Shepherding Humanity

The return of Yimang inspired the hearts of the entire tribe.

Gradually, the older generations existed and they had their own living goals.

For them living in the chaotic and empty primitive universe, the most important thing is that they have something to do every day and pursuit in life.

The population of the tribe seems to have grown again, and people have become more confident and become gods!

This is their goal for confidence.

"Oh, I wanted to die. After all, life is too boring. I don't have any sculptures or cultivation every day. I don't know what to do... I look outside in the house every day, repeating the boring day by day! A repetition of hundreds of years, thousands of years..."

"Now, I want to be a god!"

"Yes, I really want to know what it's like to become a four-dimensional creature and walk in your own past and future!"

"That must be interesting."

"I still remember that when I was a child, I used to look for the turbulent time and space of dimensionality reduction to become one-dimensional or two-dimensional, and I thought that kind of world was so interesting."

"The world of four-dimensional creatures must also be interesting."

For them, this kind of thing is one of the few childhood pleasures in this world, just like going on a swing in the park together, but playing for a few years, more than a decade, they feel boring.

At this time, everything seemed to be restored again, but Yimang still maintained a serious sense of crisis.

He sits in the palace,

"Although there is a way again, but when they reach the eighth-order gods, they begin to feel boring, even more boring..."

He clearly knows what it's like to be a four-dimensional creature in control of his timeline.

It means that you can have more abundant time, one hundred years a day, one thousand years a day, ten thousand years a day...

At first, they felt boring and boring. In this era of humility and no Jiazi, time does not know how to suffer, and there is so much time before them...

"I'm afraid that in the next stage, there is no hope, it will repeat itself again, and it will start to self-mutilate."

"But, this time, I can enter the next growth stage before the next time they cultivate to this level..." He took a deep breath.

He also knows that if this continues, finding things to do for them will not solve the fundamental problem.

He remembered the idea that had suddenly appeared before:

[Why is the universe not regular?

If it is regular, it must be orderly and tidy.

The sand, soil and energy are clearly divided, the world is clear and orderly, and it must be very prosperous and colorful, and the long years will not feel boring.

Many things can be studied and many things are fun.

But that was too far away, and he still wanted to keep getting stronger and enter the next growth period.

"Perhaps, when the power I have, when it gets stronger, can I use my power to make the whole world interesting? Get it organized?"

He thought about it, breathing quickly.

That is a great thing!

Let the entire ethnic group live a happier life, and make the entire primordial barbaric world livable.

Inexplicably, he thought of the mysterious figure he had seen before. Behind him was the Big Bang and countless horrible phantoms, holding him in his palm.

"Who is that?"

He thought about it, sitting on a palace chair, and after a while in his hands, he unconsciously sculpted a clay statue.

Lifelike.

It is a human figure, hands and feet, long black hair shawl, eyes faintly shining with blue light, and his face is vague and cannot be looked directly at, but it carries an indescribable ancient sacred feeling.

"Unconsciously, it was carved out..." He was slightly startled, but he did not destroy it after thinking about it, feeling very mysterious, and took this statue out of the palace and placed it on the outside square.

"Patriarch, what is this?" asked the young clansmen in the distance. They also felt that this kind of human form was unprecedented, and the statue of this figure was even holding the ancestor of childhood in one hand.

Yimang thought for a while without concealing it, and meditated: "After I became a four-dimensional creature, I observed the source of life and saw God in my dreams."

After all, he looked calm and returned to the palace to continue his research.

On the contrary, a few young people sounded in a daze, and found it strange.

They talked a lot, thinking it was weird. The world is very simple and wild, with black and white everywhere, but there seems to be some mysterious figures. They want to solve the mystery, and more and more want to become four-dimensional creatures.

At the same time, they became very interested and began to learn the appearance of this sculpture and also carve their own works.

"I sculpt a short hair."

"There must be a juvenile period, I carve a juvenile period."

...

Suddenly, a trend has formed.

The innate gods and demons who live in the chaotic and cosmic universe with nothing to do, like sculpture art, pass the time, and everyone starts to sculpture.

The round prismatic, round, triangular, and even all kinds of strangely shaped sculptures in the entire universe have become a human-shaped statue standing up and down.

These human sculptures are like planets, permeating the universe, like a cosmic sculpture expo, indescribably magnificent.

After returning to the palace, Yimang is still thinking,

"Theoretically, I am already a four-dimensional life. In the next stage of growth, no matter how much time it takes, I can move my timeline to reach my own life, hundreds of millions, even tens of billions of years later! Follow this I don’t have to worry about my cultivation speed anymore."

"As a four-dimensional life, in theory, I can advance the timeline and quickly reach the strongest form in my life!"

But it is also obvious that the time he passes must also be experienced.

A hundred years a day or a thousand years a day, you have to experience this stage of time.

"Hold it up."

He began to accelerate his life and practice madly to accelerate his "growth period". As expected, his cultivation base was growing rapidly.

In Xu Zhi's eyes, he quickly reached the middle god, the high god.

This is not weird in his eyes, even normal.

Because a god who cultivates in a high-dimensional space-time can break through quickly in a few days, become a god in the high-dimensional space-time for three months, and then fall, this is not fake.

Xu Zhi's complexion was very calm, eating fruit, looking down, "In the primitive age, the high-dimensional space-time of gods really has no limits.

One day, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, without limit, can reach the end of one's life in an instant,

But the other party is beyond the rules of reality. I have to bear the pressure of the universe...At present, there is only one entering this flow rate. I feel that the pressure against the assimilation of the universe is great...

This is because he has entered a low multiple. If it enters 100 million years a day, and the gap with the law of the universe is too large, I can't bear this more terrifying assimilation at all!"

Fortunately, he will not be boring to 100 million years a day. He is a lunatic and would never do it.

"The gods of the ancient times, wandering in the past and future of their lives, are truly powerful four-dimensional creatures. This is the name of a god. I don’t know what happened. The gods of later generations were castrated to such a degree of emptiness. Known as the eighth-order gods." Xu Zhi shook his head.

However, under this crazy flow rate in this high-dimensional space and time, if Xu Zhi didn't make a mistake, enlightened people would soon appear, and even those who preached the Tao would appear.

The universe has experienced short-term savings in the early stages of the Big Bang. Soon, with the official debut of those ancient gods and demons, it will bring about the greatest transformation of Hongmeng Chukai!!