Humans would not be annihilated by natural disasters. The only ones who could annihilate this race were themselves.
Du Kang had long forgotten which foreign white-bearded old man had said such nonsense. Back then, he only felt that it was pretentious. Of course, it was worth thinking about. However, today, when Du Kang thought of it again, he felt more fear. It was a deep, bone-deep, soul-deep fear.
Because of an illusory legend, a story that should have been taboo and shelved, a piece of history that sounded like nonsense.
According to Ran Jing, it was as if she was there. Du Kang seemed to have personally witnessed the final battle that destroyed the Primordial World, the Twilight of the Gods.
That piece of land known as the Primordial World floated in the vast and boundless universe. At that time, people still believed that the sky was round and the earth was square. Speaking of which, that was indeed the case. However, from the moment that person raised the weapon in his hand, everything changed and headed towards destruction. That terrifying and pathetic person had a name that had been passed down through the ages — Chi You!
This was because he was tired of the so-called gods' high and mighty status. He didn't want to submit again and lay at the gods' feet like a dog, wagging its tail and begging for mercy. He believed in an unprecedented and terrifying idea — my fate is in my own hands, not the heavens!
Therefore, Chi You started a war, a war against the gods, and a war against the humans who still believed in the gods.
The war lasted for a long time. Spring passed and autumn came. Flowers withered and bloomed. That year, the flowers were especially plump and beautiful because they were nourished by too much fertilizer. They were the flesh and blood of humans and the bones of gods. There were so many corpses that there were thousands of miles, so much that blood flowed like rivers, and so much that the land was dyed crimson with blood.
The war that had already been lost in history now only had two words left — the Battle of Zhuolu.
"At the end of that great war, the sky turned dark, the earth cracked, and even countless divine gods fell, until Gong Gong angrily touched Buzhou Mountain. The sky was broken, the sun and the moon fled, and the flood swallowed everything."
Du Kang became more and more engrossed as he listened to Ran Jing's narration. Scenes from the Mythological Era appeared before his eyes. In the past, Du Kang had read many records about these stories. Many archaeologists had even written books about them, listing them as unsolved mysteries. But now, most of them were from games, television dramas, and movies. Many of them had been altered beyond recognition.
Now that Du Kang had heard from Ran Jing about the secrets recorded in the Maoshan Ancient Book, and combined it with the various versions he had read in the past, he suddenly realized a very frightening thing. Perhaps all the legends were not just legends.
There was once a very philosophical saying on the internet that a nation that treated myths as history was destined to be a failed nation.
But what if one day, the so-called myth really became history?
Be it the East or the West, it was recorded that there had been a great flood in the distant past. How big was this flood?
It was big enough to drown the entire world.
Be it the East or the West, it was recorded that there had been a great war in the distant past. It was a war between the gods and humans, and the final outcome was tragic. The Twilight of the Gods, Atlantis could no longer be found, Mount Buzhou was broken, and Kunlun no longer existed in the world.
Was this all a coincidence?
Du Kang raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. He felt his blood rushing to his head and all the hairs on his body stood up. He twisted his neck stiffly and looked at Weiwei who was beside him. Everything that he had experienced at this moment, as well as what had happened in the Map of Mountains and Rivers just now, seemed too absurd and outrageous to the point that even a story could not be made up.
"I feel like my worldview has collapsed."
"There are some things that you can't deny even if you want to. It's just like how the outside world doesn't want to admit the rise of Huaxia again, but Huaxia still took great strides to surpass them one by one and leave them far behind."
A voice that had experienced the vicissitudes of life but was not old sounded at the door. Then, with a creak, the door was pushed open. A tall and straight old man appeared outside the door. His gray hair was meticulously combed, and he wore a white shirt and black trousers. He had a somewhat thin and lean face.
In particular, the old man's eyes were frighteningly bright. It wasn't the kind of brightness that people couldn't look directly at, but the kind of light that made people want to get close to and respect. It was like a bonfire in the middle of the night, attracting countless moths to desperately pounce on it.
"You're here." Weiwei's expression was calm. She raised her eyebrows twice and said indifferently.
Ran Jing quickly walked in front of the old man and greeted him with a junior's greeting. The old man smiled and waved his hand. He walked in front of Weiwei and said, "I'm afraid it's been more than a hundred years since we last met. I didn't expect that you would look like this when we meet again today."
"Aren't you also unrecognizable?"
Weiwei raised her eyelids and glanced at the old man. She pushed herself up with her little hands and jumped to the ground. She looked at the old man with unyielding eyes and said word by word, "I will never forget what happened in the past. Xiao Pang, let's go."
"Oh." Du Kang didn't know where this old man who looked like a senior leader in front of him came from. He couldn't understand what kind of grudge these two guys had against each other.
Just as the two passed by each other, Du Kang suddenly felt a trace of coldness flash across this sage-like old man. He couldn't help but stop and turn his head to look at the old man. Coincidentally, the old man also turned his head to look at him at the same time. At the moment when their eyes met, the old man's originally clear and white eyes were instantly filled with black blood. It was so turbid that Du Kang staggered and hurriedly caught up with Weiwei who had already left the shop.
The wind outside was very soft, with a trace of dry heat. Du Kang ran two steps to catch up with Weiwei. "Sister Weiwei, that old man just now … old man … his eyes will turn black …"
"Don't mention him to me!"
Weiwei stopped and turned her head to say to Du Kang seriously. She pointed her finger at the tip of Du Kang's nose and almost poked his nostrils. "Xiao Pang, you have to remember that he is a scumbag, a bastard, a bastard. Calling him a beast is a compliment to him. If you see him in the future, don't say anything, turn around and leave, remember?"
It was the first time for Du Kang to see Weiwei so out of control. For a moment, he was stunned by the roar. He nodded his head like a chick pecking rice. Seeing that Weiwei continued to stride forward, he obediently followed her like a tail. He thought to himself, "Could it be that the old man and Weiwei had a period of passionate love that made Xiao Pang so angry that she even used words like scumbag and beast?"
Thinking of this, Du Kang couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
"Little girl, why are you in such a hurry?
Come with me, I'll treat you to a lollipop, okay? "
A drunken voice came from the entrance of an express hotel, accompanied by the crisp sound of clothes being torn …