Chapter 399 The True God

"God, don't go..."

The sound seemed to come from the dust floating all over the sky, or from the huge whirlpool in the sky.

Mo Ling knew that the voice was speaking to him.

"God, is it me?" Mo Ling couldn't understand.

Those staring eyes suddenly became humble, and countless dust stars gathered the square in the middle.

Seeing that Mo Ling stopped running away, the voice realized that Mo Ling understood what it was saying, so it stopped adjusting its speaking speed.

The block floated quietly in the center of the pure area, and the vortex slowly descended to the top close to the block.

A terrifying sense of oppression hit his face, and Mo Ling seemed to see a millstone of time, spinning with the whirlpool, constantly crushing everything.

However, the voice coming from the whirlpool was full of humility:

"God, please help us."

Between the gray sky and earth, countless pieces of dust are worshiping the cubes, telling their sufferings.

"God, petrified, stagnant..."

As the sounds of those joints and limbs collided, Mo Ling slowly understood everything.

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The Zombie Stone Clan originally had a genius.

When Zombie Stone was still in its insect form, the genius created a vortex that could accelerate the petrification of the entire tribe.

Zombie Stone originally thought that they could follow this genius and become a perfect petrified form, using their limited lives to explore infinite time.

But one day, the genius suddenly stopped the maelstrom.

It said to the zombie tribe: "Petrification is wrong. There will be nothingness at the end of time."

It broke away from the group, even removed all the petrification on its body, and disappeared.

The Zombie Stone Clan was unwilling to give up petrification, so they could only learn what the genius had done before and continue to maintain the vortex.

Although the effect of the vortex was not as good as before, fortunately it was able to operate normally and began to continuously attract petrified dust.

However, the good times did not last long. Suddenly one day, the zombies discovered that the petrification had stopped.

Zongshi thought there was something wrong with the whirlpool again, and quickly started to check, only to find that the whirlpool was still running normally.

After constant exploration, Zombie Stone finally came to a terrible conclusion - there was not enough petrified dust.

This is the key to petrifying them. Without dust, it means that their petrification can never continue.

The vortex is still spinning, but it can no longer attract dust.

The zombies panicked. They used the power of the vortex to explore the entire world, but no new dust was found.

They thought that the whirlpool was malfunctioning, or that other races were causing damage, but they never thought that the final reason for the obstruction of petrification was due to lack of dust.

At this moment, they thought of a way to shrink the vortex, make the petrified dust denser, and make the petrification more concentrated.

There is no way to adjust the mass, only to reduce the volume and make the density higher.

This approach soon produced results, and petrification continued.

But the good times didn't last long. It didn't take long for Zombie Stone to discover that the whirlpool was no longer enough to accommodate their bodies.

So, the zombies decided to abandon their bodies.

"It is enough to petrify the mind."

Thoughts have no volume and do not occupy the space of a whirlpool. They do not need food supplies like the body does, and they are not bound by various constraints.

Zongshi spent a long time looking for ways to detach his mind from his body.

But in the end, they discovered that the solution was all around them.

"Petrified dust."

The zombies can control the petrified dust, and in turn, the petrified dust can also bear their thoughts. With unremitting efforts, they finally completely transferred their thoughts to the dust.

At this point, they have completely become a new race.

In order to become petrified, they abandoned their bodies.

But out of habit, they will still gather dust into the shape of stones. This form of existence will make them feel more at ease.

As the vortex continued to shrink, the petrification also continued.

But the zombies know that this cannot last long, the vortex cannot be reduced infinitely, and the dust cannot be compressed infinitely.

"We need more dust." The zombies clearly knew the crux of the problem.

Therefore, they came to the Sea of ​​Creation Gods and wanted to create a god to help them find more dust.

"We have no choice. There is already a serious shortage of dust."

"Please help us, God."

"Petrification must continue, we have not seen the end of time..."

In the dust that filled the sky, Mo Ling seemed to hear countless dead stones chattering.

They tell their pain and express their desires.

"God, I haven't seen the dying stars or the colorful nebulae. I want to see it. I really want to see it..."

"God, I don't want to become the dust of the world. I want to reach eternity. I want to see the end of time..."

"God, please help us. We can abandon everything, our bodies, our minds, and even our freedom, as long as we can reach the end of petrification..."

These sounds of supplication enveloped Cube, as if Cube had truly become their god.

Listening to these longing voices, Mo Ling was speechless.

"They are still unwilling to give up petrification, and they are even more persistent in petrification."

Mo Ling had mixed feelings in his heart. He once had the same goal as those stiff stones, but when he saw the nothingness, he gave up everything.

He even had some doubts whether everything he saw when he turned into a stone was real.

Mo Ling also didn't understand why he suddenly became the god of the stone.

"Does becoming a god require experiencing everything their race has experienced?"

The gazes around him still did not disappear. Mo Ling suddenly realized that it might not be a simple gaze, but countless expectant eyes, so it was so sharp.

Under the vortex, in the dust all over the sky, the cube became the target of all the stone's wishes.

The chaotic voices hit Mo Ling's heart.

Mo Ling stood in the cube, looking at the dust all over the ground, and was extremely entangled.

He was not a god, but he could satisfy the wishes of the stone.

But did he really want to let these stone go on the wrong path?

"Why, do you have to make me make a choice?"

The mirror surface covered with dust no longer flashed pure light, and the vortex slowly rotated, waiting for Mo Ling's response.

Unconsciously, the stone had stopped talking.

The surroundings were quiet again, but the gaze was even hotter.

"If you were a god, what would you do?"

"Would you choose to deny their wishes and correct their path, or fulfill their wrong wishes and let them fend for themselves?"

"How can you escape from it when you are completely trapped in it?"

"If you can't escape, how can you become a true god?"

Mo Ling suddenly had countless questions in his mind, making him unable to breathe...