Chapter 461 God is the Bearer
Yi Chun watched the female mage leave.
In his palm, a small figure was curled up.
That was the piece of consciousness she had left behind.
In fact, sometimes Yi Chun doesn’t quite understand either.
Is the life that is revived by a consciousness still the same individual?
When the boundary between life and death can be easily crossed.
The experience, common sense and ethics accumulated during the mortal period have become a little hazy.
It seems that God is not really omniscient and omnipotent...
At least, that’s not the case with me, the “God”.
Yi Chun thought so.
Then, he carefully preserved the consciousness in his hand.
Yi Chun placed it in a layer of dreams close to the core of the dream world.
Because the innermost dream world is the place for him to practice and rest.
It has been subjected to unimaginable subversions for many years.
Moreover, his body stayed there for too long, causing that layer of the dream world to be filled with an aura that could not be dispelled even if it was restarted.
For life that was not created by him, it would not be much safer than strong radiation.
And at this moment, a ray of light flashed in Yi Chun's divine consciousness.
He was trying to figure out how to build his "plane", which obviously shouldn't be a pale, dead world constructed purely of matter.
It should be vibrant and thriving.
So, perhaps some stories and some souls should not be recorded simply in his book of natural magic.
But that’s a story for later.
What Yi Chun needs to do now is to use himself as a template to create the prototype of the "plane" without overturning it.
What we need to do now is to make ourselves bigger...
With Yi Chun's current skills in mediating nature, he can naturally directly transform a certain area of his body into a larger substance.
It is always relatively simple to grow from small to big.
However, it is not so easy to change from big to small while maintaining the existing material form.
Especially direct changes at the material level, which often lead to abnormal activities of certain particles.
In some cases, it is more "artistic" than the "Fingertip Justice" currently developed by Yi Chun.
However, Yi Chun has not yet been able to comprehend the changes at this level.
Therefore, when the original form is already large enough.
It will be relatively easier to perform this series of operations again.
Yi Chun is not prepared to become the consciousness of Heaven that incarnates into a plane in daily life.
To a human-oriented value system, that is not much different from death.
The only difference may be that the former can occasionally fake a dead body.
Let those evolved intelligent life forms be terrified and think that the end is coming...
At this moment, Yi Chun's mind moved, and he saw a small figure hiding stealthily under a bush not far away...
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Caesar Sewell gazed devoutly at the old figure on the hill not far away.
That is the Elder, the great being that created them.
In Arnold, the orcs' civilization is actually quite fragmented.
On the one hand, they gained enlightenment of civilization from the memories given by their elders.
On the other hand, their not-so-high racial intelligence makes them develop quite slowly in this regard.
Those who burned their ancestors have barely pushed the orcs' civilization to its current level.
The social structure of humans is not necessarily suitable for orcs.
This is a concept proposed by a long-dead orc ancestor.
Caesar Sewell somewhat agrees with this.
It is not a pure-blooded orc.
In Arnold's material world, outsiders occasionally come.
They call themselves followers of the elders.
The tribesmen were also quite familiar with them.
For after nightfall the dreams draw them away.
There, they followed the orders of their elders and beat them.
Sometimes, Caesar Sewell also didn't quite understand.
Why did my mother fall in love with a human being?
Although, that love was extremely short-lived.
After his biological father accidentally broke his bones again by his mother, he left in shame.
The orcs didn't care.
The love that humans
Only by reproducing and growing can the tribe become stronger.
But why do humans mix those messy things into such a pure cause?
The orcs were puzzled...
Now, Caesar Suwell doesn't understand either.
After all, according to human age, it is not even an adult.
Influenced by his father's bloodline, Caesar Suwell is much thinner than other orcs of the same age.
But the decline in physical strength is rewarded in intelligence.
At least, Caesar Suwell could understand the simple mathematics passed down to the orcs by the elders...
Although, the orcs thought that thing was useless.
Not long ago, Caesar Sewell came to the holy land mentioned by his ancestors with a kind of pilgrimage mentality.
It was excited to find an old figure on it.
It starts with the mother's blood, letting it know at the first moment:
That is the great elder!
Caesar Suwell did not disturb the elder. It was not the noisy green-skinned creature that the ancestors had described.
According to what our ancestors said, only those stupid greenskin guys would give the elders headaches again and again.
Fortunately, the elder later took them all to the dream world.
Caesar Sewell was a little confused at first.
That shouldn't be a punishment, so why would the elders take them to the dream world?
After all, orcs are only allowed to enter the dream world after they have died dutifully.
"Because, that's what they deserve."
Caesar Sewell later learned what kind of world Arnold had once been.
Just as Caesar Sewell was daydreaming, he heard a kind voice:
"Come closer, boy. I have seen your father before."
"He's a warrior."
"If he hadn't broken his knee later..."
Caesar Suwell was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shuddered.
The wisdom of a father made it trot over quickly.
When he got closer, Caesar Sewell was able to get a glimpse of the elder's face.
He looked like an ordinary old human being, and even the long staff in his hand was covered with mottled marks.
During this time, Caesar Suwell always saw the elder standing alone on the hill.
Naturally, it couldn't know what the elder was thinking .
Is it about the future of Arnold, or about conquering a hostile plane, or how to destroy those damn demon lairs?
Occasionally, Caesar Sewell would have some absurd ideas:
It feels that the elders may be lonely.
Or perhaps, every great existence is lonely.
At this time, Caesar Suwell felt somewhat satisfied.
At least sometimes, it has something in common with these great beings.
"What have you come for, child?"
The elder asked.
“I want to do something to help the elderly.”
Caesar Suwell was stunned for a moment, then said so.
"Go and have fun."
"I came not to bring corvée, but to fill the world with joy and hope."
"This is why you should respect me..."
Yi Chun smiled, then stroked the forehead of the half-orc boy and said.
Caesar Sewell looked at the elder.
He had never seen in the elder's appearance the majesty and inviolable sanctity of the gods that his father had talked about.
But if gods really exist, they should look like this.
God is the bearer.
Young Caesar Sewell thought that perhaps it could also...
