During the entire process of the Rashi's dedication and sacrifice, no one spoke.
Whether it's inside the holographic projection or Cai Gen and the others outside.
Everyone watched silently, watching the millstone swallow up one life after another.
Then he watched one soul after another fly towards the golden apple in Hai Dalun's hand.
The golden apple that Hai Dalun originally held in one hand is now clenched with both hands and raised above his head, with a sacred look on his face and solemn eyes.
Gaiqiu imitated the posture of the God of Ku, and looked towards the sky. There were countless threads extending there, as if that was the focus of everything.
The sacrifice and dedication before us is just a process.
A process leading to results.
Cai Gen suddenly thought of the big construction site in his dream.
It is the construction site of the God of Pain Project.
Countless gods and monsters turned into a construction site of bricks and tiles.
Could this millstone be a transmission device?
Are these gods in the Lashi world adding bricks and mortar to that construction site in the sky?
Finally, there were fewer and fewer people, and the millstone turned slower and slower.
On the originally seven-layered millstone, an eighth layer appeared, and symbols unique to the Rashi world were also engraved on it.
"Third uncle, have you seen it?"
Xiao Sun didn't know when he stood next to Cai Gen and looked at the millstone inside.
Cai Gen separated his thoughts from the association of the construction site and shook his head honestly. After all, Xiao Sun's eyesight was not as good as that of Xiao Sun.
"No, what did you see?"
"Third uncle, the millstone was spinning too fast just now, I'm not sure yet.
Now that the speed is slower, I can finally see clearly.
There are symbols engraved on each millstone, didn’t you see?”
Cai Gen's curiosity was instantly dispelled.
I had already walked to the millstone just now. As long as I wasn't blind, how could I not see it?
"I saw it, but I didn't recognize it.
do you know?"
Xiao Sun shook his head seriously.
"I don't recognize it either. I don't know what the characters are."
Is not this nonsensical?
There was no nutrition at all, and Cai Gen didn’t want to talk to Xiao Sun anymore.
"However, I recognize the numbers among them.
If we follow the chronology on the snowman, I think it should be the year of the Ku Calendar."
Um?
This is interesting.
Cai Gen's eyes lit up immediately.
I actually took out a small notebook and prepared to record it.
"Third uncle, the first millstone has four zeros. I think it should be the first year of Kuli."
Cai Gen quickly wrote down this in his notebook. This was very important.
After all, you can only know when it started
As for what he can know, Cai Gen doesn't know, but it should be important anyway.
"The second layer of millstones is the year 1034 of the Hard Calendar.
The third layer of millstones is the year 2256 of the bitter calendar.
The fourth level of the millstone is the 3476th year of the hard calendar.
The fifth level of the millstone is the year 4821 of the hard calendar.
The sixth level of the millstone is the year 5789 in the hard calendar.
The seventh level of the millstone is the 6845th year of the hard calendar.
The eighth floor that just appeared has the year 7983 written on it.
Yes, that's what it says.
Third uncle, have you written everything down?"
Cai Gen remembered it quickly. After all, they were all numbers and not complicated.
But what do these numbers mean?
"Master, I remember that when we were in a trench, we saw the number written on the snowman, which must be the year 7041.
Combined with the bitter calendar year 7983 that now appears on the eighth-level millstone.
I have a bold guess.
Starting from the year 7041 of the Ku Calendar, the world of Rashi began to participate in the project of the God of Ku.
The bitter calendar year 7983 ended, and it finally integrated into the Chinese world and became a part of the Chinese world.
It took a little over a thousand years for the god of suffering to complete the project of the Rashi world.
Damn it, if you say so.
So, there are eight floors in total, and each floor is nearly a thousand years apart, wouldn’t it?”
When Xiao Tmall analyzed this, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak any more.
God of Ku's project is really shocking.
That's a world.
It is not a small independent space like Golden Apple.
How big is a world?
From the perspective of the Rashi world, it is quite complete and beyond imagination.
Not only Xiao Tmall couldn't talk anymore, Cai Gen felt that he also needed to take a moment to analyze this problem, because he lacked imagination.
The dedication and sacrifice in the holographic projection are coming to an end, and the remaining Rashi gods can be counted on one hand.
Cai Gen finally saw Puo, and he didn't know whether he was timid or scared, or for other reasons, so he didn't throw himself into the millstone. Instead, he pulled a female warrior behind the God of Bitterness.
After Zeus saw Pullo's actions, he did not throw himself into the millstone, but followed Pullo, as if he was very curious.
"Cai Gen, I'm not timid, nor am I lack of courage.
The reason why I am not with my tribe is because the God of Bitterness has other arrangements for me."
Puro, who was originally lying in the car, also got out of the car at this time. He read the contents of the holographic projection with red eyes and fell into deep memories.
It was only when it was his turn to appear that he opened his mouth to explain to Cai Gen.
"Old Pu, of course you have other arrangements, otherwise how could you come here with me.
I've already seen your character thoroughly, so you don't need to explain your courage to me.
What does he do when there is something that doesn’t exist in the first place?”
Cai Gen didn't even look at Pu Luo and directly said what was in his heart.
Pu Puo didn't care that Cai Gen had touched his heart. He had already come this far and allowed Cai Gen to see everything in front of him. There was nothing to hide.
"God of Bitterness, because of my divine characteristics, I chose to keep the seeds of the Rashi God Clan.
In the future, after the world of Laxi merges into the world of China, it will take root again and ensure that the roots of the Laxi Protoss will not be cut off.
I chose Athena as the seed and brought it to the God of Pain.
After all, Athena, as the leader of the three generations of gods, is the most suitable.
However, the God of Bitterness took Athena away and did not know where she went.
I've been looking for it for so many years and still haven't found it.
Therefore, the Rashi Protoss has never taken root in the New World."
What is this?
The mercy of the God of suffering?
After filling in all the gods from all over the world into the project, are you still kind enough to leave a single seed?
Cai Gen felt that this kind of behavior was not in line with the persona of the god of suffering.
How could such a ruthless person be so soft-hearted?
"The God of Bitterness has given you a task, to rebuild the Rashi Protoss, so why does Zeus follow you there?
Does he also have other tasks?"
Puro looked at Zeus in the projection with disdain and took a sip.
"Forget it, that old bastard insists on changing with Athena.
He didn't want to die, he wanted to replace Athena and stay as the seed of the Rashi world.
Didn't you see him crying and fussing?
I feel that as the god-king of the Rashi world, I should take on more responsibilities.
It’s not like we haven’t lived enough.”
It's understandable.
Cai Gen felt that Zeus's request was not too much and it was human nature.
"What happened next?"
Without Puro speaking, the holographic projection has reached its final scene.
The god of pain flew into the air with Athena, and Zeus wanted to follow him, but he was kicked into the millstone by the god of pain. From the beginning to the end, the god of pain did not turn around.
Puro watched the God of Bitterness fly away and left silently, waiting for the opportunity to rebuild the Rashi clan.
Even the millstone disappeared, leaving only Gaiqiu and Haidalun in the huge venue.
By the way, there is also a circle of snowmen who will appear at some unknown time.
