Chapter 679： God admired by mortals

The dark jewel-like sky curtain shone with diamond-like brilliance.

The deep dark sky echoed the dark sky in the big bronze cauldron, pulling out the stars, one after another in the dark sky in the cauldron.

When the dark sky in the cauldron was full of stars, George waved his wand again and said loudly.

"The source of life and death is rooted in the power of the phoenix's cycle of life and death. The cycle of life and death is neither bright nor dark!"

He raised his hand and summoned that the black jewel-like sky in Zhouwang's cauldron floated from the cauldron and turned into a curtain of twinkling stars, enclosing the red and black sphere.

The red and black spheres were now covered with a curtain of twinkling stars, transforming into the appearance of a planet, with brilliance flowing. The stars on the dark curtain are connected dot by dot, reflecting each other, reflecting the stars in the sky.

With the curtain of stars, the orb became quiet again, and the mountain was completely quiet again.

George turned around and looked at Anna who had been watching him worriedly.

He smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I worried you again."

George blinked at Anna, "I have to take a break first, maybe it won't take a long time, maybe it will take a few days, only trouble you to wait for me here."

Anna walked up and stood quietly in front of George with a warm smile, "Go ahead, I will always be here waiting for you."

"I will always wait for you, no matter how long." She nodded and said affirmatively.

"I think I need a little good luck." George smiled, took a step forward, and hugged Anna tightly.

He took a deep breath, released Anna, stepped back, with a gentle smile, and said softly, "It's fine now, you will bless me."

"Of course, I will bless you." Anna said with a smile.

"Then, see you later!"

"See you later!"

George blinked at Anna, waved his hand, and returned to the orb surrounded by the twinkling sky.

He whispered, "I hope it won't be long."

After speaking, he turned into a black shadow, penetrated into the sphere wrapped by the dark sky, and merged into the planet-like sphere.

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At this time, under the Gang Rinpoche Mountain, it was a sleepless night with anxiety.

After the divine bird chirping that resounded through the world, everyone was sure that there were gods on the mountain.

The sound that resounds through the world is not a sound that any creature in the world can make. Only gods, only gods, can make such sounds and possess such magical powers.

After confirming that there are gods on the mountain, it did not eliminate people's fears.

The mountain where ancestors have lived for generations, there really are gods, such a fact, so shocked that everyone can not recover.

Having gods around him is not a good thing to look forward to, as some simple people think.

When the human beings were aloof, they suddenly discovered that there was a **** with great power and incomprehensibility on his head. At this moment, the human heart is broken. At this moment, people only understand their true thoughts.

When there are no gods on weekdays, they can pray to the gods with peace of mind, and exchange their spiritual comfort by praying to the gods.

After all, this is an equivalent exchange, regardless of whether they are good people or criminals. Before prayer, everyone can pray and confess without cost. Although they may not be able to receive the blessing of the gods, they did receive spiritual comfort.

But when the gods really exist, people have different mentalities in their minds.

They began to worry, they began to fear, what kind of mind the gods will be.

They worry, they fear, the careful thoughts they hide. The unbearable thoughts in their hearts, the gray past of their lives, whether all these kinds of things can really be forgiven by the gods.

Such thoughts will make them uneasy and frighten them. The gods used for prayer are completely different from the real gods.

The gods used to pray have no ability to punish. Whether it is a good person or a criminal, face the gods who pray. They only need to read a few words of repentance and repentance, and they can relieve some of their burdens, as if they have gained forgiveness and tolerance.

After that, they returned to their original lives. Good people continue to be good people, and criminals continue to be criminals. The cycle continues until they come to pray again and repent again next time.

The true gods are not like that. There are many differences between true gods and praying gods.

Whether it is the great flood, **** of fire, or the burning of the city in the myth, these are not methods used to forgive sins.

Gods never exist to protect mankind. Gods are the creators who are higher than mankind, who created mankind, and even created the entire world For true gods, once humans are too depraved, gods do not mind destroying all mankind and creating the world again.

For humans, no human being can say that he is clean. Even a newborn baby has the original sin inherited from the parent.

Under such circumstances, there is no normal person who, after careful consideration, still dreams of eager to see the true god. Facing the true gods, human beings are like dust, like ants, and they turn into dust in the evening.

In ancient times, Ye Gong was good at dragons, who used dragon-shaped ornaments as clothing and dragon-shaped ornaments as books. The inscriptions in the house were all in the shape of dragons. Later, Tianlong heard about it, and went down to see it. When Ye Gong saw it, he abandoned it and left, losing his soul, and his face was colorful.

Ye Gong is a good dragon, but after all, his favorite is just a harmless fake dragon. Mortals admire the gods, and after all, they admire the gods of faith without harm.

Once the gods really existed, all humans would just shiver and hide in fear. Humans are afraid of being seen by real gods, and humans are afraid of being cleansed by their own sins.

Thinking of these, the fear brought by the gods far exceeds the expectations brought by the gods.

But not everyone just feels scared. There are a hundred people of all kinds. Some are fearful, some are expecting, some are afraid, some are desperate.

Tom's head is filled with joy.

The photos he took halfway up the mountain, plus the testimonies of everyone, were enough to cause a sensation.

His uncle is already rushing over from America with the money and the photographer.

As long as things go well, tomorrow, he can face the photographer and talk freely. Eventually boarded the headlines of the world news. With the photos in his hand and his desperate eloquence, this time he made a fortune.

As for the worries about the gods, he didn't think so much.