Chapter 869

"Calm down, calm down, that's the Age of Gods; think clearly, there were no ordinary lives in that era at all; let alone the gods, all the animals were Phantasmal Species; if humans weren't a bit powerful, what would they rely on to survive?"

Someone suppressed their emotion and explained: "Actually, you know if you think about it, our world was divided into I don't know how many parallel worlds.

How vast is this origin?

Which world can reach even a fraction of it now?

It's not strange how powerful the initial world was; in such an outrageous era, since humans could survive, even if it was by worshipping gods, they definitely couldn't be weak, otherwise how could they hunt beasts that were at least Phantasmal Species?"

Grass.

That makes sense.

Many people nodded blankly.

Indeed.

If humans weren't strong, how could the gods care about human offerings?

For example, humans wouldn't care about the offerings of ants; at least a group of fluffy little kittens would be needed.

Suddenly.

Kaito Kuroba, who had been diving, said faintly: "Is it possible that humans at that time were already a kind of Phantasmal Species?"

Hmm?

Everyone was stunned, then said.

Damn, that's really it.

Phantasmal Species are the divine beasts, spirit beasts, and monsters in the legends of various civilizations; at the very least, they are existences equivalent to the Phantasm level.

The dragon, which ranks at the pinnacle of Phantasmal Species, can even kill main gods and challenge Heroic Spirits.

But humans aren't bad either; many Heroic Spirits in the Age of Gods slaughtered dragons during their lifetimes, and 14,000 years ago, which was the end of the Age of Gods where Brother Luo Shu was, ordinary people also had existences comparable to general Phantasmal Species.

At this time, as people in the Age of Gods reproduced, their power had already been downgraded by several levels.

So in an even more ancient era, humans were a kind of Phantasmal Species, and even a very strong one; what's so strange about that?

Not caring about the amazing brain-filling of the people of Earth.

Luo Shu outlined three deep blue runes that seemed to contain infinite mysteries, and said while everyone was desperately memorizing: "In ancient times, this was our most common primordial Rune, corresponding to the three Norns of Norse fate.

Symbolizing 'Beginning', 'Process', and 'End' respectively.

The third rune is the end, the conclusion, and also the core for people in the Age of Gods to bundle their power; no need to say more.

The first rune,

Symbolizing the 'Beginning' rune, is the switch needed for self-suggestion, representing what goal you want to achieve.

The second step, the process, is the method of realization; no matter what the facts are, as long as you believe in this logic, and you think it works, it can be realized.

For example, the primitive Meteorite Shock Art is self-suggestion that the meteorite is the god's wrath, and this person defied the divine will, so it is reasonable for the meteorite to hit his head.

Thus, one could summon a meteorite and destroy everything."

He raised his hand, and one could see on the vast earth, a fanatical man in primitive sacrificial robes roaring, summoning a meteorite to tear through the cloud layer and destroy a thousand miles.

Seeking flowers.

Everyone was startled.

"But with the development of the era, human cognition of the world has continuously deepened, and this kind of logic naturally cannot deceive oneself.

So the current Meteorite Art is imagining that the Earth is a planet and the Moon is a satellite; even if most asteroids are intercepted by Jupiter and the Moon, it is quite reasonable for one to fall on his head."

Following the young man's words.

The screen changed again.

The vast earth disappeared, and a starry sky appeared; a meteorite appeared out of thin air in the solar system, bypassed Jupiter's gravitational capture, and smashed fiercely into a corner of the azure planet; in an instant, a red hemisphere with a diameter of a thousand miles lit up.

Compared to before, it even formed a shockwave visible to the naked eye that swept across the Eurasian continent, making everyone's hair stand on end.

It was more reasonable.

After all, there were still shockwaves and nuclear fusion reactions, but compared to the Age of Gods, it was quite scientific, scientific to the point that the lethal area increased linearly.

"For another example, the Sun-Extinguishing Magecraft of the Age of Gods was: The sun is a fireball, so it is clearly reasonable for me to blow out the sun because my vital capacity is so large.

But now we know that the sun is a nuclear chain reaction, so wanting to extinguish the sun becomes an acceleration magecraft, guiding the sun to accelerate its rotation, using the tidal force of a large-mass celestial body on the sun to accelerate; when the sun's rotation speed reaches a certain level, it will also cause the core pressure to decrease, the nuclear reaction efficiency to decrease, and then the nuclear reaction will stop, and the sun will be extinguished."

In the numb gaze of people inside and outside the screen, the young man pointed to his head: "No matter how the era develops, the essence of magecraft has never changed; it is the power of belief. As long as you trust your own logic and feel it is reasonable, then it will definitely happen."

I think it can, so it really can?

Stunned.

People were all stunned.

The people on the scene were also silent.

"Then what about death?"

Asuka thought of something and couldn't help asking: "What if I think I won't die?"

"Then you won't die; I think, therefore I am!"

Luo Shu affirmed.

I think, therefore I am has become literal?!!!

Everyone's scalp went numb.

Although they knew it definitely needed a realm to support it, and if the realm wasn't reached, it was just dreaming, but it was still outrageous.

This is even more excessive than conceptual immortality.

I think I'm not dead, so I won't die?

Purely idealistic.

Never for a moment had they understood so clearly why magecraft is not magic, but an idealistic system.

They even suspected whether the subjects they studied were just to make themselves believe, so that it could happen.

After all, for humans to believe in something wholeheartedly, without the slightest hesitation, is still quite difficult...

"So? Who will go first?"

The young man looked at the void, as if in time, and turned his head: "Although I cannot fully develop your possibilities, reaching the level of an ordinary genius is still achievable. Let's say it first, this is a change in the essence of existence, and there may be some sequelae."

Sequelae?

Compared to what they got, that's nothing.

Except for Iori Kitahara, everyone on the scene had fiery gazes.

You know with your butt.

The level of an ordinary genius mentioned by such a big shot is definitely not the same concept as in their common sense.

Moreover, thunder and rain are both divine grace; don't be ungrateful.

Everyone showed joy, looked at each other, and Shigeru Aoba stepped forward, kneeling on one knee with excitement, bowing respectfully.

"You go first? That's fine."

The young man nodded; he remembered this extra in the original work.

"After all, it involves a change in essence; there might be a little bit of pain. If you can't endure it, just say so."

"Master, rest assured, Aoba will never give up."

Shigeru Aoba smiled confidently.

Except for the blank-faced Rei Ayanami, everyone else on the scene also showed relaxed smiles.

Just kidding.

They crawled out of hell; to this day, with the superposition, they even endured three thousand times the pain.

You have to know that ten times is enough to hurt a person to death.

Mere physical pain was already a breeze to them, and the most cruel human torture was even more disgusting to them.

Just this?

So...

"Fine."

The young man nodded, the Tree of Radiance in his hand shook, and a wisp of brilliant radiance fell; one could vaguely see the image of a deep and introverted Shigeru Aoba, with black aura flowing around him.

But the Shigeru Aoba before him was different; the one in the light appeared to have a vigorous aura, like a hell cadre.

Grabbing the light spot, in the envious and expectant gaze of everyone, Luo Shu patted the top of Shigeru Aoba's head, who was kneeling on one knee.

Instantly!

Shigeru Aoba rolled his eyes, sprayed blood from his seven orifices, didn't say a word, and fell backward toward the sky.

In spiritual vision, one could vaguely see fluorescent particles flowing out from his 108,000 pores; that should be his soul fragments.

"Next!"