Oh no.

The Yihen people don't care about these things at all. They are tired of their long lives and naturally won't consider anything in the material world anymore.

Soon, they will return to the ether.

Zhang Yi lowered his head and asked softly, "Can I ask, does the Creator you mentioned have a name?"

"Name? The Creator is the Creator. He doesn't need anyone to call him by his name."

"It's just that for symbolic purposes, we use the first voice humans heard from the oracle as his name."

“That voice is [JHW].”

Zhang Yi closed his eyes. At this moment, everything formed a closed loop.

"JHW, Jehovah. Kagawa, Panga, Atum, Apsu, Jehovah."

Zhang Yi thought of many things in a trance, and his mind was clear at this moment.

At this time Ling said another sentence.

"And we, the Yihen people, also call it the [Origin], or [Chaos]."

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

"That's quite a coincidence."

Before they knew it, they had reached the top of the stairs. There was a huge platform here, and the huge Tianyu Palace was hanging high above their heads like stars, making people look up unconsciously and feel awe in their hearts.

But after stepping onto the platform, Zhang Yi discovered that he was not the only person here.

In addition to him, there were two other people coming from another road.

One is Yang Xinxin, and the other is Yitugal, the king of the Cangyuan tribe.

"I thought I was the only one who passed the trial."

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Yitugal coldly.

Once this guy leaves this world, he will definitely become a huge threat to Zhang Yi and even the entire human race.

Next to Itugal stood a knight wearing a cross mask.

Beside Yang Xinxin stood two knights, the one wearing the Mad Dog Helmet and the one wearing the Thorn Helmet.

Zhang Yi looked at Ling in confusion: "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what kind of existence are you?"

Ling said, "We are a [humanoid contact device for organic life forms] created by the administrators. All members of the Yihen tribe have left their organic existence and entered the Tianyu Palace as spirits."

"However, when carrying out special missions, we need to reduce the dimension, so we imitate the Creator and build this terminal."

She looked at Zhang Yi, and the indifference on her face slowly faded away, returning to the eccentric nature of the former Agent Ling.

"We sensed that this world was about to enter a new cycle, so we sent me to find a life that could inherit everything we had."

She looked in the other two directions and said calmly, "In the final trial, everyone died. So the administrators asked us to vote for someone to inherit everything of the Yihen tribe."

"Every knight has the right to vote."

"Obviously, the girl next to you is more popular."

Zhang Yi shrugged: "She has always been the best!"

Zhang Yi has never been stingy with his praise for his companions.

Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding, but they looked at Yitugal with vigilance in their eyes.

Yitugal also looked at the two of them slowly with an unfriendly look.

"The Yihen clan's legacy should belong to me alone. How could such lowly creatures appear here?"

He said dissatisfiedly.

The Crusader looked at him and said, "Everything is arranged by fate. This gift may be heavy. Are you truly prepared?"

Yitugal replied without hesitation, "Of course! For this, I'm willing to give everything. Even my life!"

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked up at the Tianyu Palace in the sky.

At this moment, he realized that this was the most important thing to him.

What exactly is the legacy of the Yihen people?

The source of God?

No, he already understood what the source of God was.

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