He remembered.
I remembered who I was and all my previous experiences.
He went to the bottom of the lake and found the egg.
The soul inside has come out, and the egg has completely changed its appearance.
The gray and inconspicuous stone has disappeared, replaced by a crystal-clear fragment that has been split into two halves.
And in these two halves of the transparent and crystal "eggshell", there are flickering lights of various colors, shining brightly.
That is the only trace left by those ancient gods and demons in this world.
Fuxi was not wrong, he was the only glimmer of hope.
Because he had never been born and had never been involved in any cause and effect, he was the only one who escaped from the destiny of the gods' fall.
And now, it's time for the backup plan to come into play.
All the choices were left to him.
Jiang Lin bent down and picked up the "eggshell" that was filled with light.
A little blood, a little spirit.
As long as he has a thought, he can slowly "revive" them.
The timing was also within the predictions of these gods.
Now is the end of the world.
The world is in danger, and humanity is in danger.
As long as they appear, take on the cause and effect of "saving the world", and gain such merit, all weaknesses will disappear, and the gods will be resurrected on this land.
His "companions" will be resurrected, and the planet will be saved from the zombie scourge.
Everything just happened so naturally.
Jiang Lin lowered his eyes.
He couldn't contact anyone at this moment, the system, Qingluo, or Zong Yu.
No one can give him advice, let alone make decisions for him.
He looked at the sky covered with gray haze and asked softly, "Is it really that simple?"
He lowered his head, looking at the "eggshell" in his hand that carried the vitality of countless gods, and asked: "Fuxi, Shaohao, you arranged that "system" to take me on a mission, what do you want to tell me?"
He closed his eyes and suddenly exerted force in his hands.
The light yet extremely heavy object turned into thousands of pieces in Jiang Lin's hands.
He spread out his hands and let them float away to the corner of the world.
At the same time, a hazy glow appeared on Jiang Lin's body, and countless green spots of light emanated from him, floating along with the fragments to an unknown place.
His face suddenly turned pale, and he lost strength and slid down, having to use his hands to support himself on the ground to avoid falling flat on his face.
The vast divine power in his body dissipated, protecting the fragments as they disappeared.
At this moment, he had no strength left in his body.
"The world no longer needs God," he whispered.
There was a sudden pain in the palm of my hand.
He raised his hand in a daze, turned over, and a small piece of debris pierced his palm, and the wound soon oozed bright red blood.
A soft green light flew out from the fragments, floated in the air, and turned into a familiar shadow.
"Qing Emperor..." Jiang Lin looked at him.
The handsome man smiled, looked around, and sighed: "Has the world become like this now?"
Look into the distance and then back to the present.
He looked at Jiang Lin with a smile: "I am very happy to meet you in this state."
At this moment, he was just a faint shadow floating in the air, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. But at this moment, all the plants and trees with vitality in this world bent down to welcome their gods.
Jiang Lin had no strength left, so he simply sat down on the ground, looking up at the other person: "You tried so hard to hint to me that the gods will eventually be annihilated, and the future belongs to the human race. Isn't this the result you want?"
The Qing Emperor smiled.
Jiang Lin asked: "Don't you regret it?"
"I can revive you. With your strength, even if it's one ten-millionth of yours, these so-called zombies can be destroyed in a snap. The merit of saving the world is enough for you to restore your strength and faith."
"And then what?" asked the Qing Emperor.
"And then repeat history once again, and eventually disappear from this world?"
The Green Emperor smiled and said, "We old guys who have lived for tens of millions of years, do we care about this little bit of time?"
He looked down at Jiang Lin: "Didn't you make the same choice? My companion? Or, before this moment, the only... God in the world?"
“We are the same.”
What is God
When the world was first created, they were a tree, a flower, a cloud, or even a gust of wind.
They are part of this world, and because they have developed intelligence, they have become separate individuals.
"We once pursued the same longevity as heaven and earth, and pursued immortality. Later, Fuxi and I discussed for tens of thousands of years, what is immortality?" The Green Emperor smiled gently, "I am the vitality between heaven and earth, and the spring that comes every year. I have this shell and am called the Green Emperor. What is the difference between not having this shell and becoming a wisp of spring breeze?"
His body gradually became transparent and was about to disappear.
"My friend, if someone is destined to inherit a little of my power and will in the future, I hope to choose someone I like when I can make my own choice."
Jiang Lin realized something and the wound on the palm of his hand began to feel hot.
"You choose to be an ordinary person, but I think this miserable world still needs someone to save it."
The figure of the Green Emperor could no longer be seen, leaving only the last words in the void:
"We will go ahead and enjoy our leisure time. Please, youngest one, take more responsibility."
The green light in the fragment entered Jiang Lin's body, and the exhausted strength began to slowly recover.
Jiang Lin took a deep breath and smiled: "I will definitely fulfill my mission."
On September 13th, the eighth year after the apocalypse, at the survivor base in the Chinese imperial capital, a woman suddenly developed a high fever and fell into a coma. That night, a huge and gorgeous fiery red phantom of a divine bird soared into the sky with a blazing fire, and the light broke through the long night.
This female survivor, who later changed her name to "Suzaku", possessed powerful fire control abilities after waking up.
In the early morning of the same day, in a small town in South China, countless people saw the giant green dragon hovering in the sky, and the dragon's roar shook the heaven and earth.
At the end of September, in the east, a white silhouette of a mythical beast stepping on light appeared. Mumu, a seven-year-old boy, possessed the special ability to purify the virus.
In October, countless green sprouts suddenly appeared in the desolate northwest desert base, and a seriously ill old medical expert opened his eyes with bright eyes.
…
In later planetary history, September 13th was called the "New Birthday".
From this day on, the first human being with magical powers appeared on earth.
They possess all kinds of incredible special powers described in myths and legends, and even when they are fighting, the figures of those legendary gods will appear behind them.
But they are not gods.
They will get hurt, grow old, and die, and after they die, their power will be inherited by the next "lucky" warrior, whom no one knows.
These powerful warriors led the ordinary human survivors to eliminate all the zombies.
The crisis is resolved and mankind enters a new era.
"Grandpa, so, are those myths passed down from ancient times all true?" The little girl with two pigtails asked with her head tilted.
Beside her, the white-haired old man said cheerfully, "It's true, right? In peacetime, no one can find these gods. But when humans are in the most dangerous time, they appear and save us."
"Then can I ask the gods to give me a big bag of candies when I wake up?" The little girl looked expectant. "The story says that the gods will fulfill our wishes."
The old man smiled and shook his head: "That's not the case. The gods are protecting this world. We humans still have to work hard on ourselves to get what we want."
He touched his granddaughter's head and said, "Little girl, it's time to go to bed!"