Chapter 138, Myth

The two came to the elevator door, looked at the iron door covered with plaque in front of them, and pressed the button on the side heavily.

The slight vibration that represents the start of the motor makes people feel that the elevator room is being dragged up from the ground, as if something is attached, so heavy and so difficult.

Click! The elevator is finally in place.

The iron gate opened on both sides, and then countless liquids of five colors began to pour out, rolling with waves, as if the Tianhe River burst its banks.

Even though Zhang Lingjun was mentally prepared, his face changed drastically when he saw this. He and Yang Mu quickly ran away, but they were still submerged by the wave.

Five-colored mucus poured in from the mouth, nose, eyes, and seven orifices, and penetrated into the body. The whole person gradually lost consciousness and became 'awake' at the same time.

Zhang Lingjun felt that his spirit was wrapped in countless real information that could not be fully captured and understood by human beings' sad cognition.

Under the action of the human body's self-protection mechanism, the mental body abstracts the essential and true information into a distorted picture.

Then Zhang Lingjun also saw the ‘miracles’ that Yang Mu had seen before.

But I don’t know why, or whether it’s been a long time. The “picture” Zhang Lingjun saw was different from what Yang Mu saw 20 years ago. It was clearer than what was told, and it was also different in details.

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There is no time, no matter, no concept of everything, but at the same time it seems to have everything in nothingness.

Suddenly there was a wave of life that was completely opposite to the nature of nothingness. It had never happened before. I don’t know how to describe it in words. It was indescribable.

This is where it all began.

As soon as the fluctuations of life appeared, they continued to grow stronger, and they continued to grow uncontrollably.

From the beginning, it was like floating dust and could not be noticed, and then it began to affect the nothingness, fight against the nothingness, and swallow the nothingness bit by bit.

It's like a cancer cell parasitic in the human body, growing in size and devouring everything in the host.

Until a certain moment, the nothingness was completely torn apart, and the life that had been nurturing, or the existence that life had been nurturing, was finally born.

One syllable seems to represent everything, the beginning, and the future. The syllable begins to echo in the past, present, and future in Zhang Lingjun's spirit.

"shang..."

Just like when it first appeared, just like the nothingness that gave birth to it, it has no form, no existence or non-existence, or no existence or everywhere.

That's the law, that's the etiquette, that's the Tao.

That's business...

The remains of the dead nothingness gradually changed, began to appear truly, and began to produce colors. It was an indescribable color. Five different colors were unevenly mixed together. From every angle and every corner, it looked extremely dirty.

Dirty gives people a real feeling of ugliness and viciousness. It is the color that cannot be looked at directly in the universe.

It began to take shape, flowing, without a fixed appearance, changing without any rules, sticky, unable to be pulled apart, and kept pulling, as if it contained all the evil pus.

Temperatures began to appear. Sometimes it was extremely hot, many times hotter than magma. It was the boiling sun. Sometimes it was extremely cold, without any warmth at all. It was the coldness of the universe.

It began to emit a smell, which was a stench formed by the fusion, accumulation, and fermentation of all the sins and evils in history.

Existence means inevitable changes. The five-color pus accumulated more and more, gradually starting a new round of changes. It began to slowly dissipate and turned into countless dust. Then the dust gradually glowed and heated, turning into the stars in the universe.

, from then on, nothingness and darkness were no longer eternal, and the whole world took shape and began to operate according to a certain law.

Under the influence of time, all things and all life in the world began to be born in the universe.

Shang…Shang…Shang…

Life thrives and begins to compete for survival, because cooperation creates civilization, so bright and cruel.

Eternal and at the same time indescribable rules run throughout.

Shang…Shang…Shang…

At the same time, in a very barren corner of the universe, human beings were born.

The fate of this planet begins to flow.

Civilization is born, develops, and grows. The fire cooks the oil, the flowers are in bloom, they flourish and decline, the flowers fail and people die, everything sinks into the shadow of history.

Then new seeds, new sprouts, and new civilizations absorb nutrients from the wreckage and begin to grow, develop, and grow. It is another round of reincarnation.

Follow the laws of the universe ups and downs.

Then, Zhang Lingjun's consciousness began to fall from the height above, and he fell into a twisted and abstract city made of five colors.

Ordinary people are like puppets, lowering their heads and living mechanically according to a certain system. In the sky that no one can look up and see, there are gods as tall as skyscrapers and terrifying.

walking.

Each god is different, some are dead, their bodies are broken and decayed, walking slowly according to the predetermined movements, some are full of vitality and look at everything.

The movements of each god are the same. From time to time, they stretch out their hands to capture a person, or a human-like monster, stuff them into their mouths, and feast on them, with five-colored mucus flowing from the corners of their mouths.

They devoured everything, gnawing at tall buildings and swallowing rivers. Their greed seeped into their bones, trying to accommodate the whole world.

Suddenly Zhang Lingjun found that he had become one of the many gods, as if he had transformed into a withered and ferocious dead god. He felt that his perspective began to become higher and higher, looking down at everything, his spirit became extremely cold, and he felt that all things were incomparable.

It's indifference, nothing worth remembering.

Then the whole person lost consciousness.

Then the two of them woke up from their drowsiness at the same time, sat up from the ground, and found that they were still at the elevator door.

Zhang Lingjun gasped and looked at Yang Mu, "Did you just see those pictures and information?

"It's the miracles you saw back then, the creation myth of our Five-Color God Religion."

Yang Mu nodded, "Yes, I saw it, did you see it too? This is what I saw before, and now it appears again."

Zhang Lingjun said: "Although the whole process is a little different from what you have seen before, full of distortions and discomforts, the basic information has not changed much. It cannot be verified without saying whether it is true or false.

"At least we can know that in the logic of the five-color miracle and in His speaking system, the cause and effect with 'Shang' is like this.

"Through this, we can understand the two parties. At the same time, many mysterious, ominous, and obscure things before can now have some explanations."
Chapter completed!