Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

"Jianmu?" Tang San had heard of this term before, and he could recall what this term represented in the Tang Sect's ancient books.

It was the bridge between heaven, earth, humans and gods, but it had been cut off by the descendants of the ancient gods as early as the age of the ancient gods.

The remaining ancient books only mentioned the high-sounding reason: "The gods may interfere too much in the human world and cause chaos."

Tang San didn't know what exactly happened and what the reason was, because it was something extremely far away from the era he lived in. What's more, most people in previous lives only defined the stories of such gods recorded in ancient books as myths and legends, not reality.

If Tang San hadn't jumped off the ghost and came to this world with legends and signs of gods when he was trying to atone for his sins, he would probably still be an ordinary person like most people who believed that ancient books were just myths and legends.

But now, Tang San's belief that myths were just myths, just stories, had begun to waver.

I have seen the incarnation of the continent in today's world, and I have learned from my teacher the true evidence of the existence of gods. Such Tang San, when he heard this term again, he actually had the illusion of being in another world.

He looked down at Yiyi, who was concentrating on looking at the wooden box in his hand, but he only saw the slender eyelashes tangled under the light-colored hair that was tied up high. When the girl was thinking, she would be as light as the wings of a butterfly. Shit.

The arc of the movement was not huge, but it seemed to have touched his softest inner part.

Suddenly, eyes with a silvery halo appeared from under the eyelashes, and unexpectedly, they met the eyes of Tang San, who had been looking at people.

Tang San subconsciously shifted the focus of his eyes with a guilty conscience and glanced elsewhere.

After meeting the teasing glances around him, he turned his gaze back in embarrassment.

"……What's wrong?"

"Do you also know Jianmu?"

The two asked the person opposite them at the same time, and fell into silence at the same time.

Yiyi didn't have Tang San's delicate thoughts. She felt that the question she just asked was a response to Tang San's words, so she eagerly waited for her friend's answer.

Tang San couldn't resist the shining eyes in front of him. He raised his hand, and the wooden box blocked the path of the line of sight, helping to block the line of sight and giving his own beating heart a little space. To calm down.

He covered his head, took a deep breath, and then faced the girl who had no sense of distance from him.

He responded: "I have seen this statement about Jianmu in a book, but I thought it was just a story, so when I just heard you mention it, Yiyi, I was too surprised to react."

"Now that I think about it, if that book is not a story, then my understanding of Jianmu can only be said to be a little bit."

After hearing Tang San's words, Yiyi didn't know whether she was relieved or even more disappointed.

Her bright eyes were lowered, her fingers casually tapped on the wooden box, and she responded dryly.

"Can Yiyi tell me more about Jianmu?"

"……what?"

Yiyi, who was trapped in her own thoughts, didn't realize that someone had spoken to her and said such a thing.

The man repeated again with a good temper, "Yiyi can see Jianmu at a glance, so she must be very familiar with it. Can you tell me more about Jianmu?"

Yiyi raised her eyes and looked at Tang San who asked her, as well as everyone gathered around her, who obviously wanted to hear the story more than what the fairy grass was for her.

She knocked on the wooden box helplessly, "I don't know much, and maybe this is just a story and doesn't really exist."

"But..." Xiao Wu tilted her head and didn't quite understand, "Jianmu wooden boxes are all here."

Yiyi chuckled: "Yes, the facts are all here. But whether it exists or not is still an undetermined concept. It's like a cat in a box. You don't know whether it is dead or alive until you open it."

Yiyi's last words were spoken so softly and quickly that it was hard to hear them clearly.

But then she faced everyone with a smile and said: "Then, let me tell the story about Jianmu. Well, let me think about where to start. Let me first introduce the background of the story... …”

"Do you know what the beginning of the world was?"

Everyone who had never thought about this problem could only shake their heads when faced with Yiyi's question and couldn't even give an answer.

Yiyi doesn't mind either, after all, there are some differences between the beginning of Douluo Continent and the beginning of those worlds.

She smiled and said: "Legend has it that the world is as chaotic as a chicken egg. That is to say, the world was in chaos at that time. It has no meaning and cannot be said to exist as an egg. If you have to use one thing to symbolize it..."

Yiyi looked around and took out a hard-boiled egg from the lunch box, "That's it."

"egg?!"

Everyone exclaimed in confusion, but fell silent again as Yiyi nodded and narrated.

"Yes, an egg. This may be a bit outrageous, but the world at that time looked similar to an egg, but without the shell on the outside."

How was the original world formed? Even in Douluo's memory, he couldn't see it clearly. He only knew that at that time, all the powers, elements and concepts had not been formed, and everything seemed to be nothing, and nothing seemed to exist.

Heaven and earth blend together, surrounded by an invisible 'shell'.

This state of chaos lasted for a long time, until the chaos within it gradually became different. The forces of chaos that collided with each other no longer blended, but began to collide, separate, overlap, collide and merge again.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the concept seemed to be born.

What follows is the initial 'sanity'.

——The god was born.

That god has no gender, and is born naked but seemingly unconscious.

He comes from differences in chaos and is an aggregation of similarities.

The eyes that were closed quietly were never opened.

The curled up limbs and bones are like an embryo that has not yet been born in the mother's body.

The birth of 'sanity' means change, and the contradictions and extraordinaryness between chaos are colliding and fighting with each other.

Then one day God opened His eyes.

Those are a pair of inorganic eyes that see everything and nothing at the same time.

But in this total darkness, it makes no difference whether you see it or not.

Therefore, the gods began to take action.

After He was born and slept for another eighteen thousand years, everything in the world began to change.

With his consciousness as the main body, the chaos changed, forming the factors of the yang concept. The light and clear power of chaos began to float upward, forming the 'sky'; on the contrary, the factors that formed the yin concept, The heavy and turbid power of chaos began to sink, forming 'earth'.

At the moment when the heaven and the earth were formed, there seemed to be a slight trembling of a bell. From a certain point between the heaven and the earth, arc-shaped waves spread out. The waves carried the simplest joy and blessings from the birth of the world.

But when the wave touched the gods, it became invisible.