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Chapter 20 How will my power change the form of life?
Fast forward decades.

However, for the Logos people who enjoy a long life span, decades are not a short period of time, nor a long period of time.

Ar and his eldest son walked through the snow and climbed the mountain.

He once told God that he would go up to the mountain to meet Him, and now Al came and set foot on the mountain together with the hunters and craftsmen in the city.

The craftsmen roughly measured the flat mountain in the middle of the mountain in their minds, used hundreds of years of experience to think about where the first wooden stake should be placed, and then left a rough mark with animal ribs.

After Al waited for the craftsmen to choose the address, he ordered:
"You have to make sure that this place will not be flooded or blown by wind, not to mention that our altar will not be buried when the snow on the mountain falls."

The craftsmen repeatedly assured the prophet that their site was carefully considered, and that it was a place where the gods could be worshiped forever.

Only then did Yaer feel relieved, and when he was about to turn around and go up the mountain, he suddenly thought of something, and said again:

"After the altar is built, build the throne of the king, who is my brother and our king."

The craftsmen were a little surprised, because the prophet's request came so suddenly, the leading craftsman looked around, thought for a moment, and agreed.

Yaer nodded at this time, he was afraid that the craftsmen would forget, so he reminded him again before leaving.

It was a gift from the Prophet to his brother Sappor.

At noon, Yar and a group of hunters began to climb the remaining steep distance.

After a life-and-death experience, Yar is quite familiar with the journey. With the amazing physical talent of the Logos, under the leadership of Yar, a group of people moved forward with ease, and the cold wind of the high mountain blew them sharp ears.

I don't know how long it took, and it was almost dusk, and Arles followed the previous road to the top of the mountain. He ordered everyone to wait in place, even his eldest son, Alesto.

Then the prophet climbed a steep cliff alone, and finally came to the top of the snow-covered mountain.

God stands in radiance.

Yar saw God lowering his head slightly, as if admiring something.

"Yal, you're here."

The Prophet suppressed his excitement and walked forward slowly.

When he stopped, he happened to see something in each of the two hands of the god. They were filled with light, like some kind of artifact.

One is a light blue plant, and the other is as sharp as a knife.

Chen Yi raised her hand, as if she deliberately wanted him to see it.

"Lord, what is this?"

Al asked suspiciously.

"Choose, don't ask what it is."

God just said this,

"Whatever you choose, it will be given to you."

The Prophet stepped forward again. He looked at the two things and compared them carefully.

At first, he fell in love with the one that was as sharp as a knife, but the moment he stretched out his hand, he hesitated again.

"The Logos people hunt animals day and night, do they need another weapon?"

Yar asked himself in his heart, he felt that the sharp knife-like weapon was just icing on the cake for the Logos.

So, Yar re-examined that humble plant.

The light blue plants are one after another, and they seem to have a touch of fluff, thin and weak, and seem to contain a strong vitality.

After thinking about it, Al made a choice.

"This is wheat."

God said to him,

"If you want to build a great nation, the wheat must be its foundation."

Yar took the wheat and was amazed that such a small plant could be the foundation of a great country?
The Prophet was dubious about this, and even felt a bit of remorse in his heart.

God raised his other hand, which was the horn of the narwhal, and said:
"In the future, this thing will also be given to you, Zefu, the country of your descendants."

Yaer couldn't help but be overjoyed, a little distracted, he didn't think that both things would be bestowed on himself.

"Lord, the Logos will always honor you."

Saying that, Yar suppressed his excitement and added:

"Lord, it is not I who want to establish a great nation, nor my descendants who want to establish a great nation, but my brother Sappor who wants to establish a great nation."

Chen Yi stared at Yar.

Yaer felt that God seemed to be looking at him, but it didn't seem to be looking at him.

His eyes seemed to have traveled through the shackles of time and space to the distant future.

"You don't know what I'm saying now."

God said so.

Then God taught him how to plant the wheat into the ground and how to care for it.

As night approached, Al went down the mountain.

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After the prophet Ar left, God looked at the Logos people in the distance.

His gaze sometimes stayed on Yar, and sometimes fell on Yar's heirs.

Dozens of pale golden threads of fate appeared before his eyes.

Chen Yi said to herself:
"The children of Arles, Alesto and Tertullian, are indeed the two who will build a great country in the future."

Although the line of fate is fluctuating all the time, the direction that the line of fate guides has not changed much.

At this time, God looked at the heir of King Sabo.

God has never paid attention to the descendants of King Sabor, and even King Sabor himself rarely pays attention to it. This is the first time that God has examined the fate of those descendants.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yi shook her head.

Among the dozens of heirs of King Sabo, there is not even one who will be able to establish a big country in the future.

Chen Yi raised the unicorn that she took from the head of the narwhal in her hand, and carefully examined the power contained in it.

Under the moonlight, the sharp unicorn glowed with intertwined blue and pale colors.

There is no doubt that the pale light comes from the power of the ancient chaos.

But that blue...

"After the narwhal was submerged in the pale rainstorm, it showed this blue light... The four-legged triceratops that I saw before had a purple light... Perhaps, there is a certain relationship between the ancient power and their life source. responses, and then merge with each other."

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Yi could only get this kind of explanation.

After bathing in the heavy rain, the ape man sheds his fur, has a long life span, and has a strong body. After bathing in the rainstorm, the saber-toothed tiger grows wings and turns into a pterosaur. After the narwhal bathes in the rainstorm, their horns gain the power to manipulate sea water... …

Not only animals, plants have also changed, but the changes are not as great as animals.

The Timofey wheat plant that I gave Yar, I can see that there is an amazing reproductive ability in that wheat plant.

If the soil is fertile and the water source is abundant, once it is planted, it will not take long to be a golden wheat field.

The force erupting from the ancient chaos drives life to evolve in a direction that is beneficial to life itself.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately thought of something.

If the ancient power can somehow react with the source of life...

"And what about my strength?"

Chen Yi began to think about this question.

Before I came, the world was in chaos,
I do not exist in this world innately, I am called from the future, and I am an outsider in this world.

God stretched out his hand, and a faint golden light overflowed from the depths of the body—the soul, floating on the palm.

"How will my power change the form of life?"

God fell into a long thought.

His coming is the sudden birth of light in the endless darkness.

Everything in this world is transforming and transferring to each other, nothing happens suddenly.

Only God is sudden.

If He does not come, this world may be forever without light.

People in the golden age were in awe of the majestic sea, the vast sky, earthquakes, lightning, and sea of ​​fire. Because it was difficult for them to witness real miracles.

Because in that era no life understood the meaning of God.

And later the Logosians,
It can only be described in one sentence:
God's coming comes from nothing, and something is born out of nothing.

　Celebrating the New Year and adding a new chapter, everyone remember to follow up on Tuesday (tears)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)