Chapter 831 The decadent past

Author: Binary Sword Fairy

[Desolation Moon] comes once every eighteen months, and each time lasts for 133 days. During these 133 days, the entire sea area has almost lost its vitality. There is no algae growing on the bottom of the sea, and all marine life uses their own methods.

The instinct is to hide and only go out to look for food when hungry.

Whenever the [Desolate Moon] comes and the raging black storm on the seafloor greatly reduces food sources, wars between ethnic groups will begin. The dark seafloor will become more viscous with blood, and cannibalism will occur.

The curse will also follow it like a shadow, spreading wantonly among ethnic groups through the ubiquitous sea water - plague. In [Desolate Moon], the plague caused by the curse is one of the most terrifying things.

After the last [Desolate Moon] ended, the black storm and war almost destroyed his consciousness, and the curse almost caused the demise of his tribe.

As he lingered until the end of the [Desolate Moon] and the black storm on the seabed disappeared, he sensed his destiny - he must lead his tribe to escape the war, and he must move his tribe to a more distant and safer sea area.

He didn't know whether a more distant and safer sea existed, he only knew that he had sensed the call of fate.

Fate told him that he must make a choice - to migrate or to die.

So He called to the remaining ethnic groups and groped for the distance in the dark deep sea with the help of the little bit of moonlight that he finally prayed for from the sea after the [Desolation Moon] passed.

He and his tribe - and his followers - encountered unimaginable difficulties during their migration. They were once hunted to almost extinction by ferocious mutated undersea creatures, and their blood source was contaminated, causing the entire tribe to undergo a massacre.

Irreversible degeneration, they have thus acquired a life form that is more cruel and savage than other wandering souls in the deep sea era.

What is even more desperate is that the way to solve these problems is not to make the ethnic group stronger, because it is impossible for the ethnic group to be strong enough to fully adapt to the deep sea environment in a short period of time.

He could think of only one way to solve these fatal problems:

Reproduce.

Only by desperately reproducing will there be more survivors when disaster strikes, and the tribe will have a greater chance of continuing.

Only by using sufficient power to reproduce can more powerful individuals emerge within the group. Countless possible permutations and combinations of genetic material will always lead to the birth of some incredibly powerful beings within the group, some of which can even reach the level of the legendary sunlight.

The intensity of the times.

He had seen such individuals in other ethnic groups, but there was no such wandering soul in his ethnic group.

The crisis that may appear at any time has led to the inevitability of reproduction, and reproduction has led to the shortage of food and labor and guard forces. These two situations have forced the strong ones in the group to gather together and go out to forage, and those who go out to forage are almost

It's impossible for everyone to come back alive.

The ethnic group needs the protection of the strong, and the ethnic group needs the emergence of more strong people. Therefore, after losing the strong, the reproduction of the ethnic group must continue as soon as possible.

Reproduction causes the population to expand. The expanded population needs more food, and the powerful members of the population must go out to forage.

So a new round of foraging at the cost of life began...

This cycle repeats over and over again without changing for several generations.

He clearly understood all this, and thus learned his destiny——

It is his destiny to help the race reproduce.

There is no mercy at the bottom of the sea. In the sticky dark sea, everything is deteriorating. He doesn't know how long the race can survive. He only knows that if he doesn't continue to reproduce, the race will definitely not be able to survive the world's fate of prosperity.

That day has come.

He realized that the only thing he could do was to help the ethnic group reproduce, and even join in the process of reproduction——

The descendants born through His gifts are stronger and wiser than ordinary ethnic groups. These strong descendants have a greater chance of bringing back more food, maintaining the survival of the ethnic group, and may even improve the genetic material of the ethnic group through screening.

Active intervention allows the tribe to give birth to stronger individuals.

During this migration, when He was at his most desperate, there were only five people left in the entire group.

He almost exhausted himself to allow the race to continue.

Fortunately, everything was worth it. Eight months after the black storm on the seabed of [Desolate Moon] receded, He and his new tribe found a remote low-lying sea valley. There was an undersea coral reef where barnacles could be planted. There were no

It reeks of filthy pollution and has no large marine life roaming around.

This is the best habitat he has ever seen. It is isolated from the world and cannot interact with any other underwater groups due to geographical reasons.

He thought that as long as he stayed here, even if the end of the world came, which could overturn the seabed, as long as the unique geographical environment here was sealed, his tribe would most likely be able to successfully survive and enter the next era.

He led his tribe to settle here and worked hard to propagate the tribe.

After the coming of the next [Desolate Moon], he and his group relied on the unique geographical environment of their habitat to successfully resist the black storm on the sea floor, and relied on his powerful material distribution and supply system to enable almost all the wandering souls in the group to survive.

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His correct survival strategy won him more firm beliefs. Although there were not many ethnic groups in the group, so the amount of these beliefs was not large, but the strength was very high. He was able to use these beliefs to replenish his own body caused by reproduction.

of weakness.

In the third month after [Desolate Moon], the tribe ushered in the first wave of baby boom. He had more than ten children with profound gifts. These children - also the most devout believers, are more powerful than the previous generation.

, their genetic material has been further purified, and their physical qualities are therefore better than their ancestors in all aspects.

They grew up rapidly under His care, and in the eighth month after the [Desolation Moon], they were able to hunt manatees on their own.

In the seventeenth month after [Desolation Moon], the tribe ushered in the second wave of baby boom, and more than ten children with profound gifts were born. These children, like their brothers and sisters, have stronger bodies.

The difference is that they are less brutal and more wise——

He selected and woven their genetic material so that they would be wiser and better able to transform their habitat, instead of just specializing in hunting like the previous ethnic groups.

He managed the entire group according to what fate told him, and thus successfully and safely survived the second [Desolate Moon] after arriving in the habitat.

The population is expanding, and is far from reaching the habitat's capacity limit. He is optimistic about the future.

In the following more than a hundred [Desolate Moon] years, his tribe grew stronger and stronger, and the little guys in the past had grown into strong men who could collectively hunt mutant deep sea monsters.

The degradation characteristics also completely disappear.

The tribe is rapidly growing stronger, and its habitat has been transformed. They have even opened up a seabed farm that can cultivate edible brown algae. With the blood food hunted by the strong men, everyone can fill their stomachs every day.

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But everything doesn't just get better and better.

He felt that [Desolate Moon] was strengthening.

In the latest [Desolate Moon], the black storm that pervaded the sea floor destroyed the keel of an undersea continent, causing the entire continent to sink into the deep sea.

He looked at the disappearance of the undersea continent from afar, and vaguely remembered several fertile pastures on that continent, as well as several ethnic groups that were still powerful enough for him to look up to.

He had felt tremendous pressure because of them, but now, all that was gone.

He felt a huge sense of crisis, and tried to use his own way to give his race the possibility of surviving in the gradually strengthening [Desolate Moon]——

Reproduction, and selection.

This is what He has always done.

After each reproduction, He will screen out better individuals who are more suitable for the gifts from Netherworld, and combine the offspring of these special individuals with each other. In this way, the next generation will be more adaptable to the gifts from Netherworld.

The profound gift itself is the culture medium for His growth, derived from the faith provided by the first wandering soul believer - in the despair of being lost in the deep sea, the wandering soul no longer believes in hope and light, and instead worships darkness and the unknown itself.

The product of the fusion of darkness and unknown is profound.

He was born from the dark unknown, and has carried a profound destiny since his birth - He gained the ability to see things from a long distance in the dark seabed due to his believers' worship of darkness, and gained the ability to explore due to his believers' worship of the unknown.

The unknown mission - this is also the origin of the motivation for all His actions since his birth.

Gods are born out of worship, and this is the destiny of gods.

And now, under the ever-increasing sense of oppression brought by [Desolate Moon], He must find a way out for his believers—for His ethnic group.

While He continues to reproduce and select, he sends out those ethnic groups who are more suitable for the gift of the deep, as explorers, to leave the trench of their habitat and go to more distant places to explore possible places that are more suitable for residence.

Or they may look for gods that are more powerful enough to provide them with protection and avoid being invaded by [Desolate Moon].

The explorers brought back all kinds of news in the next dozens of [Desolate Moon] cycles, from which He knew——

In the dark seabed, there are wandering souls that are even more degraded and even lower than beasts. The collapsed seafloor continent sank to an unknown depth, and an abyss seemed to be formed there. There were strange creatures lingering on the side, and that creature and all the life on the seafloor

Completely different, seems to come from the abyss;

There are already wandering souls forming city-states in distant places. Those wandering souls collect fragments of the past world and develop something called "civilization", which continues to grow in twists and turns;

More small groups are struggling to survive in the dark seabed just like He and his believers did in the past. In order to survive, life has undergone distortions and distortions that other gods cannot imagine, and the almost ubiquitous pollution on the seabed has exacerbated these distortions and distortions.

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Everything is getting worse, and the wandering souls struggling to survive seem to be heading towards their doom step by step.

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He understood that under the increasingly strong [Desolate Moon], what could enable the tribe to survive in the end was not the things that the believers had explored.

Until one day, a believer came back from a distant sea and brought back a [Cocoon] that exuded cold air.

The believer told him that this cocoon came from an extinct ethnic group. The place where that ethnic group was located was full of strange [eye]-shaped totems. They seemed to worship some kind of special god, and the symbol of that god was the [eye].

The demise of that ethnic group was not due to the harsh environment of [Desolate Moon] or the black storm under the sea, but because of a sacrifice——

A sacrifice in which the entire ethnic group was sacrificed resulted in this [Cocoon] from an unknown place.

He had heard about sacrifices or more cruel methods at the cost of the lives of the tribe. He could understand them. Under the sea, all seemingly unbelievable things could happen.

When he saw this [Cocoon], he sensed some kind of fateful call. This call became clearer in the following several increasingly powerful [Desolate Moons].
To be continued...