Belief In The Kingdom of God

In the frontier, Attis looked at the unchanging void frontier in front of him, frowning slightly.

"It seems that as the origin of the world continues to grow, the borders are gradually expanding, driving the growth of the world's area."

After careful observation for a while, Artis came to this conclusion.

"However, because the growth rate is quite slow, if you don't work hard to observe, you can't find it at all."

He thought so, and then a deep thing gradually emerged in his hand.

That is a world coordinate that exudes the breath of vain air, and it records the position of a world.

"Now this world has calmed down, and it will take a long time to merge with the main world. It's time to go to the world of that demon **** to have a look." Adis thought in his heart.

In his mind, he still remembered the appearance of the demon god, and some memory fragments he had obtained, so that he had some understanding of the world.

"In any case, it is a world, even if it is on the verge of destruction, it is very precious."

He thought about it, and then the mark in his hand slowly shined, a little space power rippling, on the other side, there seemed to be a faint world emerging on the other side, exuding a little dim light.

However, because the distance was too long, the sensing was very vague, even if Atis was fully sensing it, it could only be roughly sensed.

"The distance is too far, if the body is to pass, the consumption is too huge."

Sensing the world, Attis frowned: "It seems that only a trace of soul can pass."

The distance between the worlds is extremely long, but it is also a teleportation, and the power consumed by the body and a trace of the soul is not at the same level.

With the determination in the heart, in the void, with the catalysis of the divine power, the power of the boundless space began to diffuse, and in the depths, it seemed that a door of the world was opening.

At the same time, the divine power in Attis was consumed frantically, maintaining this passage.

He didn't dare to hesitate immediately, his sleeves danced lightly, a little bit of spirit split out, and he sank into the door.

Suddenly, Attis only felt that the consumption of divine power in his body suddenly increased, and in an instant he teleported that trace of divine soul.

In the void, a ray of light flashed across, with majestic divine power, it quickly traversed countless distances, dragged down by the coordinates to a distant area.

It is a huge but dim world. The originally powerful world began to gradually decline at this time, and even the protection of the periphery of the world had disappeared, allowing the power of Attis to enter.

At this time, above the earth, in a dilapidated village, a baby cried for the first time.

Just at this time, the broken soul flew past, surrounded a surrounding area, and finally sank into the baby's body.

Suddenly, the baby slowly opened his eyes, his eyes still ignorant, but there was a trace of gold in his eyes.

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Fifteen years later, in a dilapidated village, a handsome young man stood in a clearing with a spear in his hand and a slight gold in his eyes.

This young man looked about fifteen years old, wearing a robe made of animal skins, standing majestic in place, with an indescribable aura.

He waved the stone spear in his hand and stabbed a grass man in front of him.

Following his stabbing, in the same place, a little breaking wind sounded, rushing forward with bitter pressure.

After a while, when the boy stopped, the grass man in front of him had disappeared, leaving only a long wooden stick standing alone.

"After 15 years of deep sleep, I finally woke up."

Looking at the withered grass in the same place, Attis's face was plain, thinking like this in his heart.

It's just that a trace of remnant soul has crossed countless distances to another world, and naturally needs a body to carry the soul. At that time, because there was no other suitable object around, and the power of the soul was about to be exhausted, he chose to take away a baby who was just born.

After that, the soul fell into a deep sleep. After fifteen years of cultivation, he didn't wake up until a few days ago.

"But this world is really in decline." He looked up at the dim sky in the distance, thinking like this in his heart.

If it is said that the world that Attis was in before was only eroded, then this world is truly only one last breath.

As the world where the Demon God was born, the level of destruction here is very complete. Because of the looting of the origin of the world, most of the land has been turned into a desert at this time, and countless lives have since passed away, leaving only a little oasis fortunately to exist for the last few lives.

"The world consciousness of this world has declined to its limit. If it develops like this for thousands of years, when the last oasis is swallowed by the desert, the last living beings disappear, and the world will be destroyed with it."

Attis thought this in his heart, then looked outside and walked out.

Around him, people in worn-out animal skins saw him, showing respect and beginning to salute.

"The young patriarch, the elder is looking for you." At this moment, a naked man stepped forward and looked at Artis.

Hearing what he said, Attis nodded to indicate that he had heard, and then turned and walked towards a place.

A wooden house, although simple, but very clean.

"Yar, you are here." Inside, a very old man looked at Artis coming from outside and forced a smile.

"By now, you are also fifteen years old."

Attis nodded and looked at each other.

On the other side, the old man sighed with emotion: "By now, you are officially an adult, and you can inherit the position of leader of the tribe."

He sighed, then walked out slowly, and carefully took out a wooden box from the house.

The wooden box is very old and looks old. After opening, it contains a long piece of animal skin.

"what?"

Seeing this animal skin, Attis was a little surprised.

In his feelings, although it was already very weak, the very strong devilish energy pervading this animal skin had not yet been felt, and it was the fur of a monster.

Based on his knowledge of this tribe, it is almost impossible for this tribe to hunt down such a monster. So he couldn't help but arouse his interest.

In front, the old man looked at the animal skin in his hand, and a moment of nostalgia flashed seriously: "This is some power passed down by our tribe. It has been kept by the elders and leaders, and now it is handed over to you."

"Wait tonight, I will announce the news of your succession to the leader." He said so, and then looking at Attis's still calm expression, he nodded in his heart.

However, he didn't know that for Artis, who had mastered a complete world, a small tribe with a broken world was not very attractive at all, and naturally would not show any expression.