jdhmnovel Chapter 511: 9th Reincarnation Tribulation ②
Chapter 511: 9th Reincarnation Tribulation ②
The relentless industrial development and humanity's relentless exploitation of natural resources have left the earth riddled with holes. The harmonious balance of the ecosystem has been completely overturned, and the seeds of extinction have suddenly sprouted from this devastated ruin.
It is like a messenger of death. Every withered and curled leaf seems to be humming a sad elegy of a species, indicating that the earth's biodiversity is facing an unprecedented severe crisis. It is the wail of the disappearance of life and the prelude to the annihilation of hope.
The most mysterious and terrifying of all is the seed of Chaos, undoubtedly a sinister gift from a force beyond the universe. Like an evil spirit lurking in the shadows of the void, it creeps and quietly infiltrates every crevice of the human world and the ecological environment.
Since its arrival, it has quietly stirred up imperceptible waves in the trivial daily life of human beings and the delicate and fragile balance of the ecosystem.
It eagerly devours the energy emitted by human beings due to negative emotions such as fear, greed, and anger. At the same time, it also absorbs nutrients from the disorder, imbalance and decline of the ecosystem, nourishing itself madly and growing stronger.
Under the instigation of its evil power, the world is sinking deeper and deeper into a quagmire of chaos and disorder. Human sanity is like thin ice, gradually melting under the warm sun, and the ecological environment is like a wild horse running out of control, rushing towards the abyss of deterioration. The whole world seems to be caught in an endless, madly spinning vortex of chaos, with no sunlight and no way out.
Qi Mo had no intention of staying too long in this already fragmented world shrouded in darkness, because at every minute and every second, he could clearly sense the smell of decay and decline in this world, just like smelling the stench of rotting meat, which was nauseating.
However, just as he was determined to leave, among the numerous "evil fruit" seeds that were densely packed and covered the world like a malignant sore, he suddenly saw a unique and vibrant vitality -
A seed called "hope".
This seed exudes a soft yet tenacious light, carrying endless possibilities and light.
And the person who carries it is actually the person in the photo that has been hanging on the towering and solemn red wall of the Great Xia Capital for a long time, and has gone through wind and rain but never faded.
Qi Mo stared at the seed of "hope". Although he was filled with doubts, with the extraordinary wisdom and keen insight accumulated through many reincarnations, he instantly understood the reason why this seed broke through the ground.
Because faith exists.
In these long and endless dark years, there are always some people, like the torchbearers in the dark night, who hold on to the shining beliefs in their hearts and have an unswerving yearning for a better future.
This pure, fervent, rock-solid faith is like a flickering but tenacious candlelight in the cold night. Although weak, it is enough to illuminate a corner of the world, and ultimately gave birth to this rare and precious seed of "hope".
Unfortunately, the gears of fate were cruel and ruthless, and did not give Qi Mo more time to explore the story hidden behind this seed.
The moment he saw all this clearly, it seemed as if an invisible yet powerful force was surging between heaven and earth, like the roar of an ancient beast, announcing that his journey in this reincarnation had come to an end.
"The seventh time... Strictly speaking, it might not be called the seventh reincarnation. In fact, the beginnings of the last three reincarnations are all the same..."
In his seventh reincarnation, Qi Mo was thrown into the primitive age of humanity. The world at that time was like a piece of pure white paper, everything was filled with primitive simplicity and innocence.
Qi Mo, as an almost transparent bystander, quietly hides in the cracks of time and observes the evolution of mankind.
In the beginning, humans were innocent, their eyes full of curiosity and awe of the world. They lived in groups and helped each other, relying on the purest instincts to survive in this vast world.
However, as time slowly passed and civilization began to dawn, the human mind gradually opened up. In the struggle with nature and in the interactions with each other, the seeds of calculation began to be quietly planted in the hearts.
In order to compete for limited resources and to gain a higher status in the tribe, complex thoughts and cunning gradually emerged in those originally clear eyes. Innocence was swallowed up bit by bit, and the complex side of human nature began to emerge. Qi Mo witnessed all this and couldn't help feeling a little sad.
In the eighth reincarnation, Qi Mo was thrown back to the beginning of mankind. However, this time, he was no longer just a bystander, but a participant, fully integrating into the long river of human history.
During these long millions of years, Qi Mo truly felt the changes in the world. He saw the earth full of vitality and the beautiful mountains and rivers, but he also saw the sky no longer blue and the rivers no longer clear, and the world once became gloomy and chaotic.
He was there, witnessed the decline behind the prosperity, felt the wanton trampling of nature and beauty by human beings in the pursuit of development, and his heart was filled with helplessness and sighs.
In his ninth reincarnation, Qi Mo became one of the first individuals to exist in the world, like the ancestors of mankind. This time, he retained all his memories and powers, but when he was in this world, Qi Mo keenly sensed that a subtle and dangerous power fluctuation was quietly spreading.
He clearly felt that spiritual power - the power that maintains the balance and vitality of the world - was like the sand in an hourglass, slowly flowing away and dissipating.
In contrast, the evil forces from beyond the universe surged like a surging tide, growing and pressing forward. That dark force exuded a cold and decaying aura, attempting to drag the entire world into an endless abyss.
Facing the question raised by the Demon God earlier, Qi Mo already had the answer in his heart. His response was concise and powerful: "In short, greed is the beginning of destruction."
Qi Mo spoke slowly, his tone carrying the insight and conviction of someone who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. These words also explained why he had resolutely placed a seal on himself at the beginning of his ninth reincarnation.
He knew very well that in this world completely eroded by material desires, temptations were everywhere, like poisonous snakes lurking in the dark, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.
Even if your beliefs are as firm as a rock, if you are not careful, you may lose yourself in this complex world, be assimilated by endless greed and desire, and thus deviate from your mission and fall into an irretrievable situation.
After hearing this, the demon god's eyes flashed with approval, and his fingers gently stroked the armrests on both sides of the throne that appeared at some point, while the dark green gem with dense dragon patterns on the hem of his clothes flickered, as if responding to the trajectory of reincarnation.
He suddenly chuckled, his voice filled with a hint of desolate relief.