Chapter 446 Seven Days of Creating the World (3k)

"【On the first day, truth is granted.】"

The image of God's Day is both illusory and real, hovering over the entire Pinocchio, holding the entire planet in his hands, representing the stage of the wishes of all living beings that continues to spread outward from the area centered on him, forming a grand scale that sweeps across the galaxy. While the image of all wishes is waving its baton to compose harmonious music, another face is also gestating something in its sacred and solemn body.

Reality is not a game. God Sunday has given his all from the very beginning. As a believer in order, what he has conceived is the fetus of philosophy.

"Since the beginning of the Twilight War, the sky has been empty, the earth has been in chaos, thoughts have been separated from the material world, and mortals have no way of understanding the real reality. It was the Taiyi of [Order] who came to the world. He set the tone for all things, using time as the spectrum to distinguish between reality and fantasy. This was the first day."

"Brilliant! Brilliant!!!"

The string instruments of all living beings under the command of God Lord Day began to praise in unison, paying homage to their God for the great power that created the world.

"Interesting. This Sunday, do you want to gather the wishes of all living beings and imitate Taiyi's actions back then to create a real world?"

The hunting patrolman Yao Luo watched what the God Lord did with great interest, with an expression of appreciation on his face.

Although the two are enemies at the moment, this feat of using one's body as a seed to recreate the world would probably make anyone who sees it feel a sense of emotion.

"Yao Luo, until now, I want to know what you think of this world and this galaxy?"

The voice of the God of the Day descended from the sky. He wanted to overwhelm Yao Luo not only in strength, but also in theory.

“Does it matter what I think?”

Yao Luo shook his head indifferently. Although he knew that this might be a way to delay time, he didn't care.

"Haha, even if you act like you don't care, you also know that this world is always driven by heroes. Weak people, no matter what era, have no power to choose."

"You're wrong, Sunday."

Yao Luo interrupted God Lord's Day's speech, and retorted with a serious and earnest expression.

"I think the exact opposite of you. No matter what era it is, the tide is always driven by the most ordinary people."

"Really? Perhaps it is because you have the supreme power bestowed by the Star God that you think this way. Let me ask you, Yao Luo..."

"Are day and night equal? ​​Are good people and evil people equal? ​​If there is a god for everything, why does evil exist?"

The voice of God on Sunday is full of questions, and the stern tone can frighten all the vicious people, and can also comfort any desperate person.

"I have witnessed that good people do not have a good end, while evil people are at large and content. A true paradise should not be like this. It should accommodate all the weak and allow people without any ability to live there, just like the most ideal rest should be [seven days off]."

"It's really... a grand ideal."

Yao Luo listened quietly to Zhou Ri's aspirations, with no fluctuation in expression on his face.

He had to admit that the core idea of ​​Sunday was indeed idealism to eliminate evil and help the weak, there was nothing wrong with that, but...

"Your so-called Paradise doesn't seem to give people the power to choose."

A sharp light flashed in Yao Luo's eyes, revealing the beautiful appearance of Sunday.

"No matter how wonderful the Paradise you talk about is, you should not twist the wishes of the general public into what you want. Have you ever thought that some people may not want to, nor need to, dream? When they wake up from their dreams one day, without your protection and the fantasy of having everything in their dreams, what will they do?"

"You have no ability to govern yourself, and you live like a giant baby? Your love may be holy, but it does not apply to everyone. I can assert that false things cannot be called "true" in any way!"

"Really? If a dream is so real that it is indistinguishable from reality, then how can it be...it cannot be called true!"

God's voice rose a little more. At this level, he is no longer a person who can be shaken by a few theories. All truths must be proven by actions.

"If your theory can save more people, then cut off my path with your own hands, 'God's Favored One'."

"【On the second day, I was given the calendar.】"

The Holy Word penetrates the universe, and as God speaks on the Lord's Day, the illusory little universe in his hand begins to show an orderly form from the chaotic state of all things.

"At the beginning of creation, He took the nebula and made a plectrum, and built a harp with broad white keys and narrow black keys."

“He strikes the wide white keys and the sun rises, He strikes the narrow black keys and the moon rises.”

"This cycle repeats for thirty-one days, with three cycles as a rest, and then repeats the same rhythm and beats four equal steps. In this way, the universe will know what the four seasons are."

"This is the second day."

The illusory small universe began to have the law of chronology from a state of timelessness and disorder, and history was born.

Yao Luo could feel that the imaginary energy of the entire Asdena galaxy began to gather towards the small universe in the hands of God Lord Sun at a terrifying speed. If he were to complete the entire process, it would be hard to imagine how terrifying the blow would be.

"That's just what I want, come on!"

The fighting spirit was boiling, and the sea of ​​stars was burning. The rainbow light on Patrol Yao Luo's body suddenly became dozens of times brighter than the sun, as if the whole person had turned into a high-concentration neutron star.

"The Emperor's star reigns over the firmament, the Emperor's light surpasses all others, the Emperor's bow cuts through the sky and penetrates the great purity!" The vision of the celestial stars, which shines brightly in the heavens, descends behind Yao Luo. The virtual images of the Big Dipper, Ziwei Heng, Sirius, and Arcus form an incomparably huge human-shaped constellation, which is exactly the appearance of Yao Luo himself.

Yao Luo pulled the bowstring of gravity, and the huge constellation behind him danced along with it. Countless stars reflected each other, condensing all the gravity and magnetic field of each star on Yao Luo's light arrow.

Every time the bowstring was pulled an inch, Yao Luo's hand had to bear the concentrated imaginary power of the coming stars. His right hand, which was carrying the solar wind, broke slightly, shattering his golden pupils and spilling his golden blood across the Milky Way.

Yao Luo had never stopped for a moment in the high-intensity battles against the incarnation of Infinite Lord, God Lord Sun, and Star Crushing King Worm. Even if his imaginary energy was abundant, he had to pay a slight price.

What's more, at this moment, Yao Luo has to fight against two powerful envoys at the same time by himself.

Their strength is not comparable to the previous gold sand that used the cornerstone. Even if all ten Stone Heart men are on the field, there is no guarantee that they can deal with either of the two without getting hurt.

"【On the third day, he was given speech.】"

On the stage guarded by billions of golden notes, the fetus of philosophy has slightly opened its arms, embracing itself like a baby, and is turning from facing itself to facing the entire world.

Sounds were given meanings and words were recorded. Yao Luo saw people using parchment to record the advice of gods, using stones, knotted ropes, word of mouth, and using the core of intelligent machines and the trajectory of the sun and moon to record everything.

Finally, the way people communicate with each other is defined as: language.

Wind is language, clouds are language, the atmosphere, the sky, the stars, everything that has meaning can be given meaning by words.

Therefore, the same homophonic sound can connect all things, regardless of size, race or form. All those who can make sounds are meaningful "people".

"Holy! Holy!! Holy!!!"

Dreams were continuously captured by God Lord Sun. The Star-Breaking King Worm, Yao Luo, and God Lord Sun were almost sucking out all the imaginary energy of the entire Asdena galaxy in different ways.

"【On the fourth day, give value.】"

"【On the fifth day, rules were given.】"

"【The sixth day, giving meaning.】"

There were three more sounds of primordial chaos. Behind the God of the Sun, the fetus of philosophy stretched out its arms high upward, as if to welcome the arrival of an incomparably great existence.

"Dead Star God, I salute you."

The glory of the Lord's Day reached its peak at this moment. The perfect paradise world slowly unfolded behind him, and the twelve-scale pointer rotated in the sky.

"【On the seventh day, dignity is granted.】"

"It is not you who created everything, but people who created you!"

As soon as these words came out, Yao Luo's expression brightened. Sunday's ideal was not to become the second Star God of Order, but to use all resources, including the Star God, as the cornerstone of his ideal paradise.

"Well said, it was man who created God, not God...who created everything!"

At this moment, Yao Luo's temperament also reached its peak. On the Pinoconi, every hunter on the journey was frightened, as if something terrible was coming.

On the light arrow with countless stars on it, a never-ending spiral turned into the original source of power for the light arrow.

"An attack against time."

"With this seven-day oath, I order you to obey my orders—"

"Come back as you are called, Taiyi!"

Taiyi, these two words seem to possess infinite magic power, because that is the name of the former God of Order.

On Sunday, this believer in order actually commanded his God to come here. This shows that his faith has long been beyond the realm of form.

However, at the moment when the fetal oath of the philosophy behind God's Day was issued, above the sky, the endless void suddenly exploded, and a supreme existence that could not be described in words revealed a mysterious glimpse from the void.

"!!!!!!"

Pure and flawless white, all-embracing purple, a hand formed by the combination of the two stretched out from the golden void and dropped a finger in the direction of the God's Sun.

Although it was just a finger, the imaginary energy contained in the finger was so overwhelming that it was like a real star god had descended here.

No, perhaps, the existence that Yao Luo has been waiting for has quietly arrived.

Behind the white-purple giant hand, a huge mass of matter composed of countless nebulae, giant black holes, galaxy clusters, superclusters, fibrous structures, and cosmic walls slowly assembled into an incomparably huge abyss.

There are countless things above, boundless things below, and limitless things left and right.

That was an eye, a slightly squinted eye located above the triple-faced soul.

"Are you finally here? Shipe..."

(End of this chapter)