Sun Weiming's unintentional teasing made him feel happy for a long time. He laughed and said: "Now you know that I like to listen to good things. I can't change this old habit. Alas, that's why I'm stuck here."
What was going on? Sun Weiming was really puzzled, and he added: "You have to know that the 'Three Days' are restricted by the rules of the earth and gods, and you cannot blatantly help those who are in danger."
"I've heard of this." Sun Weiming said.
"'Three Days' will help secretly, and nothing will happen. But if there is a traitor in the spirit world and reports it to the God Realm, then 'Three Days' will be over." The other party said.
"No way, who has the ability to go straight to the God Realm? Besides, I heard that the God Realm itself cannot be protected now." Sun Weiming said.
"Boy, the divine world is not what you imagine. It is a mysterious force that enforces the rules of the local gods. If that force knows that the local gods have committed major violations, things will be difficult to handle." The other party said.
"Senior, why do you know so well?" Sun Weiming said.
"Because, I am also a Turin primitive." The other party said.
Sun Weiming asked curiously: "What exactly are the Turin primitives?"
"When Turin was founded, the race of people who first moved into Turin were called Turin primitives." The other party said.
Sun Weiming exclaimed: "Then your age is more than hundreds of millions of years?"
"Now you know, let me think about it, we started our first life after moving to Turin, and now it is... what life is it?" the other party said.
"Apocalyptic calendar." Sun Weiming said.
"The apocalyptic calendar, yes, it is the apocalyptic calendar. It was 600 million years ago that I started creating living things, and the Turin race was created 335.26 million years ago. One life span is ten thousand years.
Calculate how many years there are in total." The other party said.
Sun Weiming almost fainted when he heard that he was at least 600 million years old. I exclaimed: "This is so old..."
The word "old" is really hard to describe.
"You just know now." His catchphrase is really special.
Sun Weiming said to himself: "So, the phantom ghost and the old goblin are the same, but if they live for so long, their skills should be very impressive. Why can't the phantom ghost defeat the black curtain?"
"The curtain is falling, who is it?" the other party asked.
"Oh, a demon envoy." Sun Weiming said.
"Well, the abilities of all primitive people are restricted. Seriously, we are 'gods who cannot become gods.'" When he spoke, he seemed to have a lot of saliva in his mouth, and he made a croaking sound like a frog.
It's really blurry and hard to tell.
"What do you mean?" Sun Weiming asked.
"Have you ever heard of the Conferred God Platform?" the man said.
"I've heard of it," Sun Weiming said.
"After entering the Conferred God Platform, you have to accept the God Competition. There are three opportunities in total. If you take the exam three times and fail, you will become a 'god who cannot become a god'. At this time, you will be distributed to the unmanned
Go up to the big galaxy and open up new territories, these are the primitive people." The other party said.
Sun Weiming asked curiously: "How to open up new territories?"
The strange toad explained: "Use creation magic to synthesize organic compounds. First create the simplest proteins and amino acids, then create bacteria, and then add 'a little spirit'."
"A bit of spirit? Never heard of it." Sun Weiming said.
"Everything has a spirit, including tiny organisms like bacteria. But the spirit of bacteria has no consciousness. This spirit is just a kind of energy. We call it a little spirit. After we got bacteria, we started to create the simplest living things, insects.
Plants have 'mustard spirits' implanted in them, and plants have 'planting spirits'. Then the orcs appear, and they have 'beast spirits'. Up to this point it is easy, because they are all energy without souls, and wisdom with souls needs to be created.
Race is not easy." The man said.
It turns out that these primitive people are the creators, and their skills must be high enough to promote the magic of creation.
Sun Weiming asked again: "So, the phantom ghosts are the original people of the Phantom Island."
"You know now, but the Magic Island is too small, and the gods will not send people to manage it, so the Phantom Demon became the master of the Magic Island. His luck is really good, unlike us, especially
The old goblin and I are the most unlucky." The man said.
"How to say?" Sun Weiming asked.
"He is trapped in the goblin coronation room. As you know, his spirit, shadow, and form are all restricted in the coronation room. Without the coronation room, he cannot survive." The man said.
"Why?" Sun Weiming asked.
"When you have a chance in the future, you can ask him yourself." The man said.
Sun Weiming began to ask questions like a barrage of questions: "Then who are you? Why are you here? What is your mission? Why don't primitive people go back to the God Realm?"
"Who am I, ha..." After a long time, he sighed softly and said: "Me, others call me 'Old Man Qiqi', I am originally the 'Fayu Star' of the distant 'Shenyue Nebula'
Qi cultivators, who could not become gods after entering the God Conferring Stage, came to the Turin system. After creating the human race, hundreds of millions of years passed in a flash, alas..."
He muttered something about the history of his cultivation, but his words were unclear. Sun Weiming had to interrupt him again and said: "Master, you haven't told me yet, why are you here."
"Oh, I'm here, let me think about it..." Old Man Qiqi said.
Is he confused? His eyelids are closed, and the whole world seems to have come to a standstill. Only the rosary is still moving.
Sun Weiming couldn't help it anymore and said: "Senior..."
"You are so impatient. If you let me think about it for a little longer, I will die." Old Man Qiqi said.
"No, your hundreds of millions of years of practice, time is nothing to you. If you just think about it, it will take thousands of years, it will be nothing." Sun Weiming said.
Old Man Qiqi chuckled and said, "You are right, time is meaningless to me."
He continued to talk nonsense and Sun Weiming interrupted: "Senior..."
"Oh, what?" Old Qiqi asked.
Sun Weiming said angrily: "You forgot to tell me why you came here."
"Yes, alas, I helped someone I shouldn't have helped, and my situation is not much different from that of the old goblin." Old Man Qiqi said.
Sun Weiming exclaimed: "Could it be the God of Desire!"
"You know, I will be your future enemy, and I will be soft-hearted at that time." Old Man Qiqi said.
Sun Weiming understood that this old toad had a childish temper and was very good at talking. He not only deceived the Holy King Hou Jing, but also fooled this primitive man named Old Man Qiqi.
Old Man Qiqi continued: "I taught him many of the exercises he practiced. Did you not expect that?"
"It's true that a famous teacher makes a good disciple." Sun Weiming said sarcastically.
"Now you know that his skills have improved so fast that it is beyond imagination. Even I am no match for him." Old Man Qiqi said.
Sun Weiming asked curiously: "By the way, why doesn't the Desire God open the divine door?"