unlike the seventh-level True Immortal who needs to awaken himself to pass the calamity.

As for the eighth-level True Immortal, he still has no idea how to pass the reincarnation calamity, so he can only create a world to slowly think about and experiment.

As for the other seven True Immortals, Bai Mo just treats them as friendly partners.

…

Spring goes and autumn comes, cold comes and hot comes.

Bai Mo sits on the top of this mountain thinking and observing.

This world is his testing ground.

The top of the mountain was originally bare, and I don't know when a seed fell.

The seed took root and sprouted in this place where there was no grass, and grew into a small tree.

The small tree bloomed and bore fruit.

It turned out to be an apple tree.

It was also a seed that Bai Mo pulled from the hands of the Green Witch King Fireworks.

After a round of innate baptism, the peach blossoms stopped blooming, and returned to their original state, growing back to apples like their ancestors.

A strong wind blew.

The ripe apple did not fall on Bai Mo's head, knocking out any sparks of wisdom for him.

Instead, it was doing an oblique throw, flying all the way down the mountain, hitting a dragon, a phoenix, and a unicorn at the foot of the mountain.

The design blueprint of the three beasts was the four sacred beasts that had worked for many years in the White Land.

When the apple fell on their heads, I don’t know if it was due to the story of the wheel of religion that apples are the fruit of sin, which made the three innate creatures have some wonderful ideas for the first time.

Their hermaphroditic bodies turned out to be so tempting!

Yes.

Temptation!

These innate creatures are all hermaphroditic.

It’s just that they have never thought about the concept of any tribe.

Everyone is born and raised, what is reproduction, can it be eaten?

But this innate fruit of sin seems to have opened their minds.

It opened the door to a new world.

So under this small mountain, they began to explore their hermaphroditic bodies in depth.

Among them, the exploration of the innate true dragon was the most explosive.

It began to try to stuff the dragon's tail into its mouth...

If it were an ordinary creature, this operation would at most choke its throat.

But it was an innate true dragon, the first innate true dragon that was hermaphroditic!

It swallowed the dragon's tail all the way, and when it reached a certain position, it seemed to have triggered some special signal.

It found that it had accidentally created a new life, a young new life that was very similar to itself!

Innate creatures have always been alone, and have never had a tribe.

But at this moment, the true dragon found that having a new "kind" seemed quite interesting.