Chapter 35

"What is it?"

A strange feeling came to my heart, a change began in silence, and a heat came from the divine personality.

Chen Ming felt it for a moment. In his body, a complete and simple divine personality suddenly emitted a faint brilliance. It was not powerful, but it hit his heart with some kind of dark scene.

After a while, the change was over, and the original shining God returned to its usual simplicity, just like ordinary jade.

Then Chen Ming looked at his head.

In the top of his head, a golden life with a little light blue appears. On it, a white air continuously converges and turns into a golden air. And in the deeper part, a cloud of colorful and hazy breath enveloped it and condensed into a little star like fragments, which is very mysterious.

Looking at the pieces, Chen Ming was stunned.

In the dark, a little feeling came.

In a world of chaos and chaos, countless city states and kingdoms are fighting, countless heroes are waving swords on the battlefield, and countless totems with strong black Qi roar and devour creatures. The scene was chaotic. In the dark, Chen Ming seemed to see many soldiers shouting the God of nature charging forward fighting with the enemy. Behind him, an ancient tree loomed···

"Is this... Destiny?"

He was surprised and saw it again, but this time, the scene changed again, which was different from that just now.

At the same time, he felt a more and more powerful force of the world around him, and a mysterious force condensed to him.

With the gradual cohesion of power, some inheritance was opened in the divine lattice, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his heart.

"This is the character of the son of the world..." he looked at the dazzling star above his head and muttered to himself.

At the top, weak waves are constantly spreading around, and a starlight is still shining, as if the essence of the whole world is being condensed.

This is the personality, the authority given by a complete big world, and represents the bottom meaning of a world. Having this personality means having part of the power of the world. It can be called the son of the world and has no disadvantages in the world.

Of course, Chen Ming can't reach that terrible level at this time. What he has is only part of the fragments of the son of the whole world, and his share is even less than one thousandth of the whole world.

However, this is also very rare. This is one of the most precious things in a world. It can be conceived only when the world is facing great changes.

Sensing this bit, Chen Ming gently moved it.

Suddenly, a strong natural source force poured into the body, and its breath became more and more stable. Slowly condense from the third level to the third level limit.

Then, Chen Ming opened his eyes and silently, the stars were still shining, but the fluctuation seemed a little weak because of the source force just now.

He stood quietly in his place and looked south. Behind him, a big tree was waving.

In the south, under the subtle induction, a little star flickered faintly against it.

He seemed to see a huge and gorgeous palace, in which a huge star was shining, full of an ancient atmosphere.

After doing this, Chen Ming looked around and saw that a faint breath was constantly spreading from the tree, emitting a natural vitality and gradually purifying the demonized earth around him.

Seeing this, Chen Ming raised his head and returned to the tribe.

This time, he did not choose to separate the soul from the noumenon again, but quietly attached to the noumenon and precipitated quietly.

Twenty years later···

In the north, on a rugged path, a large group of people were walking on the road, with countless horses pulling goods behind them. Countless pedestrians followed behind, and sometimes people like refugees could be found.

"Alas, no matter how many times I have walked, the road here is still so difficult." when I walked under a tree in front, a strong middle-aged man sighed.

He looked ahead, then looked at the sky, and then ran to the rear, facing a man like the leader of the team: "Alec, the time is almost up, there is a big tree and a stream in front, tell our people to go and have a rest."

Suddenly, the leader of the team took the command to convey it, causing a cheer from the crowd below.

Behind them, some caravans saw this and asked people to stop in front in order to have a rest.

This is also a long-standing practice. Because of the long walking time, people are familiar with all kinds of routes on the road and places where people can rest. So here, suddenly many people decided to stop again in order to recover their strength and continue on to the next stop.

After a while, the flow of people dispersed, most of them stayed, and a small number of people continued to walk forward.

Looking at the caravans and pedestrians who didn't stop and go straight ahead, a fat businessman in a black linen shirt shook his head and said, "they may not be too anxious. It's noon now. There are still several hours to go from the next rest point. Why so urgent?"

"It's not that they are in a hurry, but that their goods are in a hurry." beside them, a thin old man shook his head.

"Goods?" someone nearby wondered, and then asked, "what goods need to be so urgent?".

Seeing this, the old man pointed to the family emblem on the carriage of some people beside him, and then said, "these are not caravans like us, but people sent by the southern city kingdom to buy."

Hearing this, some people across the street were surprised: "is this a war again?"

"Hey, is there a time when there is no war?" a soldier like man nearby sneered.

"Last time, a city-state from the South sent a caravan and purchased 500 pairs of rattan beetles here at one go."

"Five hundred officers, these lords are really rich!" the people couldn't help but marvel.

"But five hundred pairs of rattan armor, this strength is enough to arm a city-state. How can the church sell it?"

At this time, some people are curious and have some doubts.

"Yes, I remember that a few years ago, Pope grama ordered not to trade rattan beetles and so on. Usually, it's only one or two scattered pairs. How can this be an exception?"

This is the soldier. He is wearing a pair of this kind of rattan armor. He deeply knows that this kind of rattan armor is precious and difficult, so he feels so confused.

When he heard this, the old man across from him sighed gently and said, "this is privately sold by a large tribe that does not obey the management of the church. Pope grama has nothing to do about it."

"Isn't there still a branch of the divine tree? Can't the power of holy things subdue just a tribe?" the voice of doubt continued.

Hearing what he said, the old man nodded and said, "yes, if you use holy things, of course there is no problem."

"But on the one hand, both sides are believers of the God of nature, and the God cannot allow him to use his power to suppress his believers. On the other hand, the tribe does not recognize that the holy thing is given by the God of nature, but that it is a branch picked by the Pope from the sacred tree while the God is not awake, so it does not recognize his leadership."

"Nonsense, if so, would the God allow him to become Pope?" the soldier sneered.

"But in this way, the Pope has nothing to do with it. When force cannot be used, he can only stand still," said a man nearby.

At this time, a young man who seemed to be just an adult looked at the old man curiously and asked, "uncle, are you familiar with this place? Why do you know so much news?"