What If All the Girls In the Cultivation World Want To Catch Me

Only in this way...Only in this way can we understand what Kaitian is, and only if there is nothing, can we create everything.

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Everything is a miracle, even darkness and silence, death is the fate of life, and life is the hymn of death.

Standing on the boundless earth, the star-gazing river flows sun and moon, and there are countless lives in the vigorous world that continue to regenerate and perish. Their birth and death are meaningless to the stars and the sky, and even they themselves don’t understand. This meaning.

All life is born according to an instinct, that is continuation. Life is the greatest miracle. The essence of a miracle is to create the next miracle. Countless creatures that have never been seen before are born by coincidence, yet again Lost in inevitability and accidents again and again.

At a suitable time, on a suitable star, some ancient existences will continue the miracle before they disappear, until something different is born, and the born creatures ushered in a great explosion.

All acquired creatures originate from inborn miracles, but they are so fragile and as small as dregs compared to inborn creatures. They repeat destruction and rebirth all the time, in order to make them more beneficial to miracles. Continue.

This miracle is the origin of life, and perhaps the greatest blessing of the endless starry sky. This process is like a trial and error. When things of infinite power are weak, things of deceit will also encounter helplessness. At that time, things that travel between the sky and the sea may be king for a time, but it also ends in a day.

This is true for any life. The miracle of extinction will leave something to the miracle of new life, so that the new life will no longer be wrong. If it is wrong, it will only serve as a beacon on the path of the next miracle.

Everything is like this. Divide the initial miracle into trillions and try and make mistakes in the long river of time. Things that survive have a reason for survival, and things that perish have no choice but to perish. It's a pity for most of them. As far as the acquired creatures are concerned, they rely on the stars and are members of the stars since they were born.

They will never be separated from the place where they were born, and they are destined to only exist for a moment, not even touched by the next miracle, just such a silent birth, a silent existence, and a silent death.

This is the destination of most postnatal creatures, and even the marks left by them will be erased by the latter. Perhaps there is no light in this era, because for many creatures there is no darkness at all.

And this is also true for a race that has fewer than a few thousand individuals, lives in different places, and is used by the beasts as food.

They are the future human race. The brothers and sisters who were born with them are more or less perished, but they don't even feel difficult, because it is meaningless, they don't feel what their existence is.

They are just in this common homeland that belongs to hundreds of millions of living beings. They are not a high-ranking ordinary creature. For them, they only need to eat and drink. No matter when death will come, they will not come. Perhaps only at that moment will I feel the fear of dying.

Or maybe there is no fear at all.

The silent forest that used to survive has become no longer suitable for survival. Many new beasts continue to plunder everything in this poor race. They have never left the forest at all. They left their homes to find a new home, but originally thousands of individuals migrated together. , But now there are less than a dozen bodies left.

Minus the scattered, dead, culled by beasts, and those who can no longer move, they are so fragile that they will face countless crises if they just move forward, but because of this, they can only move forward.

Because no matter where they live, they will be preyed by powerful beasts. They have weak arms and feet that can’t run fast. They have a much narrower field of vision than predators. They can’t see anything at night, and they can stay empty. Eyes that see colors are not particularly sensitive ears, plus a sense of smell that is better than nothing.

Their appearance seems to be just an accident, because they are not as good as any creatures in a certain aspect. They are wet with rain and dew, and although they can adapt to various environments, they are always the lowest level of existence in that part of the environment.

Their strongest thing seems to be just adaptability. Besides that, they are basically just walking meals. Once they encounter any creatures stronger than them, they are basically bound to die.

From the beginning of leaving that beautiful forest, it seems that they are doomed to perish. This is a dying tribe, an inconspicuous existence among hundreds of millions of beings. They may not even realize that their genocide will be destroyed. In the morning and evening.

But this dying tribe has many habits that no creatures don’t. They will look up to the sky when they are doing nothing. Whether it’s the blue sky or the night sky, no creatures other than them will waste time for a long time in such meaningless things. Things.

The claws are sharp, so that the claws can tear everything, and the shell is strong, so that the shell can resist everything, and the action is agile, so that the action is so fast that no other creatures can capture it. Since the power is strong, let the power change There is nothing to match it.

All things continue the miracle in this way, and there is only one dying tribe born in an accident. They all have a little bit, but they are not excellent in any way, but this also brings them completely different world.

Seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, looking at everything that exists from different directions, and this difference finally caused the initial thinking!

The creatures who can only see will only use the same perspective all their lives, and the creatures who can only listen will only listen to the same voice for the rest of their lives, but this dying tribe will repeatedly treat one thing from different perspectives. This comprehensive understanding has given them new miracles.

Spirituality...

They may not be the first creatures with so many perceptions, nor are they the first creatures forced to survive to and fro. Many creatures have faced this test, but most of them are dead.

Because a miracle is only a miracle after all, it is too difficult to continue in a simple way.

For them, everything they possess is not competitive, their end is also perish, nothing can be left, all traces are erased by time, this dying tribe does not even realize this, still When I have nothing to do, I like to look at the sky above my head and stretch out my hand to touch it.

Without language and communication, people of the same race will only make exactly the same movements at this moment. When everything is kneeling on the ground and running on all fours in order to survive, they do the opposite and stand up just for the sake of survival. Can get closer to the sky!

The dying clan and the sky that can never be touched, this may be the original romance.

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Time will not leave any affection. Time has no mercy or cruelty. It just flows continuously, and the future flows forever, until there is nothing more to witness its existence.

At that time, time will also be dead.

The dying tribe has lost a lot of people today. Even though they have climbed as high as possible when they sleep at night, they are still hunted down by the phantom of the night, and even in order to find a new place to live, their descendants unknowingly Even the ability to survive on the tree has been lost.

The cave became their only refuge. They were happy to do so, and lingered in the dark cave. In fact, if they did so, they could continue, but there was another thing in them that was not allowed, that is, they wanted Touch the sky.

Perhaps even climbing a tree is to touch the sky. Spirituality has been born, and time will prove that spirituality will let this tribe perish or prosper.

Most people stayed in the cave, and a few people went out. This is a disagreement. Their offspring will continue to have different miracles from now on. These people who went out may not even know about it. They have completed the original Albert.

They resist the instinct to survive and seek out things that cannot be touched, no matter what the other side of the sky is. From the moment they reach out to the sky and stand up to get close to the sky, even if they can't fly, their spirit is The earth can no longer be restricted.

This part of the people who went out did not have a good life, it can even be said to be very poor. They were accompanied by the journey under the wind and meal, staring in front of their dead companions, and they shed tears that were not instinctive for the first time.

It is not to protect the eyes, nor to allow the dust to be washed out. This is a precious experience brought to them by spirituality. They felt sadness. They knelt before the corpse of the tribe and kissed the cheek of the tribe as usual, but the tribe no longer Can't respond to them with the same kiss.

"Woo...oooo..."

The surviving people made strange noises, and the vocal cords, which were almost useless, gave out the first spiritual wailing.

The people who had separated not long ago reunited in the future, but they can only look at them from a distance, watching them being swallowed by wild beasts. The dying clan understands their fate. They have no place to go except the cave, the outside world. Will devour everything about them.

Spirituality allowed them to overcome instinct, but they ushered in destruction. The people who first walked out of the cave can hardly continue to the third generation. Their descendants rely on a group of only a dozen or so people to embrace the baby, and they are constantly in the plateau lakes and mountain peaks. Looking for his home in the earth.

They want to live where they can reach out and touch the sky.

In the end, they and their people living in the cave were no longer the same. They lost the original miracle and got a new miracle. They no longer compromised everything for survival. They began to look for a better place. Find a place where there are no beasts, no natural enemies, and all sweet fruits.

This dying clan wanders at the moment of extinction all the time. There can be thousands of people in many cases, and only dozens of people when they are young. They have been looking for them, and they are constantly searching. Even if they find them, they want to find them. Places closer to the sky, but those places are not suitable for them to survive.

But they are still looking for it. Even if they find a perfect place to live, they are not satisfied. Some people waved goodbye to their original partners. Regardless of the way forward, they ignored life and death and moved forward.

There is no fixed abode, because even their souls are dedicated to the sky. Their search has long lost their original survival instinct. They don't know what they are looking for, but they just keep searching.

The people who stayed in the snow field were frozen to death in a severe weather a few years later.

The people who stayed in the warm woods were ultimately lost to the beasts.

The people who stayed in the mountain died of the collapsed mountain just because of a small earthquake.

The people who stayed in the cave lost their hearts forever, just lived.

Even though hundreds of years, thousands of years, and tens of thousands of years have passed, this tribe has remained on the verge of extinction at any time. Their figures are extremely weak, but they are stronger than any other creatures, even more unrestrained birds. There are even more places to reach!

They have never prospered, never really perished, and there will always be some people who resolutely embark on a journey to find the true abode in their hearts, until the helpless birth and death turns into romance, and they get the meaning of their lives, even for any other For the creatures, it is meaningless, but for them, it is truly alive.

Even if they are unable to resist the beasts, a cold rain will take their lives. The extremely fragile body has an inner heart that cannot be blocked by anything. Many beasts that dominate one side, their number is one hundred thousand million, and this one The number of dying clans never rises.

This is a kind of helplessness, because they have been actively discarding the possibility of making themselves prosperous, always, always, no matter how small the possibility is, at least there has been, even if it can last for decades, hundreds of years, this is the vast majority. The instinct of living creatures.

But this dying clan is unwilling to take root.

This is one of the greatest hymns, because they will keep giving in order to get what they want until they are completely extinct in this world, but it’s no big deal. They are indulged in this pursuit other than birth and death. They have nothing to lose anyway, but they have been gaining it all the time.

Between the reincarnation of life and death, the predecessors passed away, and the descendants set off on the road. They left footprints in the beautiful world with only a few hundred people and thousands of people. No matter when the extinction will come, they have more precious things than living. thing.

This thing has been accumulating and has been affecting them, to the point that they are different from all living beings. They have lost as much as they have gained, and they can even give up the miracle of living, and they have obtained a miracle that is more precious than simply living. , That is something that even Chaos can only get a little at the beginning.

They are lives, but also creatures.

The dying tribes are also on the road today. They will never stop. Only death can block their path. Whether their extinction survives or not has absolutely no meaning to other creatures.

The world is changing, always changing, and those who can’t adapt are extinct. Those who can adapt are king, and the beasts become more and more lethal. Many races that can dominate an era have appeared, and the dead tribe has come to perish countless times. At the critical point, until the day when it truly comes to end.

The dying tribe has never prospered, they are just an accident, an accident among hundreds of millions of creatures.

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Things that slowly become spiritual are not only the dying tribe, but almost all living creatures have brought their spirituality to life.

Anything that exists has its own position since its appearance. Insect-eating, bird-eating, beast-eating, beasts, and beasts have incomparable kings of beasts. They rely on their strongest advantages to conquer one side, and it will not be suitable. Everything that survives is eliminated.

The pack of wolves, evil tigers, fierce leopards, mad lions, and various poisonous insects and threats finally brought the dead clan to the closest moment of extinction. There were less than a hundred people on the entire star, and they were fragile and could not bear the changes in the world.

Once the dwelling is discovered by the herd, what awaits them is the destruction of the entire dwelling. Even if there are survivors, it is difficult to survive on a single part.

The last residence of the deceased tribe was discovered and destroyed by the herd. Only less than 30 people were left to escape. The wounded fell ill and died a few days later. Some of them hid in the cave. In the end, there were only a dozen people and The ancestors continue to look for a place to live, no matter how romantic they were, they will always be so vulnerable when facing life and death.

They didn't even know that they were the last members of this dying clan.

The female members with their babies walked at the end, and the men who walked on the road watched the road cautiously. Even though they were already very careful, the smell of blood on their bodies attracted the nearby predators.

A ferocious beast slowly walked out of the dense forest with arrogant footsteps. Its ferocious eyes were exactly like looking at a good meal. People know this beast. He is almost synonymous with killing, whether it is fangs or sharp teeth. Both speed and power surpass many beasts.

This kind of beast rarely appears in groups, because there is no need, and no creature is its opponent. It is a king that people must not provoke. When encountering this kind of beast, the only thing that can be done is to escape.

Without any extra words, people turned around and ran, but the speed was like an ant crawling in front of this beast. Its developed limbs jumped high and easily killed a person from the sky.

People think that this may be an opportunity, because the dying clan has always survived like this. By abandoning their companions and fleeing, any creature can only flee when facing a natural enemy that is impossible to hostile. There is no accident. This is heaven and earth. reason.

The roar of the beast was frightening, and the children cried. This directly attracted the attention of the beast. It did not eat for a while, but rushed to hunt and kill it. Behind it appeared two or three beasts exactly like it, but much smaller. It should be its child.

Its children feasted on the dead, and its children looked at people's babies with greedy eyes.

The beast rushed forward, biting the escaping woman with one bite, and almost bit her head with a strong bite. The child she was holding made a painful cry, but the beast was swallowed in the next second.

The cry stopped abruptly, people had no resistance except to run away. In the face of something that they could never defeat, no creature would try to resist. This is instinct, this is instinct, and even resistance is difficult to do. What, many creatures have resisted, but that is just to make oneself die faster.

The mortal helpless resistance is just the last tragedy of life.

In this, a man recalled the home slaughtered by the beasts while escaping. He thought of raising his own person. The woman killed by the beast was his partner, and the baby swallowed by one mouthful was his. Child, everyone around him is at large, and he is also at large.

But where can he escape? Was it eaten by the next beast? Where is it safe, can I only go back to the dark cave? An emotion burned violently on him. This emotion appeared for the first time in his life. There was no fear or fear. The instinct for survival had turned into a cloud of smoke, and his eyes were burning with spiritual anger.

The sky is big, why there is no place for them to exist, they have never been bloodthirsty, have never killed other creatures, they hate the smell of blood, they just want to walk on this land, they have not been an enemy of anything , But why, why do they have to face such a massacre?

At this moment, a miracle was born on him.

Spirituality made his emotions surpass the instinct to survive. At this moment, he thought it was meaningless to live. The endless grief tore the world in his eyes. He was the strongest person among them, and he could almost say it. It escaped.

He won his life. He was supposed to be the lucky one. No creature will turn around at this time. Since the birth of a creature, there will never be a creature turning around at this time. Even flying insects and ants know how to escape. This is contrary to nature and this. It's not a behavior that a creature should have, it's against the nature and the way!

But he gritted his teeth and turned his head!

Spirituality made him choose to die, not...

It's not spirituality, it's self, it's himself, it's self, it's that I don't want to live like this! His soul shouted so, not to save anyone or to survive, but for the first time that he felt that it shouldn't be so, but as a living being, he ignored life and death.

He broke a sharp branch from the tree on the side. It was the first weapon of him and even the entire human race, the first wooden spear.

The instinct of living beings is to survive in countless deaths, but his nature at the moment has gotten more important things beyond life and death.

Holding the broken branch tightly, he screamed and rushed towards the beast. The beast could not understand what the fragile blood eater was trying to do. He pierced the eyes of the beast with a wooden spear. The beast wailed and retreated, but instead of retreating, he Go one step further.

Holding a wooden spear in his hand, the blood, cells, and all the things that make up his existence are repeating a sentence, killing the beast in front of him. We are not blood eaters. We have stretched out our hands to touch the sky countless times. We have fallen down in helplessness countless times, but we have never surrendered. We have been to the mountains, to the snowfields, to see the sea, to the canyons, and to the deserts. Our experience will never be as good as these things.

We stand up to see farther, our eyes are to see the land to be conquered, we give up to get, we shouldn’t just die as simple as this, we know the danger and we must move forward, just because of our footprints Haven't broken through the sky yet!

What am I.

What are we?

We are...people!

His heart was beating at a terrifying speed, his blood surged, his muscles were trembling, he opened his mouth, revealing the fangs that humans have, and the blood of beasts splashed in his mouth. Eyes are more fearful than this beast.

He gave up life and death, he wanted to prove what he was and why he came into this world. The wooden spear in his hand was not sharp, but he ignored the big mouth of the beast, and he only wanted to kill the thing in front of him.

If the birth of the dying clan is only an accident, then he is an accident in an accident. Numerous accidents have formed a miracle. Anything that a creature has never possessed has finally undergone a qualitative change in the resistance instinct again and again, forming the initial rebellion.

Extremely inverse, people.

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In the reciprocal birth and death of the dying small clan, there is a ghost of time and space that has been witnessing all this. No one knows his existence, and there are only a few hours in his eyes for thousands of years.

In this extremely fast flow of time, everything suddenly freezes in his eyes.

Xia Yi stood next to a man who only used vines and leaves as clothes, looked at the branches he clenched with both hands, and then looked back at the beast on the other side. This beast's posture made Xia Yi feel depressed.

This is an elephant as large as an elephant, with its claws bent and sharp as blades, and its teeth like shark teeth. There are also two saber teeth protruding out of the mouth like double swords. This ancient fierce beast almost stood on the ground. At the top of the beast, even a monk had to drink hate if he was not careful.

Ask yourself, if he were a mortal, Xia Yi would not dare to consider any resistance at all. Even if he had a weapon in his hand, he would be frightened and lost the moment he saw this beast.

The four weeks have completely stagnated, and there is no existence that can see Xia Yi at this moment, because Xia Yi is only the most memorable time when looking back at the changes in the bloodline.

He saw the ancestors reaching out to touch the sky, and seeing them bid farewell to their relatives and stepping forward resolutely, and saw countless people falling on the road, before dying, they would do their best to reach out to the starry sky. The human race was in Sigu. It is a small clan that has been marginalized and has never even been on the stage of history.

To describe how they are different, perhaps it is a kind of obsession of all the different creatures, but it is like someone stopping and someone hiding in a cave. This kind of obsession is not owned by everyone.

But at least those with this obsession have made the future human race, a generation of starry sky overlord, Xia Yi understands that the man in front of him is the first hunter of the human race, the first person to use weapons in the human race, and the first human race to try to challenge the fundamentals. The person who cannot conquer.