Fuso Islands.
In a huge cave, gray-white polymers like human brains are taking shape.
The God of Plague is playing with those gray-white lives, which are aggregated into this human brain.
Each human brain has a circumference of hundreds of meters, with numerous grooves and thousands of twists and turns. No other living thing can have such a big brain.
Between these brains, gray-white threads are connecting to each other.
On the silk thread, glimmers of light flashed from time to time, looking mysterious and weird, even a bit science fiction.
If outsiders saw this scene, they would be shocked and dumbfounded.
"As long as ninety-nine and eighty-one biological brains are gathered together, this biological computer will be finally formed and can begin to deduce the way of heaven in this world." The God of Plague admired his work.
"Why does it have to be eighty-one? Does your biological computer that uses human technology also have to be in line with Tao's ultimate innumerability?" Luna looked up at this scene and asked curiously.
"It's nothing, it's just a habit from the past. In fact, 80 is fine, 82 is no problem..." God of Plague said casually.
"..." Moon God said he had nothing to say.
"Oh, there is one thing that may be useful to you and me. The inheritance of the God of Cookery has begun." Moon God waited for a while and then suddenly mentioned it.
"Oh, he is just a little god, and his inheritance is not valuable, but some food and drink matters are extremely boring. If it were the inheritance secret realm left by the previous mysterious beings, I would still be interested, but it's a pity that I didn't catch up with the time." The God of Plague Hun didn't care and continued to admire his work.
"I have heard a secret. The God of Cookery did not really die. Instead, he hid his soul in the artifact of enlightenment and came to this world along with the secret realm of inheritance." Moon God suddenly said.
"After all, he is a disciple of a saint, and his knowledge of information is not comparable to that of the low gods like us." God of Plague's eyes lit up when he heard this, "If there can be a god's soul to serve as the core of this biological computer, the computing power will increase more than ten times. There are still many magical places.”
"This is exactly why I told this secret." Moon God said calmly.
"Haha, I really want to thank you. If the soul of the God of Cookery is integrated into this biological computer, my chances of resetting in the future will be much greater." The God of Plague said happily.
"Now the mysterious realm of food is being opened, but it can only last for one month. In order to preside over the inheritance, I believe that the soul of the god of food will not leave the secret realm. This is the only chance." Moon God said lightly.
"Then I'll go immediately, and ask the Moon God to help me take care of this place." The God of Plague didn't ask how to enter the mysterious realm of food, obviously he knew it.
After all, they are all gods. Mortals still need heavenly broadcasts for some things, but they don't.
The god of plague disappeared from the crypt.
After a while, Luna looked up at the squirming brains, and suddenly stretched out her hand. A white light flashed over one of the brains, and then disappeared.
This biological computer was so powerfully boasted by the God of Plague, how could he not be tempted
There is no such thing as "friends" among gods...
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Giant Rat Underground King City.
The whole city is under martial law, and all personnel in non-key positions have been ordered to take a month off and go to the clan temple in the neighborhood where they live to offer incense and worship regularly every day.
Clan temples are often located in the middle of neighborhoods and occupy a large area, almost as big as an ordinary park.
Inside are enshrined the statues of the ancestors, the current king, and the giant rat demon spirits that have died since the lower world. Then there are the heaven and the earth. Apart from this, there are no other gods.
Only in this aspect, you can see that they are very similar to China on the ground.
Everyone is very practical, and they will worship whoever is kind to them, but they don't worship many illusory gods.
A group of people returned from offering incense in the clan temple and sat on a bench in the temple square chatting.
They were all well-dressed, spoke elegantly, wore suits and leather shoes, and sprayed some perfume. There was no trace of demons at all, and they looked exactly like the urban petty bourgeoisie.
Only cultivators can understand through the evil spirit in them that they are not human.
It's just that they are different from those demons with low self-esteem in mythology. They are all full of energy and confidence.
"I hope that one day in the future we can also enter this temple to worship." A young man wearing silver-rimmed glasses said enviously.
"Work hard, and one day you will have such a day." The person next to you encouraged me.
"Hey, I've been reading the news online recently. All the humans are in panic. Not many people are willing to work, and quite a lot of them are drunk and dreaming. Due to their influence, I haven't had much motivation lately." The spectacled rat demon shook his head.
"There are people who live and die in dreams, but it is not the mainstream. Are there still many people preparing for future migration? Food, vegetables, oxygen and energy must be stored. There are more things to do. I heard that there is no unemployment rate among humans. 'This concept. Anyone who is active must be mobilized to work, and their rest days are gone. They seem to be more tired than us. Those legendary benefits have also been greatly reduced, and those who have the ability to work but do not work, They will all be forced to reform."
"Yes, since the new king came to power, we finally have the concept of rest. The past few months have been much more relaxed, and the work results have been much better. The ancestors will probably be very pleased to see this situation. "The glasses rat demon nodded.
While they were talking, they had no idea that two people were walking past them.
An old man and a young man passed by invisible.
"Master, are you pleased?" Nie Yuan asked with ulterior motives.
"..." The ancestor of the Bai family did not speak, but there was a cold light in his eyes.
Sure enough, no matter how powerful he is, the old king will definitely not be happy if he is compared with the new king.
This has nothing to do with cultivation, it's all instinct.
Nie Yuan thought to himself that it seemed that Bai Shixin's good days would not last long.
How could the ancestors allow the hard-earned foundation to be taken advantage of by outsiders
Just looking at the statues enshrined in the temple, you can tell that if the other party doesn't put his statue up, the ancestor can still tolerate it.
Now you dare to share the incense with your ancestors, that is the way to die.
However, if he doesn't let go, it won't work.
If Bai Shixin did not place his statue, he would not be able to get much at the beginning of this ethnic group, when incense and luck were most precious, and he would never have the chance to catch up with his ancestors in the future.
This is different from the feudal dynasty period on earth. The emperor did not enter the temple when he was alive, but only entered the temple after his death.
That's because it doesn't matter whether they receive incense or not, and how long they receive it. Anyway, it will turn into ashes after death, and it will be useless. No matter how much incense is burned, they will not enjoy it.
If gods could manifest themselves in the past, those emperors would have to let the common people build their own shrines.
The contradiction between the two sides is irreconcilable.
Both sides have a common position on strengthening the giant rat clan and will not undermine each other.
But when it comes to sharing the incense of the ethnic group, it is tit-for-tat. If you have more, I will have less.