And he knew... this was most likely a "nothing story" that really happened, but everything had passed. Just relying on the ancient texts on the rock wall and the spirit left by an unknown translator was not enough to prove anything.

"The storm just blew through."

A familiar female voice sounded in his ears.

Gu Shen was slightly startled.

A figure that was incompatible with the dream was suspended next to her. Mu Wanqiu, who was reading the text with her, also came to the history recorded by "The Traveler".

"Storm..." Gu Shen turned around and asked, "Have you ever experienced a storm?"

"I've experienced it, but it's not as serious as the one in Gubao." Mu Wanqiu said in a very soft voice: "With the captain here, very few people died, but those who died were very miserable...as miserable as them."

Her voice sounded like the autumn wind.

There is a vague desolation, but no strong sadness.

But this is actually the true feeling after experiencing a storm, because in the face of that kind of disaster, death is just a momentary thing, as light and fluttering as the autumn wind blowing fallen leaves.

Gu Shen fell into silence.

The reason why he felt that the scene in front of him was more cruel than the dream was because he had personally experienced the terrifying source storm.

The picture in front of me is the scene after the storm of semen swept across and the god of death came.

Crying, asking for help, wailing...

More and more people are dying.

The technological level of the ancient humans six hundred years ago was amazing. The ship was caught in a storm, but it was not directly crushed... It is a pity that the ship crashed. Even if there are lucky people alive, they are destined to not find their way home.

.

A very lucky few are still alive.

They live in independent cabins and rely on stored food to survive the long years.

There are also some people who decide to "hibernate"...waiting for rescue from their compatriots.

But they don't know.

There will be no rescue.

The main fleet will not look back. The human race moves forward inexorably towards the south. Like burning fireworks, it keeps falling off and peeling off. In the end, only a very small number of the chosen ones can land on the five continents.

Choosing "sleep" at this moment is equivalent to pressing the delayed end button for life.

Their dormant cabins will be buried in dust and go deep underground. Even if they wake up successfully one day, what they will see will only be an even more desolate wasteland.

And true despair.

The remaining survivors accepted the reality of being abandoned...

Some of them chose to commit suicide.

In this desolate and broken [old world], suicide may not be a bad choice.

Those who wanted to survive began to consolidate supplies and decided to rely on the resources of the broken ship to form a new survival team and continue southward.

And this is the origin of the derivative development of the "Traveler" clan.

Humanity has experienced an extremely long history of migration.

In the vast [Old World], I don’t know how many broken ships are buried, and I don’t know how many victims... These people should have died quickly in the wasteland, but natural selection is engraved in the blood of living things.

the original gene in.

These survivors are like little sparks, gathering together in the darkness, hugging each other, and keeping warm.

If they want to live longer, they must "unite".

If they want to go further, they must "evolve".

Fortunately...

God did not leave them with nothing.

Abandoned by the main fleet...not only these homeless people, but also an "unplanned" fragment of the gospel box.

Although the ancient humans at that time had extremely high technological levels, their exploration of extraordinary abilities was not as comprehensive as it is today.

This group of homeless people elected a leader who was powerful enough and became the master of the fragment of the gospel box...

Under the protection of the "God's Throne".

They began to search for "broken ships" one after another, scavenging as much supplies as possible, and looking for "sleepers".

For those "sleeping ones", they will inform them of the situation... There are many people who firmly believe that rescue will arrive and still choose to hibernate. Only a few choose to leave the hibernation cabin and gather with them.

that's all.

The abandoned people became an independent group. They knew that without ships, they would never be able to reach the extremely remote "oasis".

All they can do is survive and reproduce as much as possible...

In this wasteland.

And what they can rely on.

Only the fragment of the gospel box.

Gu Shen and Mu Wanqiu stood in the long river of history written by travelers.

The two watched this shocking evolutionary history in silence.

The leader who is in charge of the fragments of the Gospel Box selflessly gives the power of God to every follower, every old human who wants to live... He regards everyone as his [apostle], and in this way

There is only one consequence.

That is, his power was sucked dry by the huge group.

But the fragment of the gospel box showed a "miracle"...

The travelers living in the darkness gradually developed vertical pupils, wings, and slender limbs. They could move freely under high gravity and breathe at will in the air filled with essence. Their lungs would

Automatically filter those harmful gases... But because the oxygen content in the [Old World] is too low, their lungs have evolved to be better than those of loggerhead turtles. One breath can last for more than ten hours, and they only need to breathe twice a day.

three times.

But it is a pity that there is no clear concept of time in the [Old World].

Day and night are reversed, extreme day and extreme night, which is an unpredictable natural phenomenon in a world where order has collapsed.

Therefore, they can survive the extremely hot days without sleeping for a long time, or they can hibernate for a long time and endure the sudden cold winter.

In the years of fighting against the "collapse of order", the travelers relied on this "gospel box fragment" to achieve incredible life-level transitions and evolution in just a few decades.

But even so, it's still not enough.

Too many people died in the [Old World], because of the bad influence of the essence in the void. No matter how they combined, it was difficult to give birth to children... Even if they tried their best to protect the pregnant "mother", the children in their wombs

It is still difficult to survive.

In such a disaster, a baby born successfully may be luckier than those who arrived at the oasis.

They were born and grew up under meticulous care.

There is an injection of fresh blood.

Only this ethnic group on the verge of fragmentation can survive.

Only when a new leader is born can the travelers take up the banner and fight against the fate of genocide in this broken world.

There are fewer and fewer of them, fewer and fewer...

The journey is getting longer and longer.

And finally, their journey reached its end.

The end of the screen——

It was a dark snow-capped mountain deep in the [Old World] whose specific address could not be traced. A tall figure in black robe stood in front of the snow-capped mountain, with a pale and dark flame burning between his eyebrows.

Hades.

On the top of the dark snowy mountain, the leader holding the fragment of the gospel box spread out his gray wings, suspended in the air, and looked at Pluto.

The traveler wrote this in the rock wall corridor record.

"We know that one day, we will return to our homeland. But we don't know, can a homeland that we have never set foot still be considered our homeland?"

"That man promised to open the [door] for us to return to our hometown."

"But the premise is that we must build a palace for him, cut his wings, bless the gospel box in his blood, and weave it into a robe... This is an unfair deal, but we have no choice."

"Everything - to return."

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(ps: The plot is really important recently, but I can only write so much while ensuring the quality. Today is 9,500 words, so there is no choice but to stop here. I will continue to stay up late to write some, but tonight

There will be no more updates. I will try to publish another big chapter at noon tomorrow.)
Chapter completed!