A Million Possible

Chapter 133 The Last Supper

New World.

When the brilliance of forcible inspiration enveloped the world, the light on Cheng Lin’s body gradually faded.

The vision in the sky also faded.

However, this scene will always be etched in the hearts of those people.

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The team began to move on.

Yes, even if it is rich enough here, they still move on a little bit.

The previous rainfall caused a dense and endless forest to appear in the southern part of the Qingcang Plateau, next to the mountains.

Forest means the production of wood.

The mountain peak means the supply of stone.

The River of Life has solved people’s most pressing food crisis, but this alone is still not enough.

Three million people, and more will come later, all need housing.

I can’t really face the stars and rest my head on the ground.

Therefore, Cheng Lin led them to the bottom of the mountain and outside the forest.

“You should mine stones, chop down trees, and build dwellings, but remember not to destroy the foundation of the forest, not to waste, and not to disturb the living beings.”

Cheng Lin said so.

He found that he spoke more and more like a stickman.

People remember his words, Qiaoya led the believers in white, and ordered three million people to start to take down the tools and resources brought from those vehicles, and start building houses and planting food.

The first immigrants of the New World were all motivated.

Freed from the crisis of the doomsday, they are extremely grateful to the Prophet and God, and at the same time they are extremely eager to rebuild their homeland.

This doomsday made them all realize the value of civilization.

The practitioners played a surprising role in this process.

For example, simply mining stone, a practitioner is equivalent to walking explosives.

Bengshan gravel is not a problem.

“In the past, practitioners would not do these things.”

Seeing this scene, the director said.

However, when he said this, there was no resentment or dissatisfaction on his face, but a faint smile.

“I used to think that practitioners have been integrated with society, but now it seems that this may be the real integration, making the best use of their talents, and supernatural powers are no longer used for arms races between countries to accumulate bullets. Weapons have become productive forces, exerting power to build more beautiful and practical things, just like this.”

He exclaimed with emotion.

Cheng Lin was holding a book, walking slowly from behind him, and said gently: “All overthrowing and restarting may not be an opportunity for advanced civilization.”

The director turned around and was taken aback: “You mean…”

Cheng Lin shook his head. He did have some thoughts in his heart, but there was no need to say it-if it was bad, wouldn’t it destroy the prophet’s compulsion?

So, he just shook his head and said nothing.

The director’s eyes immediately admired a lot.

“I have sent out the coordinates to the world. In the days to come, people may continue to come to this land, and you still need your assistance. You still need your help and busy with farming and housing. I am a little tired, so I will take a rest.”

Cheng Lin said again.

The director immediately brought his legs together subconsciously and straightened his waist: “That’s natural.”

This ninth rank powerhouse has completely surrendered.

Of course, it was not Cheng Lin that he surrendered, but the great power of creation he represented.

…

Cheng Lin left the crowd all the way, trekking to the nearest mountain.

Strangely speaking, after the rain fell, although the huge plateau turned green, the mountains did not change much.

Especially the mountains that go inward, the snow-capped mountains in the Himalayas, still retain their past appearance, cold, white, and dusty.

The climate here forms an interesting coexistence.

“Probably to ensure the supply of fresh water?”

Cheng Lin thought to himself.

“call.”

Cheng Lin climbed up this hill. There is no snow on the peak, but a layer of pale green turf, which is very cute.

He sat on the top of the hill and put the book in black cover in front of him.

A slightly cold wind came.

“Wow…”

The pages of the book are turned up automatically.

Soon, the surroundings became blurred.

Cheng Lin saw the new writing on the page.

[In the next three months, under your inspiration, the Twelve Apostles led their camp to the Qingcang Plateau, which is the New World. This is destined to be an extremely tragic advance][The power of the doomsday is becoming more and more obvious, the land collapses without warning, food is scarce, disease is plagued, and the sea is ascending. The number of people who die every day is violently ascending, but there are some of the most determined or the luckiest people who are also moving at the same time. Follow in the footsteps of the Twelve Apostles and march towards the land of hope][Compared with the people of Xia, people on the rest of the continent are countless times more difficult. The ocean is isolated from land communication. People can only come here by ship, but after all, there are few ships, so there are only a few. People can come to Xinlu by boat][Some animals are also going to the New World under the guidance. Animals continue to enter the New World. You tell Qiaoya that it is forbidden for anyone to actively hunt these animals. They should have the right to thrive here.][Successively, the Twelve Apostles arrived in this final pure land with the only remaining people. There were only one or two people left. Qiaoya and the Second Secretary received them on your behalf, and they built houses and reclaimed them together. field】

[The apostles came to visit you, but you never walked down this mountain. You did not communicate too much, and they did not disturb your quiet, just worship from a distance][The river of life has filled their belly. There are more and more people on this land. Large tracts of fields have been cultivated and collected seeds are planted. After a rain, those seeds begin to germinate and break the soil. Come out and grow up quickly][Houses have also been built more and more, and centered on this place, spreading to the outside. Qiaoya has absorbed a part of the new believers in white clothes and preached faith. She still comes to report every day, but you don’t care much, she New rules and orders have been established, and religious-like structures have been promoted. Slowly, this land has a new atmosphere of jubilation][Time goes by, you tell Qiaoya, in order to celebrate the survival of mankind from the catastrophe and the beginning of the rebirth of civilization, New World will hold a grand banquet on November 1st, and this day will also be designated as a new birthday. A festival shared by 50 million humans, yes, as of November 1st, about 50 million humans have arrived in the New World. They are the last survivors.]

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[November 1st has arrived, and today is the last day of the end. In Leonardo’s prophecy, this is the so-called “Last Supper”. The banquet at the foot of the mountain is about to begin. You decide to go down the mountain and have a look]

…

The scrolling pages stopped.

Stopped on November 1st.

Namely: the night of the last supper.

The blurred scenery around became clear.

The original day turned into a night full of stars.

Cheng Lin sat on the top of the mountain, raised his head, into his eyes, there were countless stars.

“What a nice view……”

He couldn’t help but let out a sigh of admiration.

Moonlight splashed down.

The starry sky at the top of the snow mountain is extremely brilliant.

It reveals a peaceful atmosphere.

He looked down and saw the little bonfire on the ground.

In the dark, the houses built together are neat and beautiful.

The crops are growing in the endless fertile fields that have been cultivated in the distance.

People followed his instructions and lit a bunch of bonfires on the red ground outdoors.

The flames are little by little, and it contrasts with the beautiful starry sky.

People surrounded the bonfire, prepared food, and laughed and laughed—because of the river of life, many foods brought by vehicles were stored, and they were taken out to celebrate tonight.

The earth is in harmony.

Cheng Lin got up, held the book, and went down the mountain.

Not long after, his feet hit the ground.

The believers in white clothes at the foot of the mountain immediately spotted him and gave salutes one after another.

“My Prophet!”

Someone went to Qiaoya, not long.

With a sound of white clothes, Qiao Ya, full of holy breath, appeared in front of Cheng Lin.

“Are you breakthrough again?”

Cheng Lin said in surprise.

Qiao Ya nodded respectfully: “I just entered the seventh rank yesterday.”

Cheng Lin nodded.

He felt that this was probably a deduction arrangement, and Qiaoya’s Realm Ascension speed was really appalling.

But this was only slightly surprised to him.

“My lord, come with me. The banquet has to wait for you to announce before it can begin, and… your twelve apostles are also waiting for you.”

In the past three months, the twelve people have been familiar with Qiaoya.

During the conversation, Qiaoya also learned that they were the twelve people who were gifted by Cheng Lin twenty years ago.

Upon learning of this, Qiaoya’s awe of Cheng Lin was even higher, and her admiration could not be increased.

“good.”

Cheng Lin nodded, letting Qiaoya lead the way.