Brother is really tough

Chapter 158 26b. The Door to the World
When the white awns dissipated, what Bai Yiduo saw was a world with dense vegetation, clear rivers, and the fragrance of birds and flowers.

In this world, Bai Yiduo cannot see himself, as if he is a tree, a cloud, or the ubiquitous wind, a speck of dust floating in the wind,
He saw that there was a river in front of him, the river was rushing, the trees on both sides were dense, and white cranes were soaring...

Suddenly one day, the space between the world and the earth became distorted, and a huge bottle fell from the sky and landed in the dense forest beside the river.

In Bai Yiduo's eyes, it was a huge bottle, shaped like a bottle mountain.

In other words, Pingshan looks exactly like this bottle!
After the bottle landed, a group of people walked out,

There are men, there are women, there are old people, there are children,

And they look tired,

Some are disabled, some are dying, and some are cold corpses.

There are men who are healthy enough to wear bandages,

Women, children and children are full of fear and trembling,
However, when they walked out of the bottle, they seemed to have gained a new life, and they knelt down and cried bitterly,

Some even kiss the earth, embrace the big tree, and cry to the stone.

Soon, these people settled down, took Pingshan as their camp, and multiplied.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the war broke out!

A group of unknown people attacked the Pingshan tribe, and the people fought hard.

The war lasted for a long time, and the protracted war allowed the Pingshan ethnic group to cultivate many talented people, and also made the entire ethnic group more solidified.

However, as the war subsided, this large group began to split from within again.

Many years have passed, the base camp of Pingshan has become weaker and weaker, and the group has declined.

In contrast, there are many sects and temples all over the sides of the mountains.

These sects attacked and invaded each other, and the war never subsided.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, time flies,

In front of Bai Yiduo's eyes, the five sects along the Miluo River and countless cultivating families gradually formed.

And in this process of evolution, everyone forgets where they came from, and Pingshan has really become a deserted mountain, with only a group of monkeys, migrating migratory birds, and lush forests.

"Is this the origin of Pingshan? Or the origin of this world?"

"No, this world itself exists, what is different is a group of human beings who came suddenly."

"So, the human beings in this world were brought by the bottle? Or, some of the human beings were brought by the bottle mountain?"

"So……"

Bai Yiduo raised her face subconsciously, looking at the sky that she couldn't see now.

"Where did this bottle come from? What kind of place is that?"

Just when Bai Yiduo was fascinated and imaginative, suddenly, a flash of white light flashed in front of his eyes,

As the dazzling light dissipated, what appeared in front of Bai Yiduo was another scene.

The same mountains and forests, the same great rivers, the same fragrance of birds and flowers,

Bai Yiduo saw a peaceful village in front of him, smoke rising from the kitchen, cattle working, women picking mulberries, children shepherding sheep...

A mountain village, a city-state, a street,

Bai Yiduo couldn't see himself anymore, he was like a gust of wind, or like a grain of sand, a leaf, or a mayfly carried by the strong wind,
However, his eyes can overlook everything, and he can have a panoramic view of the peaceful and prosperous world.

In this world, there is no sect, no fairyland,

There are city-states everywhere, and city-states that rule the city-states,

And a kingdom was pieced together from the city, the kingdom has the imperial city, the capital,
There are no wars between imperial cities, no armies, and no harsh royal rule.

Until one day, a huge bottle fell from the sky,

The bottle was inserted obliquely on the south bank of a large river, and many people came out of the bottle, whether they were the wounded, or the old and weak, women and children, or cold corpses.

At first, the nearby city-states helped these people, provided them with food and medical care, and helped them get acquainted with the world,
With the help of the aborigines, these outsiders began to cultivate and thrive,
But soon, they began to be dissatisfied with the status quo. As the ethnic group grew, they began to expand their territories.
At the beginning, it was a city-state, followed by the entire south bank, and finally the entire river basin...

These people are very aggressive,
Gradually, the imperial city was threatened, and the army began to be suppressed.
But it's too late,

In the process of aggression and resistance, after a hundred years, many small countries that could not resist were destroyed, countless altars were destroyed,

Hundreds of years passed, and the wind of the war suddenly changed. A descendant of the extinct imperial city re-emerged, leading the clansmen to kill back with overwhelming momentum,
Hundreds of years later, a rising power appeared in the decayed Pingshan group, and it began to turn the tide of battle.

In this way, after an unknown number of years of tug-of-war, the prototype of the current world gradually became clear.
With the descendants of the Pingshan tribe, countless great sects gradually formed, distributed in the eastern part of the Tiantuo Strait, and ruled the Rongcheng world in the eastern region.

And the Yunlei Daoji Sect and the Ghostly Ghost Sect are just members of this huge group, neither small nor huge,

On the other side of the strait is a powerful force that has emerged after tens of thousands of years of hereditary and reform.
They call themselves the Protoss, guarding the last imperial city ruins in the world,
And, the last altar in the ruins.

It is said that the altars of the gods are the foundation of the world, as long as all the altars are destroyed, the world will collapse, and the gate of the world will open...

……

When the white light suddenly appeared, everything in front of my eyes gradually became blurred.

Bai Yiduo felt dizzy, staggered two steps with the iron rod on her head, and shook her head, only to realize that what she saw was nothing but the past, a dream.

"Why are there two different versions?"

After thinking about it, it may be a difference in perspective.

After the fall of Pingshan, from the perspective of people in the Eastern Region, they have been fighting civil wars for tens of thousands of years to simplify foreign aggression.

From the perspective of people from the Western Regions, after the fall of Pingshan, a group of invaders came. They were very aggressive and had been attacking cities and territories, but they had simplified their own internal structure.

Bai Yiduo doesn't believe that Ruo Da's territory in the Western Regions will return to the world,
If those so-called Protoss were really closely united, it would be impossible for the descendants of Pingshan to occupy the entire Eastern Region.

In other words, what he sees are just the rules of the world from different angles.

"Hey! Seeing is just seeing after all. Sometimes, seeing is not necessarily believing!"

Bai Yiduo sighed, rubbed his palms together, and became very interested in the Saint Dou armor.

"I saw it just now, but I haven't participated yet!" Thinking of this, Bai Yiduo was a little excited, and touched the iron rod in his hand, full of anticipation.

"I want to personally participate in a battle between them..."

As Bai Yiduo thought about it, suddenly a cloud of black mist bloomed in front of his eyes,
The black mist expanded rapidly, submerging Bai Yiduo in the black mist in an instant,

Immediately afterwards, as the black mist dissipated in the secret realm of Pingshan, Bai Yiduo only felt his body shake, and then opened his eyes, a number appeared in his mind for no reason,
"Three hundred... years ago?"

It is said that the last battle of gods was launched by Yunlei Dao Jizong 300 years ago.
The battle at that time was very fierce, and even the Blood Mountain Palace of the Demon Sect also participated.

It's just that something happened later, the suzerain of Yunlei Daoji Sect, Taoist Chi Ling; and Venerable Mo Yan of Xueluan Palace;

This disappearance lasted for more than three hundred years.
Not long ago, Taoist Chi Ling suddenly returned to the sect, reorganized resources, and launched a battle of gods again.

Bai Yiduo could probably think of Taoist Chi Ling and Venerable Mo Yan being sealed by the chessboard because they competed for the inheritance. Speaking of which, it was he who saved the two by mistake.

"So, this year's Battle of the Gods has a direct relationship with me, Bai Yiduo."

Thinking of this, Bai Yiduo felt mixed feelings.

If he doesn't concoct alchemy indiscriminately, he doesn't need to find materials to refine Xilin Pill,

If you don't go to the cave to find materials, you won't release Taoist Chi Ling and Venerable Mo Yan,

If Taoist Chi Ling hadn't returned to the sect, he wouldn't have launched another war of gods,

If there is no battle of gods, his elder brother Bai Hao would not have to go to Yunlei Dao Jizong...

"This damn thing is the butterfly effect!"

(End of this chapter)