Rebirth of Fantasy God

One by one, the names of individuals flashed through Wang Yan's mind, including Shen Luoxian, Tang Lin, Zhao Xiaoping, and the children chosen by Nuwa, the will of the Earth, such as Liu Feifei and others.

Seeing that Wang Yan had been looking at the things he had taken out, Zhuo Feichen knew that Wang Yan still remembered the interactions with his ancestors, so he took the opportunity to take out the handwritten letter written by the No. 2 leader.

Zhuo Feichen: "Your Majesty, this is a letter left by my ancestor after entering the secret realm, which has been passed down from generation to generation through descendants. The ancestor said that if our human race can reproduce without self-destruction until the end of the first catastrophe in the prehistoric world, when our human race returns to the prehistoric world, it will definitely be extremely uncomfortable with the environment of the prehistoric world. At that time, if the human race in the secret realm wants to survive in the prehistoric world, they can only seek help from the human race who stayed in the prehistoric world to develop. After all, these people who are greedy for life and afraid of death can survive the first catastrophe in the prehistoric world. There is no reason that the human race led by a strong man like you in the prehistoric world cannot survive the hardships of the prehistoric world."

Wang Yan waved his hand, and the letter that Zhuo Feichen had been holding in his hand for more than 100,000 years finally arrived in the hands of the recipient it had been waiting for.

Wang Yan unfolded the letter. Although the handwriting inside had gone through years, it was still clearly legible, which showed that it was well preserved. The content of the letter was very little, only a request from an old man who was worried about the people of his country. He wanted Wang Yan to provide some help to the human race who returned to the prehistoric world from the secret realm because he was also a descendant of Yanhua.

After entering the secret realm, the second leader keenly realized that there was a lack of spiritual energy in the secret realm. Without sufficient spiritual energy, the cultivation level of the human cultivators in the secret realm would not be high, and their generation would find it difficult to escape the fate of death from old age. The second leader immediately realized that the human beings who chose to enter the secret realm had been calculated by the way of heaven in the prehistoric world.

Just as the No. 2 leader guessed, the way of heaven in the prehistoric world was to allow the human race in the secret realm to become food for the demon race again after their return according to the original plot, so the human race was arranged to go to the secret realm to survive the first catastrophe in the prehistoric world.

This made the No. 2 leader very worried, but he helplessly discovered that he could not change anything. Although there were billions of people living in the secret realm, large numbers did not mean that they had an advantage. At this moment, they were like characters in a movie and could only move forward slowly according to the plot of the movie. They could no longer escape from the movie filmed for them by Tiandao.

After reading the letter, Wang Yan was silent for a long time.

Zhuo Feichen looked at Wang Yan nervously, knowing that this letter was the last hope for the survivors. At this time, Wang Yan slowly raised his head and looked at Zhuo Feichen and the other two with complicated eyes.

"You guys go down and have a rest first. I need to think about this matter again." Wang Yan did not agree in the end. He just said that he would think about it. This made Zhuo Feichen feel cold in his heart, but he could only retreat with two guards.

At night, Wang Yan returned to Chen Xi's bedroom. Chen Xi was also waiting for Wang Yan. Seeing the look on Wang Yan's face, Chen Xi asked worriedly, "Ah Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Yan shook his head and said, "Nothing happened. It's just that someone from the survivors came to me today with a letter from the No. 2 leader. Do you still remember the No. 2 leader when we were still on Earth?"

Chen Xi thought about it and asked tentatively: "Is it the high-ranking official from Yanhua Country who witnessed our wedding?"

Wang Yan: "I also forgot whether it was the No. 2 leader or the No. 3 leader who witnessed our wedding. I just remember that you were very beautiful at that time. I don't remember anything else!"

As Wang Yan was talking, he felt a high temperature and was suddenly startled. This was a sign that Chen Xi was losing control of his emotions.

Wang Yan quickly thought that he and Chen Xi had been married for more than 100,000 years, and they had been together for less than a year. He already felt very sorry for Chen Xi. Although Chen Xi had always been tolerant and generous, he might also care about it in his heart. He just said that he didn't remember anything about their wedding. You know, women care a lot about their weddings, so after Wang Yan noticed Chen Xi's mood change, he quickly smoothed it over.

Noticing the shy smile on Chen Xi's face, Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly talked about business to distract Chen Xi's attention: "When I was on Earth before, the high-ranking official of Yanhua Country who left me a letter was very nice to me. I originally didn't intend to care about the affairs of the survivors. They have lived in the secret realm for more than 100,000 years, and the most precious characteristics of our human race have been worn away by the prehistoric heaven. Although we still have the same appearance and culture as them, I know that they have become authentic prehistoric creatures."

Chen Xi hugged Wang Yan gently and rested her head on his chest. Wang Yan's sweet words just now made her a little emotional. Chen Xi whispered: "Ah Yan, the survivors didn't say they wanted to join the human race this time. They just want to get help from the human race. The prehistoric world is so big that even if the survivors have a population of 2 trillion, they can still be arranged. They are afraid that the prehistoric world is too dangerous. We can think of a way to quickly improve their own strength. How about arranging for the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn tribes to protect the survivors for 3,330 years each? The three tribes have been together for almost a year, and the survivors themselves should also improve their strength."

Chen Xi's words gave Wang Yan, the person in charge, a new idea. Wang Yan soon thought of a way to quickly help the survivors. Seeing that Wang Yan's problem was solved, Chen Xi took him to rest.

The night passed quickly.

Wang Yan accompanied Chen Xi to finish breakfast in her palace, and then went to his office yesterday with a refreshed mind. He was going to solve the problem of the survivors today.

After asking the guards to find Zhuo Feichen and the other two, Wang Yan got straight to the point and said, "Zhuo Feichen, let me be frank with you. You survivors are completely different from the human race, so it is impossible for you survivors to join the human race. The biggest difficulty you survivors are facing now is that you have no ability to protect yourself in the prehistoric world. This magic weapon I have here should be very suitable for you."

When Zhuo Feichen first heard Wang Yan's direct rejection, he felt completely hopeless and had completely given up on the remnants joining the human race again. Zhuo Feichen was a little depressed. Without the deterrence of the human race, the monsters in the prehistoric world would treat the remnants like Tang Monk's flesh. Even though Wang Yan later said that he would give the remnants magic weapons to protect themselves, he was still very pessimistic. After all, how many people could be protected by one or hundreds of magic weapons in the face of the 1.8 trillion population of the remnants?