"I can't give you an accurate answer."

In mid-air, the 'nether' projection of the purple-haired golden boy looked at Li Guanqi and said softly: "Perhaps, I don't know how many years later, my body far away in the depths of the universe can give you an answer, but unfortunately, you

What I saw was just a projection that was recorded in advance.

Inside the bronze ring I left behind, in addition to the projection of the body I am speaking to now, there is also: my first drop of blood - the blood of Perfect Tongyou.

This drop of perfect Tongyou blood should be able to drive the Tongyou blood in your body to evolve to an advanced stage, the stage that is only one step away from the perfect Tongyou blood, that is, the stage of purple hair and purple child.

This process took me almost a hundred years to complete.

At the beginning, I just drank the potion made with the dark night gene. After completing the first evolution of Tongyouxue, only if I overuse my spiritual power at night, my hair, eyes, and lips will turn purple, and the strength of my spiritual power will increase.

.

But a hundred years later, whenever I want, I can turn on this purple-haired purple boy with a state of greatly increased spiritual power.

These are characteristics, please remember them well so that you can judge your own situation.

However, I spent a hundred years waiting for Tongyou blood to slowly change, and you most likely won't need that long. After you absorb my blood, it should only take a month.

But if nothing else happens, it is basically impossible for you to evolve perfect Nether Blood with this drop of my blood.

To perfect your blood circulation, you have to rely on yourself.

My advice is - let nature take its course.

I was resurrected after dying of old age naturally, so you'd better do the same, pay attention to safety, don't get killed by others, find a small place to stay slowly, maybe you can be resurrected after you die of old age?

Of course, if you don't want to live anymore, you can also choose to commit suicide and see if you can be resurrected directly after death.

But I don’t recommend doing this.”

Having said this, 'You' looked down at Li Guanqi, with a moving smile on his beautiful face, "Actually, I don't know if the recordings I made can be seen by others, nor do I know when they will be seen.

, am I still alive?

After all, the characteristic of the Son of Tongyou is that only one can live in each era.

I don’t know if this is a characteristic of this planet or a characteristic that encompasses the entire universe. If so, then I may have died deep in the starry sky when the next son of Tongyou sees this projection.

But, who knows?

Anyway, that’s all I have to say, goodbye, my descendants.”

"Zizi——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the projection of 'You' flickered for a while and then disappeared completely.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, the bronze ring that was suspended in mid-air and released a projection exploded, and a drop of purple-black blood emitting golden light splashed out from it. It escaped directly into the center of Li Guanqi's eyebrows and seeped into the blood from his pores.

"ah!"

In an instant, Li Guanqi's face turned hideous due to the severe pain all over his body. He staggered and leaned against the purple gold coffin. He clutched the edge of the coffin with his left hand and lowered his head as he howled in pain.

Hot!

The blood all over his body felt as if it was on fire, and the burning sensation filled all his senses!

Fortunately, the severe pain did not last long, because soon Li Guanqi completely fainted and collapsed.

And by chance, he was standing next to the purple gold coffin. Due to his height and the height of the coffin, he was top-heavy and fell straight into the inside of the coffin, lying down inside.

"Good guy, I'm still lying in a coffin before I die."

Hades spoke in his head.

It's a pity that Li Guanqi has completely lost consciousness and can't reply to his words, and the artifacts don't like him, so naturally they won't talk to him.

silence.

Quiet.

There was deathly silence in the tomb, and there was no sound anymore, except for the faint sound of blood boiling...

The evolution of Tongyou Blood began rapidly, seemingly silently, yet loudly.

…

…

Elf hiding space.

temple.

Elwin was wearing a green robe, standing in front of the statue of Edfens in the center of the temple, bowing his head and praying to the main god of the elves. The priest's wooden staff beside him seemed to be spiritual, floating beside him and constantly surrounding him.

"Do you really exist?"

Suddenly, the inarticulate prayer turned into a soft inquiry.

Elwin raised his head and looked up at the statue of Edfens with complicated eyes, "If you really exist, why do you turn a blind eye to the elves who are suffering from this disaster? How can there be any faith in a god who cannot protect his believers?

What's the meaning...

Lord, I often tell the elves that the gods are disappointed with this selfish world, so they choose to live in the divine world and no longer live in the mortal world, but the blessings of the gods will still be showered on devout believers.

But is this really the case?

Miracles appear in the elves from time to time, euphemistically called 'the gift of the Lord'.

But after I took over as the high priest and received the knowledge inherited from the priest's scepter, I learned that these so-called miracles were the effects of the spells of the nine-level high priests of the past generations. They had joined forces from generation to generation to deceive all the elves.

Pretending to have the illusion that the gods still exist.

Therefore, I have never seen a real miracle, nor have my teachers, nor have their teachers. I suspect that the high priests of all ages have never seen any real miracles at all.

Isn't this funny?

That night, my faith almost collapsed.

But looking at the scared, frightened, and crying elves hiding here, I told myself that my faith can collapse, but they cannot, because they need faith to maintain the hope of living.

So I became a liar too.

Maybe the teacher is like this too, and the teacher’s teachers are like this too, maybe it’s been like this since the second generation of high priests.

From being deceived, we become deceivers. We take over the scepter of the previous generation of priests and begin to deceive the next generation of elves.

Why is this?

Because a so-called belief in a god can actually make all elves regain hope in life... It's really ridiculous.

I don't understand Daluo people very much.

I have read a book called "Believers and Non-Believers". The book describes that in most countries and nations in the world, there are both believers and non-believers, with the exception of the Daluo Dynasty.

It is said that at the beginning of the New Era, when the country's Daluo Dynasty did not yet exist, and when the artifact Yutian Great Wall had not yet appeared, that area was still called the "Central Plains" and was still in the era of divided rule.

The people of the Central Plains at that time also believed in God.

However, since the founding of the People's Republic of China by Luo Shihuang three thousand years ago, they have not believed in gods. During festivals and festivals, they worship their ancestors and national heroes of all dynasties.

From that generation onwards, Daluo people began to vigorously reform faith issues.

Luo Shihuang has a famous saying that impressed me deeply.

——I'm hungry, and the gods can't even give me a steamed bun, so this god is of no use to me. I just don't believe it!

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... until the millennium of the founding of Daluo, the people of Daluo completely lost their tradition of belief in gods.

I don't understand very much.

Daluo people don't even have any spiritual sustenance. If this is the case, how do they survive in times of crisis?

I don't understand.

Because I only know that that night, if I hadn't told everyone, "Our Lord sent a prophecy, a male human who came here with a wreath of blessings would become the savior of our elves and lead us back to the Holy City."

'.

If I hadn't said this, all the surviving elves would have suffered a nervous breakdown, right?

well……"

Elwin lowered his head and sighed heavily, "Gods? The gods I have believed in for hundreds of years, in the end, their only function is to deceive and to give spiritual sustenance to the elves. This is really ridiculous.

It’s so ridiculous that I can’t even laugh.”

"High Priest!"

Suddenly, a man's steady voice came from outside the gate of the temple, "It's time to cleanse the dust for my Lord. Can I come in?"

"Come in."

Alwin looked back at the door.

In his line of sight, the green stone door of the temple slowly opened. A tall, thin man, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a set of dark red leather armor, with three long black sheath knives hanging from his waist, was blond and blue-eyed.

, the elf with a handsome appearance but a resolute expression walked in.

The current chief scout of the elves—Yamen.
To be continued...