Chapter 712 - On Top of All Insects (1/2)

After listening to Old Youling’s translation, Chu Yunsheng felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest. In fact, he did not have much empathy. Although he was also born and grew up in this land, he has never left this land. So he was unable to feel the penetrating power of the cry of “Return to one’s native land”. But he still felt a tightness in his chest, as if through those texts and murals, he could see 80 million people looking up at the bright starry sky at the same time, and gazing at the star of their hometown tens of thousands of light-years away. That kind of sorrow of longing to go back intertwined and merged together, drowning the soul like an ocean.

Especially the phrase “I could only kiss the ground of my homeland, and pray to be reborn as the son of motherland again in the next life”. It vividly portrayed the bitterness, misery, longing, hopelessness…

In order to bring knowledge and technology to the earth, more than 80 million people had sacrificed themselves, so that one person could come back with the knowledge and technology they had collected. All they wanted was that the people in the homeland would not suffer anymore. What kind of love and will was this!

However, they did not know that nowadays, human beings on earth were still killing each other, even at the expense of destroying this planet; no one cared about what they did.

Perhaps, people would only cherish something after losing it.

Chu Yunsheng recalled the scenes he personally experienced. Even at the final battle in the Arctic when the entire earth was still in flames, people were still attacking each other. Even when a swarm of insects pushed into a city, there were still power struggles.

But he didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. This was human nature. If you didn’t do it, other people would do it. However, you wouldn’t know what other people were thinking, so in the end, it was still much better for you to do it yourself. Just like what Ding Yan said; when the power struggle was over, the catastrophe would end.

Therefore, Ding Yan wanted to unify the world, bring the power of the world under the foot of Sky City….

‘We will all come back?’

This sorrowful and familiar sentence made Chu Yunsheng feel that he was indeed used to being a giant when it came to using his power, but in terms of his spirit, he was really a dwarf. He avoided and resisted these so-called bigger pictures, and thought that at least it should be the goals of someone like Ding Yan. He was not used to or liked to fight for the bigger picture. Without the ancient book, he would end up like other normal people. With the ancient book, he just wanted to protect himself. But if necessary, he was now willing to spread the knowledge of the ancient book and let people like Ding Yan lead the human race. However, he himself didn’t want to be such a person. That was why he gave the world’s leader’s position to Yu Hanwu.

Old Youling’s suggestion about “giving other people a future” has been stuck in Chu Yunsheng’s mind. What it meant was very simple; If the tragedy of humankind did not end, his tragedy would not end, because he was a member of humankind, not only physically, spiritually, but also emotionally. Even with the senior pract.i.tioner’s G.o.dhood, this fact would never be changed.

‘If I don’t die this time, maybe, with my remaining life, I can do something for them…’

Chu Yunsheng didn’t know why he had such thoughts, but he just slightly thought about it. After all, he knew what kind of person he was.

Old Youngling shuddered when it saw that Chu Yunsheng was staring at it.

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Feeling a little desperate, Hull found that his hands had begun to rot; his fingers were sticking to the bones like pus as if they could drop at any time. The hemispherical transparent cover gave him more than seven days of life in the restricted area, but it still couldn’t block the curse completely. He knew that he would rot and die in the near future.

The blue-haired masters who pursued him left dozens of rotting corpses in the snow and withdrew from the Aoyun Mountain ranges a long time ago. As long as he didn’t leave, he could survive for a while but not for many days.

Since Hall discovered that the hemispherical transparent cover could slow down the speed of decay, he has been wearing it on his head. In addition to wis.h.i.+ng to extend his life, he also hoped to hear the voice of the Supreme G.o.d again.

That way, even if he died, he would die without regret.

How many people in this world could truly hear the voice of the great and supreme G.o.d? Even the ministers of the temple and n.o.ble servants probably also never heard of it.

While waiting for the voice of the great and supreme G.o.d to appear again, Hall fed on some small creatures in the snow and persisted day after day, as his body gradually began to rot. Every night he went to sleep, he was worried that he might not get up again the next day.

Finally, one night, when he curled up in a cave near the foot of the mountain, he heard a voice in a half-conscious status.

“Are you still alive?”

Hull thought that he must be hallucinating because of constant fever, or maybe he was dreaming. He had a similar experience last time, the experience of hearing the voice of the Supreme G.o.d in the dream. However, when he woke up, there was nothing.

But this time…

“Are you there?”

“Can you hear me?”

A series of clear questions caused Hull to use up the last body energy and suddenly sit up, forgetting the pain of rotting fingers.

‘It is the Supreme G.o.d, the great and only Supreme G.o.d. It is his kind and majestic voice.’

Hull almost shouted in his heart, happy and excited!

The moment he had been waiting for finally arrived, the Supreme G.o.d did not abandon him, the Supreme G.o.d still remembered him!

Hull wept bitter tears, as if all the grievances were understood and all the efforts were rewarded; there was no need to worry about whether he would not get up tomorrow, because he could die without regret now.

“You will not die.”

The Supreme G.o.d seemed to know what he was thinking, which made Hull extremely excited. Yes, only the Great Supreme G.o.d could hear the voice of the most loyal servant. Undoubtedly, he was loyal, and his firm belief has been approved by the Supreme G.o.d. All the trials, even the rotting body, were worth it!

“Oh, Great and only supreme G.o.d, this lowly slave Hull, is willing to serve you with his life. If you don’t mind this lowly and dirty slave, please take his life.”

He lay prostrated on the snow, praying in the most pious, trembling voice.

The Supreme G.o.d appeared to be silent for a long time, and Hull did not dare to speak or think about anything. He just waited quietly, waiting for the Supreme G.o.d to take him away.

“My name is Chu… sigh… forget it, call me whatever you like.”