Chapter 1715

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Only in this way...only in this way can we understand what opening the sky is. Only when we have nothing can we create everything.

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Everything is a miracle, even darkness and silence. Death is the fate of life, and life is the hymn of death.

Standing on the boundless earth, watching the stars and rivers passing by, the sun and the moon, there are countless lives in the world that are constantly reborn and perished. Their birth and death are meaningless to the stars and the starry sky, and even they themselves do not understand it. This meaning.

All life is born following an instinct, that is, continuation. Life is the greatest miracle. The essence of a miracle is to create the next miracle. Countless creatures that have never been seen before are born one by one by coincidence, but they are Died by necessity and accident again and again.

At a suitable time, on a suitable star, some ancient beings continued the miracle before disappearing, until something unique was born, and the acquired creatures ushered in a great explosion.

All acquired creatures are derived from innate miracles, but they are so fragile and as small as dregs compared to innate ones. They are repeating destruction and rebirth every moment, in order to make themselves more advantageous in using miracles. Continue.

This miracle is the origin of life, and perhaps the greatest blessing of the endless starry sky. This process is like a kind of trial and error. When powerful things weaken, cunning things will also encounter helpless situations. From time to time, the thing that shuttles through the sky and the sea may be king for a while, but it will eventually come to an end.

This is true for any life. The miracle of death will leave something for the miracle of rebirth, so that the miracle of rebirth will no longer make mistakes. If it is wrong, it will only serve as a beacon on the way to the growth of the next miracle.

Everything is like this. The original miracle is divided into billions of parts, and trials and errors continue in the long river of time. The things that survive have their reasons for survival, and the things that perish have the helplessness of perish. It is a pity that for the vast majority As for the beings born after birth, they rely on the stars and are members of the stars since they were born.

They can never leave the place where they were born, and are destined to exist only for a moment, not even being touched by the next miracle. They are born silently, exist silently, and perish silently.

This is the destination of the vast majority of acquired creatures, and even the marks left behind will be erased by the latter. Light may not exist in this era, because for many creatures there is no darkness at all.

And this is also true for a race that only has a few thousand individuals, lives in various places, and is used as food by all the beasts.

They are the human race of the future, and the brothers and sisters who were born with them have all more or less perished, but they don't even feel it is difficult because it is meaningless and they don't feel what their existence is.

They are just ordinary creatures with a not very high status in this homeland shared by hundreds of millions of creatures. For them, as long as they have enough to eat and drink, no matter when death will come, they will not die until it comes. At that moment, you may feel the fear of dying.

Or maybe there isn’t any fear at all.

The silent forest that once existed has become no longer suitable for survival. Many new beasts continue to plunder everything of this poor race. They have not even left the forest at all. They left their homes and wanted to find a new place to live, but thousands of individuals originally migrated together. , but now there are only less than a dozen individuals left.

Minus those who are scattered, dead, killed by ferocious beasts, and unable to move anymore, they are so fragile that they will encounter countless crises just by moving forward, but because of this, they can only move forward.

Because no matter where they settle, they will be preyed on by powerful beasts. Their weak arms and feet cannot run very fast at all. Compared with predators, their field of vision is much narrower. They can't see anything at night. Sora can Eyes that see colors, ears that are not particularly sensitive, and a sense of smell that is better than nothing.

Their appearance seems to be just an accident, because they are not as outstanding in a certain aspect as any living being. They are well-balanced and can adapt to various environments, but they will always be the lowest existence in that environment.

Their strongest thing seems to be just their adaptability. Other than that, they are basically just walking meals. Once they encounter any creature stronger than them, they will basically die.

From the moment they walked out of that beautiful forest, their demise seemed to be doomed. This was a small tribe that was about to die. It was an inconspicuous existence among hundreds of millions of creatures. They may not even realize that their race was about to perish. Between day and night.

But this dying tribe has habits that many living beings don’t have. They will look up at the sky when they have nothing to do. Whether it is the blue sky or the night sky, no living being other than them will waste time in this meaningless activity for a long time. things.

Since the claws are sharp, let the claws tear everything apart. Since the shell is strong, let the shell resist everything. Since the movements are agile, let the movements be so fast that no other creature can catch them. Since the power is strong, let the power become Nothing can rival it.

All living things continue their miracles in this way, except for a dying tribe born in an accident. They all have a little something, but none of them can be said to be excellent in any aspect, but this also gives them a completely different world. world.

See, hear, smell, touch, look at everything that exists from different directions, and

This difference also finally led to the initial thinking!

Creatures that can only see will only use the same perspective throughout their lives, and creatures that can only hear will only listen to the same voice throughout their lives. But this dying tribe treats one thing from different angles over and over again. This all-encompassing understanding gives them new wonders.

Spirituality…

They may not be the first living beings to have so many senses, nor are they the first living beings to move around due to survival. Many living beings have faced this test, but the end of the vast majority of living beings is death.

Because a miracle is just a miracle after all, and it is too difficult to continue in a simple way.

For them, everything they possess is uncompetitive, and their end is destruction. Nothing can be left behind, and all traces will be erased by time. This dying tribe does not even realize this, and they still remain. When I have nothing to do, I like to look at the sky above my head and reach out my hand to touch it.

Without language or communication, people of the same race would only make the same movements at this moment. When everything was kneeling to the earth and running on all fours in order to survive, they did the opposite and stood up just to survive. You can get closer to the sky!

The dying tribe and the sky that can never be touched, this may be the original romance.

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Time will not leave any mercy, time has no mercy or cruelty, it just continues to flow, and the future will flow forever, until nothing can witness its existence anymore.

By then, time will be dead too.

The dying tribe lost many members today. Even if they climbed as high as possible when sleeping at night, they were still hunted by the phantom of the night. Even in order to find a new place to live, their descendants unknowingly Even the ability to survive in trees has been lost.

The cave has become their only shelter. They are happy to do this and linger in the dark cave. In fact, they can survive by doing this, but there is another thing in them that is not allowed, that is, they want to Touch the sky.

Perhaps even climbing a tree is to reach the sky. Spirituality has been born. Time will tell whether spirituality will cause this small tribe to perish or prosper.

Most people stay in the cave, and a few people go out. This is a difference. Their descendants will continue different miracles from now on. These people who go out may not even know that they have completed the original mission. great deeds.

They resist the instinct of survival and seek things that are out of reach. No matter what is on the other side of the sky, from the moment they reach out to the sky and stand up to get closer to the sky, even if they cannot fly, their spirits can No longer limited by the earth.

In fact, the life of these people who went out was not good, it could even be said to be very poor. They lived in the open air during the journey and stared at their dead companions. For the first time, they shed tears that were not instinctive.

It was not to protect their eyes, nor to let the dust be washed away. This was a precious experience brought to them by spirituality. They felt sad. They knelt in front of the corpses of their tribesmen and kissed their cheeks as usual, but the tribesmen no longer Nor could he respond with the same kiss.

"Woo...Woo..."

The remaining people made strange noises, and their almost useless vocal cords, which had been born for a long time, issued the first spiritual cry.

However, when the people who were separated not long ago reunited in the future, they could only watch from a distance, watching them being devoured by wild beasts. The dying tribe understood their fate. They had nowhere to go but the cave. The outside world Everything that will devour them.

Spirituality allowed them to overcome their instincts, but they ushered in destruction. The first people who walked out of the cave could not survive to the third generation. Their descendants relied on a group of only about a dozen people to hold babies in their arms, and kept walking in the plateau lakes, mountain peaks and snow. Looking for his own home in the earth.

They want to live where they can reach out and touch the sky.

In the end, they were no longer the same as their fellow humans living in the cave. They lost their original miracles and gained new ones. They no longer compromised everything for survival. They began to search for a better place. Find a place where there are no wild beasts, no predators, just sweet fruits.

This small dying tribe is always wandering in the moment of imminent destruction. Sometimes there are thousands of people. When they were young, there were only dozens of them. They are always looking for them. Even if they find them, they still want to find them. Places closer to the sky, but those places are not suitable for them to survive.

But they are still looking. Even if they find the perfect place to live, they are just not satisfied. Some of them wave goodbye to their original partners. No matter what the road ahead is, they move forward regardless of life and death.

There is no fixed residence, because even their souls are dedicated to the sky. Their search has long lost the original instinct of survival. They don't know what they are looking for, but they just keep searching.

The people who stayed in the snowfield froze to death in a severe climate a few years later.

The people who stayed in the warm woods were eventually defeated by the ferocious beasts.

The people who stayed in the mountains all died from the collapse of the mountain just because of a small earthquake.

The people who stayed in the cave lost their hearts forever

, just alive.

Even though hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years have passed, this small tribe is still on the verge of extinction at any time. Their figures are extremely weak, but they are weaker than any other living beings, even than the unrestrained birds. There are even more places to reach!

They have never prospered, never truly perished, and there will always be some people who resolutely embark on a journey to find the real home in their hearts, until the helpless life and death turns into romance, and they get the meaning of their lives, even if it is for anyone else It is meaningless to all living beings, but that is real life to them.

Even if they are unable to resist the beasts, a cold rain will take away their lives. Their extremely fragile bodies have hearts that cannot be stopped by anything. There are many beasts that dominate one place, and their numbers are hundreds of thousands, and this one However, the number of dying tribes will never increase.

This is a kind of helplessness, because they have been actively discarding the possibility of making themselves prosperous. Always, always, no matter how small the possibility is, at least it has happened. Even if it can survive for decades or hundreds of years, this is the vast majority. The instinct of living beings.

But this dying tribe is unwilling to take root.

This is the greatest hymn, because they will keep giving to get what they want until they are completely extinct in this world, but it is not a big deal. They are intoxicated with this pursuit other than life and death. Anyway, they have nothing to lose, but are always gaining.

Between the reincarnation of life and death, the predecessors passed away and the descendants went on the road. They left footprints on the beautiful world with only a few hundred or thousands of people. No matter when death will come, they have something more precious than living. thing.

This thing has been accumulating and affecting them, so that they have become different from all living creatures. They have lost as much as they have gained. They can even give up the miracle of being alive, but they have gained a miracle that is more precious than simply living. , that is something that even Chaos Taichu can only get a little bit of.

They are life, and they are living beings.

The dying tribe is also on the road today. They will never stop. Only death can block their way forward. Their demise and survival have absolutely no meaning to other living beings.

The world is changing, and it keeps changing. Those who cannot adapt are destroyed. Those who can adapt are kings. Beasts become more and more lethal. Many races that can dominate an era appear. Small tribes that are dying have come to the point of destruction countless times. At the critical point, until the day of destruction comes.

The dying tribe has never prospered, they are just an accident, an accident among billions of living beings.

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It's not just the dying tribe that is slowly becoming spiritual, but almost all living things have used their spirituality to survive.

Everything that exists has its own position since its emergence. Insects eat grass, birds eat insects, beasts eat birds, and there is an arrogant king of beasts on the beasts. They rely on their strongest advantages to conquer one side, and will not be suitable for them. Everything that survives is eliminated.

Packs of vicious wolves, tigers, ferocious leopards, wild lions, and various poisonous insects and threats finally brought the dying tribe to the moment closest to extinction. There were less than a hundred people in the entire star, and they were so fragile that they could not withstand the changes in the world.

Once the residence is discovered by the beasts, what awaits them is that the entire residence will be wiped out. Even if there are survivors, it will be difficult to survive on a single part.

The last residence of the dying tribe was discovered and destroyed by the beasts. Only less than thirty people were left and barely escaped. The injured fell ill and died a few days later. Some people hid in caves. In the end, there were only a dozen people and The ancestors continue to look for a place to survive. No matter how romantic they were, they will always be so fragile when facing life and death.

They have no idea that they are the last members of this dying clan.

The female member holding the baby in her arms walked last, and the few men walking in front looked at the road ahead cautiously. Even though they were very careful, the smell of blood on their bodies still attracted nearby predators.

A ferocious beast slowly walked out of the dense forest with proud steps, its ferocious eyes looked like it was looking at a delicious meal. People know this ferocious beast, it is almost synonymous with killing, whether it is fangs or sharp teeth, no matter it is Both speed and strength are better than many beasts.

This kind of beast rarely appears in groups because there is no need and no creature is its opponent. It is a king that people must not mess with. When encountering this kind of beast, the only thing they can do is to run away.

Without any unnecessary words, people turned around and ran away, but in front of this beast, it was as fast as an ant crawling. Its well-developed limbs jumped high, and it easily killed a person from the sky.

People think that this may be an opportunity, because the dying tribe has always survived in this way, by abandoning its companions and fleeing. Any living creature can only flee when facing a natural enemy that cannot be hostile at all. Without any accidents, this is the most important thing in the world. reason.

The roar of the beast was frightening, and the children were crying, which directly attracted the attention of the beast. It did not eat for the time being, but pounced on it to kill. Two or three beasts that were exactly the same as it, but much smaller, appeared behind it. It should be its child.

Its children feasted on the dead, and its children looked at people's babies with greedy eyes.

The beast pounced forward and bit the fleeing woman. It bit her head so hard that it almost decapitated her.

The child in his arms let out a miserable cry, but was devoured by the beast in the next second.

The crying stopped suddenly, and people had no power to resist except running away. No living thing would try to resist when faced with something they absolutely cannot defeat. This is nature, this is instinct, and even resistance is difficult to achieve. What, many creatures have resisted, but that is just to make themselves die faster.

The helpless resistance to death is just the last tragedy of life.

Among them, a man recalled the home that was massacred by the beasts while escaping. He remembered that the woman who had raised him was his partner, and the baby that was swallowed by the beasts was his. Child, everyone around him is running away, and so is he.

But where can he escape to? Will he be eaten by the next beast again? Where is it safe? Can we only return to the dark cave? An emotion burned fiercely in him. It was the first time in his life that this emotion appeared. There was no fear or fear. The instinct of survival turned into a passing cloud. His eyes were burning with spiritual anger.

The world is so big, why is there no place for them to live? They have never been bloodthirsty and have never killed other creatures. They hate the smell of blood. They just want to walk on this land. They have never been enemies with anything. , but why, why do they have to face such a massacre?

At this moment, a miracle was born in him.

Spirituality made his emotions surpass the instinct of survival. At this moment, he felt that there was no point in living. The endless grief tore the world in his eyes. He was the strongest person among them. He could almost say It was an escape.

He won his life. He should have been the lucky one. No living thing will look back at this time. Since the birth of living beings, no living being has ever looked back at this time. Even flying insects and ants know how to escape. This goes against nature, this This is not the behavior that living beings should have, this is against nature and against the law!

But he gritted his teeth and turned back!

Spirituality made him choose to die, no...

It’s not spirituality, it’s himself, it’s himself, it’s ego, it’s because I don’t want to live like this! His soul screamed like this, not to save anyone, nor to let himself survive, but for the first time he felt that it shouldn't be like this. As a living being, he ignored life and death.

He broke off a sharp branch from under the tree on the side. It was his first weapon and the first weapon of the entire human race, the original wooden spear.

The instinct of living beings is to survive countless deaths, but his nature at this moment is to transcend life and death and obtain something more important.

Holding the broken branch tightly, he shouted and rushed towards the beast. The beast was completely unable to understand what the fragile blood food was trying to do. He pierced the eye of the beast with a wooden spear. The beast howled and retreated, but instead of retreating, he Take one step closer.

Holding the wooden spear in his hand, the blood and cells all over his body and everything that makes up his existence are repeating one sentence, kill the beast in front of you, we are not blood eaters, we have stretched out our hands to touch the sky countless times, and we have We have fallen down in helplessness countless times, but we have never surrendered. We have been to mountains, snowfields, seas, canyons, and deserts. Our experiences can never be matched by these things.

We stand up to see further, our eyes are to see the land we will conquer, we give up in order to gain, we should not die so simply, we must move forward even though we know the dangers, just because of our footprints I haven’t been able to break through the sky yet!

What am I.

What are we?

We are... people!

His heart was beating at a terrifying speed, his blood surged up, and all the muscles in his body were trembling. He opened his mouth, revealing the fangs that even humans have, and the blood of beasts spattered in his mouth. The eyes are more terrifying to all creatures than this beast.

He gave up life and death. He wanted to prove who he was and why he came to this world. The wooden spear in his hand was not sharp, but he ignored the beast's bloody mouth and devoted himself wholeheartedly to killing the thing in front of him.

If the birth of the dying tribe was just an accident, then he was an accident among accidents. Countless accidents formed a miracle, something that no living thing has ever had. The instinct of resistance finally changed qualitatively, forming the original rebellion.

Extremely counterintuitive, man.

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In the reciprocal life and death of the dying tribe, there is a ghost of time and space who has been witnessing all this. No one knows his existence, and thousands of years only count for a few hours in his eyes.

In this extremely fast flow of time, everything suddenly froze in his eyes.

Xia Yi stood next to a man who only used vines and leaves as clothes, looked at the branches he was holding tightly with both hands, and then turned back to look at the beast on the other side. The posture of this beast made Xia Yi feel depressed.

This is a beast as huge as an elephant, its claws are curved and sharp like blades, its teeth are like shark teeth, and there are two saber teeth that stick out of its mouth like double swords. This ancient ferocious beast almost stands on the earth. At the top of the beast, even a monk will suffer hatred if he is not careful.

Asking himself, if he were a mortal, Xia Yi would not dare to consider any resistance. Even if he had a weapon in his hand, he would probably be frightened and lose consciousness the moment he saw this beast.

Time for four weeks came to a complete standstill, without any

He Zhenxian can see Xia Yi at this moment, because Xia Yi is just looking back at the transformations in his bloodline, the most worthy of being remembered.

He saw the ancestors stretching out their hands to touch the sky, and saw them bidding farewell to their loved ones and resolutely embarking on the road ahead. He also saw countless people falling on the road, trying their best to reach out to the stars before dying. In the ancient times of the human race, It is actually a marginalized tribe that has never even been on the stage of history.

To describe how they are different, perhaps it is an obsession that distinguishes all living beings, but just like some people stop and some hide in a cave, this obsession is not possessed by everyone.

But at least those who have this obsession will become the future of the human race, a generation of starry sky overlords. Xia Yi understands that the man in front of him is the first hunter of the human race, the first person of the human race to use weapons, and the first human race to try to challenge the fundamentals of mankind. Someone who can't defeat something.

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