The world in the box

The world in the box, the black sand continent, the northern snowfield, the cold wind howling.

On the endless snowfield, Saint Ling was motionless, like an ice sculpture standing still.

Behind her stood tens of thousands of temple guards, and in front of her was a long crack.

This narrow crack divided the sky into two halves from south to north.

"What is this?" Ling frowned, feeling uneasy.

After receiving the revelation from the gods, Ling had already known the existence of this crack and what it was.

However, when Ling really saw this crack, she realized that this matter had already exceeded her cognition.

"To split the sky in half, only they can do such a thing."

Ling looked up at the crack and thought of the divine revelation she had just received not long ago:

【The end of the world is coming, and the shadow of the other world will cover the earth.

Those who give everything will become the sword of destiny.

Those who are hesitant will open the door to the other world.

The giant chosen by fate will be born among the people.

The righteous brave wields the sword of destiny and brings the hope of dawn.

This is a legend of the fusion of bravery and destiny, and a great feat that will be recorded in history.

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Ling knows that this is not only a revelation, but also a prophecy.

The malice from the other world will descend on the whole world, and the endless crack in front of her is the door to the other world.

What Ling has to do is to build a line of defense in the north, a powerful fortress, before the crack opens.

At the end of the 52nd year of God's Descent, under the leadership of Saint Ling, the Giant Wall Project officially began. Ling decided to build a huge wall south of the crack.

In the 56th year of God's Descent, a black stone fell from the crack in the alien world. Saint Ling ordered the scene to be blocked and the black stone was transported back to the land of God's Descent and suppressed under the Temple of Light.

In the 62nd year of God's Descent, the Giant Wall Fortress was finally built. The huge wall, like a winding giant snake, isolated the crack in the alien world in the north of the north.

In the 68th year of God's Descent, Saint Ling's life was about to end. According to her order, the temple guards sent the saint back to the land of God's Descent overnight.

At the end of the 68th year of God's Descent, the land of God's Descent, the Temple of Light, a snowy night.

The saint who had been lying in bed for a long time suddenly stood up.

She seemed to have a premonition of something, dragging her old body to the window.

Outside the window, heavy snow was flying, just like the winter when she first saw the gods.

The difference is that on the snow, there are no longer refugees struggling to survive, but ordinary people with hope on their faces.

In everyone's mind, it was Ling who changed everything.

But Ling knew who changed everything.

Thinking of this, Ling looked up at the sky, her eyes full of eagerness, gratitude, and a hint of expectation.

She expected the gods to stop again.

However, until death, Ling did not wait for the look back that lingered in her dreams.

When the sun rose again, when the snow began to melt.

The first saint of the Temple of Light came to the end of her life.

Before closing her eyes, Ling felt that she was in the warm light column again.

In Ling's mind, her life flashed.

At the age of 1, she landed in a fisherman's house. When she was born, the wind chimes in the window suddenly rang.

At the age of 3, the war took away Ling's father, leaving her and her mother to depend on each other.

At the age of 6, Ling's mother, who depended on each other for life, died on a quiet evening due to overwork. Ling knew what death was for the first time.

At the age of 9, Ling was used to the life of wandering. At that time, her biggest wish was to have a full meal.

At the age of 12, Ling was adopted and she felt that her life finally saw the light of day.

At the age of 15, the war took away Ling's family again. She became a refugee and began to flee.

At the age of 16, this year was the most unforgettable year in Ling's life. She saw the gods.

In the following 69 years, Ling has been waiting around the statue and dedicated her life.

More than 80 years have condensed a series of short but unforgettable pictures, which appear in Ling's mind one by one.

At the end of the picture, a familiar voice suddenly sounded:

"I can save you, but what can you give?"

"I can give everything I have, including my past and present lives."

"Those who give everything will become the sword of destiny."

As the past voices fell, Ling's body seemed to burn.

No, it was not a flame.

It was a pure light.

Temple priests watching

Seeing this scene, they all cried out in surprise and then knelt on the ground.

Then, the earth began to tremble, and rays of light that ordinary people could not see flew out from the bodies of each life and landed on Ling.

After a moment, the light dissipated.

Ling's body had disappeared, leaving only a white stone slab and a stone sword inserted in the stone.

She fulfilled her promise and gave everything she had.

So far, the transaction was completed.

...

The pious saint did not see the god she had been thinking about until her death.

At this moment, the god she followed was in the lost room, carefully observing the corpse of the god.

The brilliant fall of mortals, in the eyes of the gods, was nothing more than the fireworks that crossed the sky, so short.

For Lin Ming at this moment, the most important thing was the upcoming war of civilizations.

He had already placed his chess piece in the world in the box, but it was not enough.

Lin Ming thought of the nameless corpse in the room.

That was the corpse of the previous creator, a real corpse.

In the legend of Lin Ming's hometown, the blood of gods generally has the ability to grow flesh from bones.

I don't know if the corpse in front of me also has this ability.

Before, Lin Ming also tried to throw his hair and other things into the world in the box, but they were all blocked by an invisible force.

Obviously, He cannot directly establish a connection with the world in the box.

The Saint Bell was an accident, and I don't know if this corpse will be another accident.

Thinking of this, Lin Ming looked at the corpse again.

Six hands, three eyes, and a body that is perfect and can't be more perfect. This is the first impression that this corpse gave Lin Ming.

And now, when looking at this corpse again, Lin Ming has a new discovery.

This corpse seems to be integrated with the surrounding environment, which reminds Lin Ming of a word, natural.

Yes, the girl's body seemed to have merged with the entire room.

Lin Ming carefully poked the corpse and found that it was terribly hard.

Even though He had become the creator, He could not destroy this corpse.

However, Lin Ming did not give up. He tried hard and finally broke the arm of the corpse.

However, in a flash, the wound on the corpse's hand healed and recovered as before.

Only a drop of God's blood was left on the ground.

"One drop of blood is enough. If I can really dissect the whole corpse, I dare not use it in the world in the box."

After all, the world in the box is too fragile now. Not to mention the whole corpse, I am afraid that even this drop of God's blood may not be able to accommodate it.

Lin Ming picked up the drop of God's blood and came to the world in the box.

Without any hesitation, He dripped the drop of God's blood into the world in the box.

70 years after the God descended, there was red rain, falling on the world.

In the same year, a beast transformed into a human, and the extraordinary era began.