The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Seeing that only his own and Hou Tu's ancestor witch's territories were left unfinished, Gonggong couldn't help but feel extremely anxious.

However, what made him feel even more difficult was that although he had the ability to lead everyone to teleport back to his own territory instantly, he really couldn't guarantee that he could successfully lead Su Xiaoya to find the divine item in his own territory.

After all, his divine product is a little special.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were cast towards Gonggong. Some had a playful look in their eyes, as if they were watching a farce; some were full of anticipation, hoping to see the true appearance of the mysterious divine product as soon as possible; and some had doubts on their faces, doubting that Gonggong had always avoided talking about the divine product...

Facing these gazes, whether overt or covert, Gonggong felt the pressure was as heavy as a mountain pressing down on an egg.

He tried to maintain his composure on the surface, his face tense the whole time, expressionless like a wooden sculpture. But in fact, his brain was working rapidly, racking his brains to think about what method he should take to retrieve the divine item he personally designated.

As time passed, Gonggong became more and more anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, and the whole room was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

At this moment, Xuanming finally couldn't hold back any longer and broke the silence first, asking Gonggong: "Brother Gonggong, when can you take us to get the divine treasure from your land?"

As soon as Xuan Ming opened his mouth, Gong Gong and the others didn't react, but Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng opened their eyes wide. If these two were drinking water, they would definitely spray it - isn't Xuan Ming too down-to-earth? Brother...

It can only be said that the environment changes a person silently. I believe that Xuanming himself may not have felt it.

For example, they themselves used to listen to stories about cultivation and mythology, and they could be said to have heard them since they were young.

But after traveling through time, Yu Shuheng turned into a tree spirit that he thought only existed in stories; although Su Xiaoya was still a human, she embarked on the immortal path in fantasy novels - cultivating immortals!

Now, Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng have become accustomed to flying into the sky and diving into the ground, and their world views are also changing quietly.

Thinking of this, the two of them were both stunned. They were also quietly being changed by the environment. At this moment, the two of them woke up and knew that no matter how much they changed, they must remember to stay true to their original aspirations.

The two's sudden enlightenment lasted only a moment, but their minds became clear and their state of mind improved greatly, which would be of great benefit to their future practice.

But when Gonggong heard Xuanming's words, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making his already nervous heartstrings even tighter.

Ugh!

At this moment, Gonggong secretly groaned in his heart. He had originally thought of finding an excuse to avoid this question, but at this moment it seemed completely impossible.

In desperation, Gonggong thought again and again, and responded with a depressed look on his face: "Oh, I...that is..."

Xuanming was speechless. Gonggong struggled for so long, but in the end he still couldn't come up with a single answer. Too slow!

Xuanming couldn't help but glare at Gonggong, and was about to remind him. Fortunately, Gonggong reacted quickly. He didn't want his good brother to say anything, so he simply closed his eyes and let Zhurong laugh if he wanted to: "I don't know where the mayfly flew to!"

Uh!

"ephemera?!"

"ephemera?!"

When they heard the word "Mayfly", everyone present was startled, and several exclamations rang out at the same time.

"You heard it right, the ancestor of witch Gonggong was talking about mayflies!"

"Is it the one that lives in the morning and dies in the evening——Mayfly?!"

They stared at Gong Gong with eyes wide open, looking at him in disbelief, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world. For a moment, everyone's mood was indescribably complicated.

After all, everyone knows that mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening, and their beauty blooms for a moment! They are creatures that can only live for a day. Although everyone thinks that the life of mayflies is full of sadness, no one would think of making mayflies live forever!

This is not kindness, this is cruel!

I really don't know what Gonggong was thinking. The human cultivators cultivate immortality and have to send off generation after generation of their bloodline descendants, which can cause many cultivators to develop inner demons.

After all, the ties of blood and family affection cannot be easily severed, and may even become the obsession of some cultivators, eventually evolving into inner demons that cause these cultivators to fail in their tribulation and die.

So, if a mayfly, which can only live for a few hours, is allowed to live forever, wouldn't it mean that it would have to endure the torment of life and death again and again every day and every moment?

Anyone with a weaker mind would definitely not be able to survive even a single day!

This unfortunate mayfly probably ran away far away. It can only survive by not seeing, hearing, thinking or thinking!

What kind of grudge or hatred is this torture?

Xuan Ming frowned and said, "Gong Gong, why did you decide that the divine product is a mayfly? Isn't this embarrassing for yourself?"

Gong Gong sighed and said slowly: "Back then, by chance, I saw mayflies falling from the sky in large numbers. Their bodies formed a thick layer on the river surface. I couldn't bear it, so..."

"So? So you want to change the fate of the Mayfly clan?" Xuan Ming was so angry that he felt dizzy: "But, do you know that even if you grant the Mayfly a divine product, it does not mean that the Mayfly can start practicing and pass on the practice method."

Xuan Ming took a deep breath. The more he spoke, the angrier he became. The more he spoke, the more he wished he could crack open Gong Gong's brain to see what he was thinking.

But no.

These are old brothers who have been around for several eras. They are like brothers to me!

Therefore, Xuan Ming took a deep breath and asked his soul: "Even if the mayflies are smart, have achieved immortality, and by chance have comprehended the method of cultivation, but if he passes the cultivation method to his people, can those mayflies really practice it?!"

At this moment, Zhu Rong, who had been watching the show jokingly on the side, could not help himself. He really could not have imagined that his "old rival" would be so naive.

Zhu Rong couldn't help but ask curiously: "Gong Gong, have you ever thought that you shouldn't forcefully change the fate of the mayfly? Everything in the world has its own way. If you force it, not only will the mayfly suffer, but you will also be in deep trouble. Is it worth it?"

After hearing what Zhurong said, Gonggong moved his lips but couldn't open them.

Say what?

Xuanming and Zhurong were both right. Even if the mayflies comprehended the cultivation method by chance, and they really passed it on to the mayfly tribe, but mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening, so do they have the chance to comprehend the cultivation method?

Even if a fellow tribesman with innate knowledge and extraordinary talents comprehends it, will he have enough time to practice? Will he have enough time to break through?

Lifespan is the Achilles' heel of the mayfly family.

Time is the insurmountable hurdle for the mayfly clan!

At that time, he was looking at the scene and was touched. In a moment of excitement, he gave the most dazzling and tragic one the responsibility of a divine item at the moment of its fall.

Because, if this was not done at the time, the mayfly would have been killed and would never have survived.

Even today, Gonggong still remembers the beautiful and tragic scene he saw!

At dusk, the setting sun slowly sinks to the west like a golden gem, dyeing the entire sky into a gorgeous sunset.

On the water surface, the waves are sparkling, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red, it is as poetic as a painting.

Suddenly, a large number of mayflies appeared, dancing like a group of elves in the afterglow of the sunset.

Their wings flickered with a faint light, as if trying to show their final beauty. The mayflies flapped their wings vigorously, trying their best to continue the hope of the group, but their lives were about to come to an end.

As time went by, the mayflies gradually ran out of energy and their wings became heavier and heavier. However, they did not give up and continued to flap their wings with all their might, as if they were making a final struggle against fate.

Finally, the mayflies fell into the water one after another. Their wings had stopped flapping long ago, and their bodies floated in the water, forming layer upon layer of thick mayfly corpses. Their pale wings reflected the sunset, blooming with their final splendor.

Although the life of mayflies is short, they show incredible tenacity, courage and perseverance in this short period of time.

Gong Gong stood quietly on the shore, watching all this, and a tear flew from the corner of his eye...

His heart was filled with a huge wave of emotion. Memories of the past surged into his mind like a tide. He thought of the past, Yushan, Chiyou, Yin Lingzi, the Pangolin Tribe, the Shouma Tribe, and even more, those young and old who had fled to Yushan on the brink of life and death...

At that time, when hundreds of tribes fled to Yushan, only one in ten survived. If it weren't for the great witch leading the Jiuli tribe to hold on like a stabilizing force, if it weren't for Chi You leading everyone to fight back like a god of war, if it weren't for Chi You adopting his good advice to build dikes and houses...

Gonggong took a deep breath. Those companions who had fought alongside him had now gone to their own battlefields in the war to save Qingyuan Star. Now he didn't know if they were safe or not...

Once upon a time, the human race was the most vulnerable. For the sake of bloodline inheritance and the continuation of the clan, the elders resolutely fed the monsters with their own bodies, as if that was their final mission.

These skinny old people hoped that their flesh and bones could slow down the pace of the monsters as they were chewed, so that their people could have a little more hope of escaping and run further...

All the old men died, leaving no trace. The young and strong men stepped forward and continued to cover the rear!

The moment the young men fell into the beast's mouth, they hit the monster's eyes with all their might like shooting stars...

Their idea was very simple. Maybe they would succeed? Maybe they could use their last desperate blow to blind the monsters' eyes, buy a few more seconds for their people, and create a tiny chance of escape...

That willingness to die was only due to the humble hope in his heart - hoping that the tribe's prophet could struggle with women, children and children to find a glimmer of hope, and be able to continue the tribe...

Keep living!

What a humble expectation!

However, it was this humble prayer that made the former human race fight with all their might, using their flesh and blood to cover the retreat and sacrificing their lives...

This unforgettable experience made Gonggong recall it all at this moment, and his heart felt heavy and extremely depressed.

They were also fighting for the continuation of their tribe. The tragic sight of mayflies flying to the end of their lives as the sun set made him witness more directly the preciousness and fragility of life, and also strengthened his beliefs.

All he can do is to give a chance of life to the creatures in desperate situations within his sight!

Human beings are so tiny and light as dust in the vast universe.

The life of a mayfly is extremely short, like a grain of millet in the ocean, insignificant in the vast universe.

However, Gonggong just wanted to make some changes at this time!

There is a fire burning in his heart!

He just wanted to see if the mayfly that had gained immortality could change the fate of the mayfly clan, which was born and died every day!

This is what Gonggong thought at that moment. This thought burned fiercely, heating Gonggong's heart and burning away Gonggong's reason. He just wanted to be willful this time.

However, a hundred thousand years have passed, and the former expectations have long been obliterated by the long river of time. If Su Xiaoya and her group had not appeared in front of Gonggong, he would have almost forgotten about the mayfly whose fate had been changed.

Time changes everything!

The twelve ancient witches who were once free were also trapped in this small place for a full 100,000 years.

What is the difference between them today and the mayflies they once were?

Mayflies try their best to continue their tribe, and they try their best just to regain their freedom!

In fact, there is no difference.

So at this moment, Gonggong really regretted it. Because, after seeing the beautiful scenery, how could he be willing to be crushed into mud? !

Gonggong really regretted it!

Those who don’t know are fearless!

Ignorance is painless!

Gonggong was facing everyone's complicated gazes at this moment, and he wanted to dig out a three-bedroom and two-living-room house from the ground with his toes.

There was no way. At this moment, everyone's eyes showed different expressions, some were shocked, some were confused, and some were speechless. These looks were really not something that ordinary people could bear.

Especially Xuanming, who was almost fainted by Gonggong's words.

I wondered in my heart, what on earth is this guy thinking?

It would be fine to designate the mayfly as a divine product, but it is outrageous that they don’t even know where the mayfly went!

What about his sense of responsibility?

Don’t they know that the Twelve Divine Items are the key for them, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, to leave this Jie Zi space?

Or did he never think about going out?

Unlike Xuanming who was angry at the lack of fighting spirit, Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng were more interested in mayflies.

Mayfly!

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

It can be said that on the blue planet, mayflies have been endowed with too many emotions by poets, scholars, and sages.

Mayfly, which symbolizes birth in the early morning and withering at night, is like a flash in the pan and is often used to symbolize the brevity of life.

The poem goes like this: "The feathers of the mayfly make clothes. My heart is worried, so I will go home. The wings of the mayfly make clothes. My heart is worried, so I will go home to rest. The mayfly digs and reads, and the linen clothes are as white as snow. My heart is worried, so I will go home to rest."

The life of a mayfly is as short as a dewdrop in the morning light; it is born in the morning and dies in the evening.

They are like faint candlelight swaying in the wind, which may be blown out at any time, which shows how small and fragile they are in nature.

But even so, mayflies still display amazing beauty.

Their colorful wings are bright and eye-catching, just like dancing butterflies. Even though life is as fleeting as a shooting star across the sky, they still try their best to show their charm.

The wings of mayflies are a masterpiece of nature. The slender wing veins are interwoven like an ancient and mysterious spider web. The numerous longitudinal and transverse veins are intricately arranged together, forming an exquisite painting. These wing veins not only give the wings sufficient strength, but also add a unique beauty.

The surface of the mayfly's wings is like an exquisite folding fan, light and fragile, as if it would break with the slightest touch.

It is this fragile beauty that makes people feel pity.

However, despite the short and fragile life, mayflies still firmly persist in trying to shine the most brilliantly in this limited time.

How long does life take to be generous and make efforts?