Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

The yellow sand submerged the tall body of the battle armor.

He could feel the fabric against his skin being gnawed at. The teeth-grinding rustling sound was followed by a cool, damp sensation.

He knew clearly that without the mud and sand on the Divine Road as armor, he would not be able to walk out of this wasteland.

Just as his fingers disappeared out of thin air, his body, and even his entire being would be swallowed up by the yellow sand.

Zhan Kai didn't want to look at his broken body. He knew without thinking that there were black bugs clinging there. To them, he was just a walking buffet restaurant.

Of course, now I can’t even move.

His head, the only part exposed, tilted slightly, his eyes looking longingly into the distance.

That was where he came from. He once tried to gain power that rivaled the Mother Tree through the Divine Road.

Turning his head again, he could see a green pillar standing in another direction within his sight.

Let’s just assume that He is the mother tree, so that his behavior of removing the mud won’t seem too stupid.

Zhan Kai actually found it funny, but in reality, he had done something quite foolish. How could he send equipment to the "enemy"? Clearly, his goal was the same as those bugs', wasn't it?

However, when he saw the fire rising from the branches and leaves, his heart ached.

Every time a ray of light passed through the leaf veins, he would wonder, is this the little creature living on the leaf veins calling for help?

When the dead leaves are burned and roll up their last wail, he will wonder, is this the little people screaming for the destruction of their homeland?

His memory gradually became blurred, and Zhan Kai had forgotten how he led his people to escape from the fire.

He vaguely remembered that there was a brown and slightly damp path under his feet, and the fire would not ignite on that path.

Forget it.

It’s meaningless, this was Zhan Kai’s last thought.

There was no pain when being bitten by black bugs. Or perhaps he couldn't feel it. After all, he only deserved to see the bodies disappear, but he didn't know where they went.

Zhan Kai then looked to the side, at the "creatures" he had defeated with his own hands. Perhaps due to the divine path's illusion, they still maintained the appearance of death, staring at Zhan Kai.

Zhan Kai raised his eyes and met Wu Wang's gloomy eyes.

"sorry."

This was the first time that the brave patriarch of the Zhuhao clan admitted his mistake.

At the same time, he paid with his life as the price of his "stupidity".

……

Wu Wang in the cave suddenly felt something.

He clutched his clothes tightly at his chest, as if a pair of hands were holding his breath.

Suffocation, pain, sweat spread on the forehead and neck in an instant.

He was completely unable to breathe.

"what!"

Wu Wang roared hoarsely.

He ran out of the cave almost madly, regardless of his image.

Zhu Hao's tribe was not big, and it was only a few minutes' walk from his residence to the newly planted wood garden.

He fell countless times during this short journey of just a few minutes. Finally, he was supported by his tribesmen and finally reached the tree he had been longing for.

The tree symbolizing the armor stood in the center of the woodland. It once towered above all the other trees. Its branches, pitch-black as iron, gleamed with a cold, icy light in the sunlight. But its leaves were redder than those of any other member of the tribe. They resembled a beating heart, a burning flame.

But now, there is nothing here.

It was so empty, as if all his previous memories were illusions.

A look of confusion flashed across Wu Wang's face.

"Chief, what's wrong with you?"

The tribesman who helped him here asked in confusion.

Everything about Wu Wang's appearance returned to normal, and he was still the calm and composed patriarch of the Zhuhao clan.

"We have received the message from the Mother Tree, but you must have been so tired that you forgot that the sacred tree is on the other side."

……

"Did you forget?"

Wu Wang stretched out his hand and slowly covered his eyes.

“Who was originally planted here?”

"No."

The tribesmen were very sure.

"No……"

He seemed to be mumbling. The emotion just now had come more intensely and gone more rapidly, just like now, he could not recall what happened a few minutes ago.

"Maybe I'm too tired."

Wu Wang raised his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"I think you are too nervous, Chief."

When Wu Wang walked out of the wooden garden, for some unknown reason, he looked at the empty space again, his eyes filled with tears.

"The Son of God is about to mature."

This pupa was the first pupa to grow after the sacred tree was transplanted. Strangely, after checking the entire clan, no one was the parent of the pupa. As a member of the Zhuhao clan, he was also tacitly considered the sacred tree's illegitimate child, the divine son.

"When it grows into a seedling, plant it in the empty space just now."

Wu Wang heard his own voice.

……

Just as Wu Wang was guarding the immature Son of God, Jiang Hao was squatting in front of Feng Shu's bed.

They are all waiting, but they don't know what they are waiting for.

Until one day, even the sun jumped out of the horizon, emitting a multicolored light.

All sentient beings, intelligent and unintelligent, stopped what they were doing and looked towards the east in unison.

An invisible wind blows across the land.

They know that a new life has begun.

It is not a new day following another, but a new era with new powers.

That day, the fruit ripened, and like a script from a tree branch, a young man emerged and called out to Wu Wang, "Father."

That day, Feng Shu woke up, and before he could fully control his body, he was hugged by Jiang Hao.

A new start.

Shen Jin was still sitting on the tree trunk, watching the people of the Youxu clan pass through the customs and leave.

Shuchazi was also standing aside, looking thoughtful.

"You see, these are the most ordinary templates, but when you give them life, they themselves are miracles."

Shen Jin snatched away His script again.

The more he flipped through the pages, the more his brows furrowed.

Is this world consciousness a love-brained one? Why is it that every day it is talking about who it falls in love with at first sight, who falls in love with someone else, and who helps it complete the racial integration?

Therefore, it is not a good thing to have a world consciousness that is too controlling.

Shen Jin could only raise His hand when he could no longer bear it, asking Him to spare the innocent creatures in His writing.

In order to change the subject, Shen Jin mentioned the battle armor again.

"He's on a warpath, and you don't care at all."

"Do not."

The tree branch was furious and raging because it couldn't get the plot back, so it lashed the ground with a branch.

He was so cowardly that he lashed out on the side away from Shen Jin.

Speaking of battle armor, He felt that his good mood for writing the script was gone.

Shubazi fell to the ground dejectedly: "Just pretend that I don't have this child."

I have done a great thing for you, my child. I hope you don’t cry with excitement when the time comes.

"Why don't we guess who's coming here next!"

The branch suddenly felt happy.

The Youxu clan still has one war left, while the Zhuhao clan still has room for slumber and rebirth.

Tsk, I've been here for so long, and I've only left halfway. Shen Jin was a little dissatisfied.

"Zhu Hao."

Shen Jin looked into the distance: "Pack up, they are coming."