diskusbooks Chapter 733 Complete Conquest of Humanity
Chapter 733 Complete Conquest of Humanity
fast!
too fast!
In full view of everyone, Chu Yun's figure appeared in front of the statue without any warning.
Then, before everyone could react, even the statue was slow to react, Chu Yun had already taken action.
Then, everyone in the audience saw a scene that they would never forget.
They could clearly see the movements of the clouds.
Weirdly slow, yet weirdly fast!
From what he saw, he saw Chu Yun simply stretched out his hand, and then lightly placed it on the gilded head of the statue.
It looked like an adult patting the child on the head.
It's obviously a casual and easy thing to do.
but!
But the effect was to leave everyone at the scene stunned and frozen in shock.
Click!
It was not until the sound of the clay statue breaking was heard by everyone that everyone at the scene suddenly woke up.
Then, they made a horrified discovery.
The gilded statue, which was three meters tall and everyone had to look up to see, actually... actually cracked!
That's right!
This statue, which showed signs of life and was a spirit-like deity in Daxia mythology, was shattered...
Shattered in public!
The gold plating on the surface cracked, revealing the clay material inside.
The huge body was covered with cracks, which were densely packed and spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"you?!"
"you……"
The statue itself was awakened.
It stared in disbelief at Chu Yun who appeared in front of it.
At this moment, Chu Yun stood in the air, stretched out one hand, and patted it on the head.
The statue wanted to say something else.
But it soon realized that its life was slipping away quickly.
Its mentality collapsed!
I couldn't believe what was happening to me!
Why? !
why? !
How can it be!
I have dominated here for hundreds of years, enjoying the worship of countless people. I can be said to have the power of life and death of generations with just one sentence. Why would I suffer such a disaster? !
A fear of death instantly spread throughout its body and clouded its mind.
This is a situation it had never imagined before.
In a trance, its life flashed through my mind quickly like a passing show.
When it was still an ordinary clay statue.
It seems... it seems like a pair of rough big hands carefully carved and shaped it.
It couldn't see the man's face clearly, it just heard the man's sigh of relief.
"Huh, finally done."
"This...this work should be considered the best work of my life, right?"
That is the creator of the idol.
It was sculpted by one person at the very beginning of the statue.
It represents the life's work of that person.
It seemed to hear the laughter of the people around it.
"Hahaha, Wang Quan, how come you are still like when you were young? You can't live without this stinky mud for the rest of your life, right?"
"Tsk, how much can this pile of stinky mud sell for? Is it enough for your whole family to eat and drink?"
"Hahaha, stop talking, stop talking. Old Wang will get mad at you guys soon. Don't forget, Old Wang only does one thing his whole life."
"Ah? What's going on?"
"Of course we all did that when we were kids, playing with mud."
"It's just that when we were kids, we played with our butts and balls naked and used urine and mud. Now that we've grown up, who still plays like that?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
There seemed to be blurry black shadows appearing all around.
These shadows were extremely distorted, their smiles were wild, and they did not conceal their disdain in their voices.
do not know why.
The statue suddenly felt angry.
He would not allow anyone to insult his Creator like this!
Only it, which was created by the Creator himself, knows how much effort Old Man Wang has poured into it.
The life of an ordinary person is only a few decades.
A person works hard to do one thing and only one thing throughout his life.
In the eyes of the world, such people are regarded as successful people who have bottom lines and are firm in their principles.
The losers will be ridiculed as being old-fashioned and inflexible.
But whether it is a winner or a loser.
At least among all the creations, they are the best that their Creator can give.
"Hate?"
"Resent?"
"Do you hate these so-called mundane mortals?"
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The statue opened its eyes for the first time since its birth.
Confused, it found itself casually abandoned in a dilapidated warehouse full of cobwebs and no one cared about it.
Next to it, there are various statues of gods, calligraphy and paintings, vases and other creations of different styles and designs.
But without exception, they are all like a pile of garbage, thrown away in this corner where no one cares.
They seem to have been forgotten by the world.
After being separated from its creator for who knows how many years, it has been piled up in this dark corner, silently waiting to decay and disappear.
But the statue was soon surprised to find that something was different about it.
It was able to open its eyes and see a colorful world that it had never seen before.
It can even feel the temperature of the air and smell the odor of decay in the warehouse.
"You...who are you?"
Moreover, it heard a voice!
No one knew where the sound came from, but it rang clearly in its ears.
"I?"
"Hehe, you don't need to know who I am."
"I just want to ask you, do you hate this world?"
Disgusted? Why disgusted?
The statue was at a loss.
But the statue soon understood.
Because in its mind, memories flooded in.
It remembered the day when it was created by the Creator.
The years that followed are still vivid in my memory.
Its creator was not a famous person at that time.
Its creator does not have that kind of extraordinary talent, and that is why it is always regarded as trash and worthless by various people. Who would even take a second look at it? It is worse than a dog...
But no matter how others ridicule and mock him, the Creator always cherishes the statue.
He has always been tirelessly recommending the statues he created to major temples and authoritative organizations.
However, without exception, I was rejected every time.
He is not young anymore, so how many days does he have left to live?
Sure enough, one day after one year, three years, ten years, or twenty years later.
In the dilapidated cabin, the Creator, who had been living in poverty all his life, was already gray-haired and no longer had the strength to stand up.
He lay on the bed, breathing heavily.
It was as if he was using up all his strength to breathe in even the last bit of oxygen from the air in front of him.
But the human body is so weak and lonely and helpless in the face of birth, aging, sickness and death.
No matter how hard he struggled, every breath he exhaled was far more than what he inhaled.
I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few hours.
He finally stopped struggling to breathe.
He thought about what his grandfather had told him when he was a child and still alive.
Humans, throughout their lives, even when they are still in the womb, are breathing from their Dantian.
But as we age, the position of breathing becomes higher and higher.
Until people get too old to walk or get up anymore.
You will find that when you breathe, the air cannot pass through your throat.
I can’t go down anymore. I can’t go down anymore.
When that time comes, it will be time to welcome the end of your life.
It turns out...it turns out that I have reached the end of my life.
The old man, who was already very old and had lost all his strength, smiled bitterly.
He thought of his grandfather's words and realized that no matter how hard he struggled, it would be useless.
He was ready to face the coming of death.
But suddenly, as if he had been given an injection of chicken blood, he suddenly opened his eyes.
His face surprisingly glowed with luster, and the blush that represented life once again appeared on his originally bloodless face!
A trace of strength surged into his body from somewhere, supporting him to sit up!
The next moment, his eyes fell on the statue in the corner of his little room.
The statues of gods nowadays are not as tall as they will be in the future.
It is still very small, only half a meter high.
"My old friend, I can't accompany you any more."
"From now on, you will be the only one left."
He seemed to be saying goodbye to his friend, and also seemed to be reconciling with the dream he had been pursuing all his life.
After doing all this, he seemed to have lost all his strength. His body went limp, and he lay on the bed, slightly closing his eyes, never to get up again.
Also on this day.
The idol has lost its creator.
I also lost the only person in this world who regarded it as a treasure.
In the days that followed, the statue was moved around several times.
Some scammers claimed it was the work of a great ancient master from a certain period, and sold it to ignorant people at high prices, making a fortune.
Some people also deliberately buried it in a celebrity's tomb, and made a lot of money from it by treating it as a newly unearthed "undiscovered treasure".
The only time I was lucky was when it was taken as the real thing.
It is displayed in a museum somewhere.
That was also its happiest time.
It discovered that the treasures stored here, like itself, were all worth a fortune.
The treasures from the Qin Emperor, Han Emperor Wu, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties are so dazzling and enviable.
Even the body is "genuine".
Oh, no, it should be said that it was mistaken for the authentic one, and it was full of envy and admiration for these truly priceless treasures.
It seems that being placed here with them adds infinite glory to myself, and I am the same as them.
The statue was secretly delighted.
However, such good days did not last long.
Soon professionals discovered that it was a fake.
Or a genuine product that is worthless.
It was not created by any great person in a certain period.
Even though its workmanship is indeed good, it is not from a famous brand, nor is it made of rare materials.
It has never been owned by any famous person in history, so it has no historical weight and no research value.
So, not surprisingly, it was lost by the museum.
"But...but what is the real thing?"
"I know that antiques are priceless and precious creations in their own time."
“Antiques are called antiques because they have immeasurable value in themselves.”
"But...but am I not the real thing?"
"Isn't it also something I created with all my heart and soul?"
Being thrown into the warehouse again, the statue watched the heavy door slowly close and the range of light coming through the crack in the door became smaller and smaller. The statue's mentality changed.
It refuses to accept! It doesn't want to!
Why can’t it be authentic?
Isn't it also the most cherished creation of its Creator throughout his life?
But no one could hear the roar in its heart.
Until this day, a voice rang in its ears.
"I can give you a choice. Do you want to take control of your own destiny, or do you want to stay here and wait for decay and ruin?"
"Of course, the price of giving you control over your destiny is high."
"I need you to do something for me."
“This is something you must do well throughout your life.”
The voice was indifferent, as if it had no emotion at all.
But these words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the statue's heart hard.
cost?
So what if the cost is high!
Is this still a choice?
Of course it knows what to do!
It must take control of its own destiny and tell those who once looked down on it its own value!
It was also after the statue made its choice that it saw the hazy figure.
It couldn't tell whether the person in front of it was a man or a woman, but it knew that the figure in front of it was so powerful that it felt scared.
Later, the statue was taken to an ordinary world.
Here, it is given supreme power by that person.
It has changed, it has changed, everything has changed!
The mentality of the statue is also changing.
At first, the statue was delighted.
In order to prove their own value and strive to create a better future for mankind, they work hard silently.
It even does not hesitate to consume its own essence to help humans gain a foothold in this world.
In that era, it was worshipped and praised by countless people.
But later, it found that it didn't seem to need to care too much about these humans.
If you are so powerful, why do you still need recognition from humans?
It seemed that it no longer had to prove its worth to anyone.
It can even sit in the judge's seat and judge the value of these humans from a superior attitude!
Yes, that's right!
As a supreme being, why should I bow my head for the recognition of humans?
Aren't these weak humans the ones who should bow down to me and submit to me?
It was once humble, but one day it rode on the heads of humans.
Creator, dear, do you see it?
I, who was created by you personally, have completely conquered mankind!
"Tell me, who is behind you?"
"The reason I haven't killed you yet is just because I want the answer."
"Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death."
Just as the memories of the statue were flooding back to its mind, Chu Yun's voice broke its moment of fantasy.
It was still the same indifferent voice, as if there was no emotional fluctuation at all.
The tone of the voice was exactly the same as the one that awakened him that year.
But the difference is that the person in front of it is not here to give it power, but to destroy it.