Everything is illusory.

The 34th year of the Huaian calendar, the late empire.

The aristocratic families were divided and annexed, and the people were suffering. Outside, there were barbarians who repeatedly invaded the border, and inside, there were powerful people exploiting the people.

Sweeping the world, white bones are everywhere in the wilderness, and there is no one in the thousands of miles of people; looking at the world, seven deaths and seven deaths, one of the hundreds of people.

When you walk through the wilderness, the first thing you see is not the soil and weeds, but the bones mixed in rocks and shrubs. The lush grass and trees grow on these too many corpses, and now they have become a lush forest.

When you enter the city, you are the first to see not the people's residences, but the walls of tall and large households like castles. These towering walls stretch across the entire city, turning the city that originally lived with people into fortresses.

In this era when the royal authority has collapsed and many families intend to dominate the world and control one side, human life is the most valuable resource and the least valuable price.

If you don’t rely on it, you won’t die.

Just like the water plants in the water, they can only float in the direction of the river.

At first, the abnormal movement was just a small dispute between places, and then a blatant attack between the major warlords. From the beginning of the first war, the originally shaky empire corpses quickly decayed and collapsed.

The prairie fire ignited this turbulent era. At this point, there was no peace in the fields. The shouts of soldiers resounded throughout the country, and blood soaked every land and every river in this world.

Troubled times.

The so-called troubled times mean that there is no order, no rules, no peace. Killing is the norm, and being killed is also the norm. Twenty people fled to their hometowns, and in the end only one person could reach their destination. There was only a withered old man left in a village, because everyone else was conscripted into hard labor, and even the dead sons and grandchildren from one village were cut off from one village.

There is no one in the countryside, and the city is full of bones; people eat each other, and people are more honest than cattle and sheep.

Ordinary people either become slaves of powerful people or avoid all this and go to the deep mountains and forests to live in seclusion.

The most is the most, it is nothing more than raising the anti-flagship. Either killing the powerful, or being wiped out by the powerful, making your head another skull that can nourish plants and trees.

It seems that for ordinary people, there is only the only option to avoid all this.

But who can really avoid this chaotic world that swept the people of the world?

Someone saw it all.

He saw the farmer who went deep into the mountains to clear the land for more than ten years to cut down forests, slash and fire, carry water to irrigate from the surrounding streams, and carefully lay wheat seeds... He saw that the farmers who usually eat wind and dew were overdrawn, vomiting blood and falling to the ground, and his children took over the burden, persisted in chopping the roots of the tree, moved the big stones, leveling the land, and expelling poisonous insects.

It took two generations of time, and even if a few acres of thin fields were not considered to be cultivated, not to mention anything else, at least if there is hope for the future, it will not be a luxury to have a meal.

But no one can escape from troubled times.

A defeated soldier fled into the mountains and forests. These soldiers and soldiers even had no idea and killed the farmer's family who were just farming. These frightened defeated soldiers vented their fear and anger, insulted the female family, and cooked the bodies, just as every defeated soldier did in that era.

Then, they took away all the food, and did not care that the thin fields that took more than ten years to open were trampled into white land by them, nor did they care what they destroyed meant.

Because nothing can represent it.

It is suffering and nothingness, just like anything that happens all the time in the multiverse.

Someone who was waiting saw it all.

He knew better than anyone else that this was the process destined to be repeated in human history. Hundreds of years ago, such troubled times occurred once, and hundreds of years later, such troubled times will appear again.

He knew better than anyone that such a chaotic world would last for decades, when the excess population was destroyed, when the warlords of major families were integrated and unified, when the foreigners captured the world, when all the people of the world, including the noble men, were tired of being unified again and another empire.

Even if the productivity develops to a certain level, and to the point where humans begin to use other instruments to kill each other, even if the instruments are so powerful that they will destroy everyone, fear and checks and balances can bring temporary peace.

Until then.

All this chaos will end "temporarily".

This is the natural law of history, this is the correct historical trajectory. After all, before all this reaches the point of destiny, what if it is pacified?

There are not enough resources and no one is at ease. The competition between the clans is not so big that they have to surrender talents in a single way. The military sources between the warlords are still very abundant, and the foreigners are not strong enough to make the successors of these empires afraid and unite... These conditions are not met. Even if the empire is still unified, it will collapse again.

wait.

Waiting is the most unmatched choice. If you can’t come up with other truly feasible methods to save the whole world, then waiting is the right thing to do, and it’s just joining the turbulent people and becoming a part of them.

This is the so-called general trend of the world.

but.

He felt that such decades were too slow.

There are still countless people struggling in dire straits. As long as they see their miserable crying and howling in pain and hear their heart-wrenching sorrowful cry, they cannot suppress and wait.

He wants to end this troubled times sooner.

So, he stopped waiting.

In the 34th year of Huaian calendar, a saint appeared from the mountains and fields, educated the wild people, tamed the border di, and the seven towns on the border surrendered without fighting, and the surrounding refugees surrendered one after another.

The man used troops like a god, and broke into a family three times in a row, conquered the cities and bounded the land one after another, and formally raised the flag when he held the twelve cities in his hand, calling it "Pingtian", intending to clear the world and make the whole world level.

There are only a few capable people under Pingtian, but the saints teach according to their aptitude and educate all the people under their command. Within three years, the foolish people can recognize themselves, recognize their words, know the future, distinguish good and evil, have ambitions and strategies.

Inside, the sage adjusted taxes, reorganized labor, reopened water conservancy, divided troops to farm, enriched the people's interests, and revised new laws to make every family have a support and hold on to them. The people's hearts were like water gathering low-lying water, and naturally gathering.

Outside, the saints rejected the five coalition forces at the pass, and raided the three armies overnight. The barbarians invaded, and were defeated one after another and subdued. The Pingtian Banner was in front of the battle, and countless people turned against each other before the war, and sincerely surrendered after the war.

The saint holds troops, but is not wary. If there is no external enemy provocation, he never takes the initiative to attack. He is always patient and can wait until everything is ready and the troops are strong. He only needs one battle to clean up the world, rather than taking action when he fights for more than ten years to defeat the enemy.

After seven years of rest and recuperation, enriching the country and strengthening the army, and the flag of flattening the sky was invincible. Whether it was the private fortresses of high-ranking families, or the strong armor and armor of warlords, they all disappeared like melting ice under the scorching sun, and even the remaining water droplets quickly dried up, because the people under their control had been waiting for thousands of years, and finally waited for an army that did not violate the masses.

In ten years, the saint swept the world and completed a great cause that could have been achieved by the heroes who fought for hegemony for decades, with deaths and injuries.

The Flag Heaven Flag is high, so the world is peaceful.

But this is not the end, it is just the beginning.

Without enemies and threats, no matter how strong your will is, it will be relaxed. Productivity is ultimately insufficient. The former generals and officials have once again begun to gradually become new families and families. The lives of civilians are indeed good. This is an undeniable fact, but which country did not have such a state founded?

Even if a saint has various magical skills and thousands of strange strategies in his heart, it is difficult to use due to the times.

The most important thing is that he is just a mortal, and he will die.

——After your death, the Pingtian Banner will rise high for a hundred years, and then new mergers will begin and new monopoly will continue. As long as the nature of human genes and the natural laws of biological survival cannot be modified, all this is destined to happen. Even in a thousand years, when everyone can eat enough, this merger and monopoly will continue to unfold in another form.

A person can leverage the trend of history, reverse the torrent of the times, and create a humane foundation with his own strength. Such a person is a saint, and his will will be retained at the bottom of a civilized thinking. Whether it is criticism or approval, he has always been there. Even if some people may not know it, some words and some truths have entered their hearts.

It means immortality.

When the saint passed away, all the people mourned and the whole country cried. The incense and temples of sacrifices can be seen even in remote barbarian tribes. The herdsmen in the frontiers who were far away in the sky shed tears and missed the saint's benevolence.

He died, but he did not leave.

The world of souls should not have been, because of the longing of countless people and their belief in their way, the souls are condensed. The spirit of the saint moves in the temple and the world, witnessing the changes in the world, witnessing the reincarnation of dynasties, and the changes of the world.

He saw the Flat Heaven flag fade, rot, and fall, and the new flag, a new flag that inherited His will, rose, and this cycle took place many times, until the times finally came to the rightful step. With the roar of machinery, the giant cast of steel was swallowing and spitting out many objects that were not forged by humans for several years within minutes, and a new era finally arrived.

In this process, the spirit of the saints sometimes guides, sometimes enlightens, sometimes gives inspiration, and sometimes guides the talented wizards to the right path and become new saints. He always is with all the people, and even dies, he does not wait, but continues to carry out this world that He loves and expects, yearning for the glorious and correct future they can move towards.

Finally, this civilization began to step into the sea of ​​stars, into the distance, and into the boundless universe.

This is another beginning, another journey.

The spirit of the saint is always there until the end.

He and His people arrived at the frontiers of the universe, the boundaries of the world—no place to explore, nowhere to go upward, the world is in harmony, all minds are noble and upward, they were only chasing peace at first, but now they are chasing the rightness above peace.

"Just open this barrier, we can break away from the barrier of our universe and head to a larger and broader stage."

Before the plan was implemented, someone muttered to himself like this, and beside her, another engineer closed his eyes: "The Ancestor is watching us."

The huge reality drilling machine spans the entire galaxy, it will vibrate the balance of the universe, break the world barrier, and open a path to 'reality' in the simplest and most brutal way.

But all this is illusory.

It's just a dream.

Just as the reality drilling machine is about to start, an ordinary finger extends out of the ‘reality’, covering all living beings, and even the entire universe’s ‘eye’, and even the eye of the finger.

He covered all the eyes of the observers, and therefore everything was turned into nirvana.

【Wait】

At the burial site of the Vientiane Lincolda stretched out a finger.

He passed through a bright and hot dream, which was the brightest and most righteous and magnificent dream among all dreams. Sometimes, even He would be slightly lost in his mind for such a dream and could not help but sigh.

But in the final analysis, it's still just a dream.

A dream woven in the vast universe with his heart and soul after a god fell.

And there are a thousand, ten thousand, hundreds, hundreds or billions of such dreams.

In the burial place of Vientiane, there are endless dreams like this.

The jailer closed his eyes and no longer looked at the sentient beings who were rebuked inside the prison. He sighed and said softly: [Don't come to this universe... Keep waiting, this is not an era where you can manifest from your dreams]

[At least now, it is not your era]

[In this burial place of everything, in the endless prison... you can dream, look forward to it, and have a dreamlike future and hope]

[If you come to reality and come here, you will be powerless and even... you will suffer a catastrophe]

[Why!]

In that finger of silence, everything is forgotten, and time is like a backflow of time.

Only the saint can ask the "reality" angry question in this anti-current dream universe: [I don't care what I am, the remnant of the gods, the delusion in the dream, and even a slight illusion - but those people and sentient beings, they should have real happiness!]
To be continued...