[Death is a disaster that most intelligent lives will face no matter how they avoid it.

A general who is unbeaten, an emperor who is powerful in the world, a researcher who transcends the times... No matter who is, no matter how outstanding an individual is, he will feel powerless when facing death.

Because death cannot live forever, fragile mortals need to reproduce, give birth to descendants, and pass on knowledge and power to later generations.

Because of death, all selfish lives are either forced or voluntarily chosen to contribute. Because of the end that is destined to usher in, in order not to be forgotten, they choose to pass on everything they have, give their descendants, or inherit the "inheritors" of their thoughts, and this is the original prototype of "inheritance and education".

It can be said that death laid the foundation for civilization.

But, if.

Just if.

If a civilization defeats death, will its members regain their natural instinctive selfishness, abandon their cooperation and inheritance for thousands of years, and live forever as a lonely but complete individual?]

Who knows?

"My parents have passed away for many years, and even hundreds of years have passed, my ***** has begun to grow old, but I still miss them very much."

The old voice sounded in the extremely wide hall. The sound was not deliberately amplified. It was just an old man who was somewhat vague: "I always want to tell them every important decision I made. I want them to know my life and to be proud of everything I have."

"But I made a mistake."

With a hint of regret, it rang out and dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

Thakur Annihilation Clan, the twelve sanctuary world

They are twelve artificial worlds that are completely composed of psychic energy.

Before the racial war with the Amos people, there was only one in the world of Heaven, which existed as the capital of the sect at that time. But now, the world collection of the twelve sacred places is already a behemoth spanning several star fields. They serve as the political center, cultural center, commercial center of the sect... In short, the center of everything civilization is.

They are the pride of the Thakurs. Both the Amos and the Thakurs know very well that the Twelve Holy Places are the last and most solid fortresses of the Thakurs. In the long past, there was a moment when the Amos royal court defeated the Thakurs' defense line and ignited the flames of destruction to the capital of the sect. However, in that long world offensive and defensive battle, the aggressive royal army stopped under the complete defense of the Sky World, and finally had to return in disgrace under the threat of reinforcements.

In the rumors of Amos with disgust and fear, there is no core center known to any foreigner, and the biggest secret of the Thakur people is hidden in the center of the twelve sanctuaries.

They guessed it right.

Because in the center of the twelve sanctuaries, there is indeed a thirteenth heavenly world that is unknown to outsiders.

Bloody battles in the Galaxy, the Thakur Annihilation Clan, and the center of the Twelve Holy Places, a small world can be seen in the void shrouded by surging spiritual energy and divine power waves like a sea tide.

The Patriarch of the Thakur Cult Order, Georg Takur, is moving slowly in this small world, an extremely huge celestial body-level palace that accounts for more than 95% of the entire world.

This is a magnificent palace composed entirely of silver-blue psychic medium. It has simple and upright shapes without any unnecessary decorations and runes. Apart from the nearly endless seats and platforms on both sides of the hall, two rows of giant pillars that enter the sky and endlessly extending steps form a descent road leading to the core of the world.

And above the sky, under the dome of the palace, a complex supernatural sun of blue-colored spiritual energy and divine power releases light like a chandelier, shining on the world.

[Faith guides the direction, wisdom forges the way forward]

【No need to be confused, express doubts】

【We are always with you】

It can be vaguely heard that in the spiritual energy and divine power that filled the entire world's palace, a faint holy word sounded, and then returned to silence.

In this faint sound and light, the Patriarch walked forward silently, little by little, towards the core of the world. He looked painful and tired, and seemed to be suffering tremendous torture in his heart.

"I'm stupid, I made a mistake..." He whispered to himself: "But it is my fellow citizens who suffer from the disaster."

Wisdom and stupidity are relative.

[Life with wisdom will naturally make stupid moves: because of emotions, because of stupidity, because of impulse, because of instinct... and finally, because of faith.

Faith is fanatical worship, the farthest distance from the truth. It is difficult to admit that in a super void power that spans the world's galaxy, there are actually primitive religious existences in the world and civilizations with true gods, because no matter how bad the true gods in those forces are, they are nothing more than a dictatorial empire that is fanatical worshipped.

When God is nothing more than a highest class, a state that can be reached by mortals, the boundaries with man are blurred, and the so-called faith is reduced to a follow-up to the doctrine of correctness and truth.

But the Thakur Annihilation Order is different.

Their faith is true faith, not to offer "awe" and "worship" to an idol, a real God, to the true power of the true God.

Even, what they believe in is not "annihilation", not "prophecy", not a "concept", and what they even believe in is not "faith".

But they themselves.]

"Ah, hello."

"You're okay, too."

Walking on the increasingly dimmed stairs of the palace, the silent Patriarch suddenly spoke. He turned his head and tried to swear to the seemingly empty area on one side. He raised his hand to say hello. What is surprising is that a gentle voice really responded to him, and he could even vaguely see a colorless translucent phantom flashed away with a smile on his face.

[Smart life always refuses death. Apart from the jade hope that "live", their biggest jade hope may be to defeat "death".

Most of the people failed, they died and disappeared from the world, and a small number of people succeeded. Although they were decaying, their spirits remained.

The former is the most common people, and the latter is the top elites in the history of civilization. Perhaps because of this, perhaps not, but it has to be admitted that smart life pursues the motivation of "eternal life", and some of them must be incorporated into the jade hope of "becoming an elite and leaving their own name in history".

Therefore, under the impetus of this motivation, civilization has made persistent progress and persistent changes.

In order to defeat death, to not be forgotten, to prove your existence...

I exist, whether it is now or in the future.]

The Patriarch's advance speed seemed very slow, but in fact it was very fast. He walked in a world completely shaped by psychic energy. The only thing that determines his advance speed was the advancement of "thoughts", which was reflected in the movement of the external world. It was just a symbol, a ritual to activate something.

This ceremony gradually reached the end, and you can see that there were more and more translucent figures suddenly appearing and disappearing in the surrounding world hall. The nearly infinite seats were filled with dense figures, as if they were pondering, praying, and meditating.

Until the end, even in the sky, earth, and every inch of the hall appeared translucent fluctuations, as if the whole world began to wake up, the Patriarch happened to arrive at this mysterious hall world, located in the center of the deep underground.

He raised his head and looked at the center of the magnificent palace forged with the world as raw material.

It was an extremely huge ball of light with a translucent texture, flashing with colorless brilliance, and burning.

On the surface of the light ball, endless faces were emerging, and endless translucent figures were flying out of it and sank in. It was like entering and exiting the door. The Patriarch looked at the light ball. His originally tired and self-blame expression changed slightly, with a hint of pride and a little pride.

Because that is the supreme creature of the Thakur people, the object of faith, the miracle forged by their civilization, and the proof that Thakurn defeated death and has come to this point today.

Infinite God's Source of Change

Psychic energy requires wisdom and thinking to condense concreteness and turn into real power.

Divine power requires the most extreme emotions, concepts and thinking before it can be released from the great source and flow out of the real world.

The two are inherited from one lineage and are a natural and extraordinary power. The so-called nearly infinite spiritual energy and divine power actually represent nearly infinite thinking and wisdom... In a sense, for a spiritual energy or a divine civilization, if a place can provide infinite spiritual energy and divine power, then that place must be the kingdom of heaven, a real and impartial paradise that exists on the earth.

The source of change of the Infinite God is the paradise created by the Thakurs themselves.

The Grand Patriarch stood in front of the source of the Infinite God's Change. He could see endless translucent phantoms appearing in this burning ball of light. They were behind them, in front of them, on both sides, up and down, and on the left and right. This sounded very terrifying and terrifying, but these phantoms looked at the Grand Patriarch gently, without a trace of malice in their eyes.

"Hello, our Patriarch."

They said this, with kindness and kindness, as if they were greeting the old man next door: "What's wrong, you look a little tired."

"…I hope you guys are good too."

Hearing such a maliceless voice, the old Patriarch couldn't help but choke up. He endured this sadness and guilt and said tremblingly: "Really... I hope you are good too."

"Of course we're fine."

All the phantoms said in unison, and the sound was stacked and sounded at the same time, like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis, but the next moment, because everyone stopped talking, the entire world palace was silent. The power contained in this sound was so huge and so pure, and they were uniform, as if it was the collective will of the Thakurs.

In fact, this is the collective will of the Thakurs.

Under the gaze of all the phantoms, the Patriarch did not stop his movements. He let out a breath, then walked forward step by step, ready to touch the surface of the light ball, the Infinite God's changing source, just like an ant trying to touch the ocean of souls.

"Be careful, there are too many compatriots who died some time ago, and their resentment has not completely disappeared. You will be in great pain and the memories of their death are there."

Just as the Patriarch was about to touch the source of Infinite God's power, some gentle voices sounded, prompting: "Do you need our help to bear it?"

"No, it's my responsibility."

Without any pause, the Patriarch reached out his hand without hesitation and touched the light ball: "Because their deaths are all my fault."

“I have to take it all by myself.”

The flesh-and-blooded fingers touched the light of spiritual energy and divine power, just like rain dripping from the sky and rippling in the lake, just as the moment when the Patriarch touched the source of infinite divine energy, the infinite spiritual energy was mixed with endless memories. At this moment, the old man felt that hundreds of billions of memories that had been burned by extraordinary viruses were pouring towards him, and all the pain was gathering towards him.

But he did not escape at all. The old man opened his arms and accepted all this calmly.

The so-called source of change of Infinite God’s energy is to condense the power of all the Thakurs and create an artificial spiritual world that belongs to their earthly kingdom.

Unlike the world of Heaven, the world of Heaven requires strength and stability, so it was forged by the Patriarchs of the Thakur people of all generations with their own power, without mixing the spiritual energy and souls of any other person. The source of infinite divine power changes is essentially a backup of all Thakur people's thinking and a condensation of all Thakur souls, psychic energy, thinking and memory.

Strictly speaking, this thinking backup does not require the existence of a real soul. Over the long period of time, there will always be people who will cause the annihilation of the soul due to combat and other reasons. However, the source of change in the Infinite God can track and record in real time. As long as the thinking of any Thakur people with "correct faith" exists, no matter whether the soul has been annihilated, it can back up the individual's thinking and preserve it perfectly.

This is enough. There is no doubt that the existence of the Infinite God's changing source has defeated death. Its existence can prove that all Thakurs, whether it is success or failure, mortals or elites, have all existed or are currently there. There will always be someone who remembers them. As long as civilization continues, they will live forever.

Even death cannot be a resistance to the Thakurs, but will instead become their help.

Moreover, this miracle that defeated life and death not only did not separate the Thakurs, but instead connected them firmly.

It can be felt that nearly infinite power is bursting, because infinite thinking and wisdom are condensed, infinite spiritual energy and divine power can be created. This is also the origin of the name of the infinite divine power changing source. The civilization that collectively links the great source can be said to be a collectively composed of the god named "Takurs". It is the peak creation in the realm of the spiritual energy and divine power, and an eternal wonder.

Of course, this is not without a price. It is because all the thinking and memories of all individuals are recorded, so emotions will accumulate and turn into vortexes that devour everything. It is precisely because the number of people who died in foreign wars has been too large for a long time that infinite hatred has accumulated, which has affected all the existing Thakur people. The obsession called "hatred" has made this originally mild civilization become an annihilation group that is now killed by foreign tribes.

Of course, all Thakurs don't care about this, because they will never forget them forever, nor will they intend to forget their hatred.

The source of Infinite God Energy is changing violently. In just a moment, the colorless ball of light changed all the colors of existence in this multiverse, as magnificent as a dream. With the touch and communication of the Patriarch, a door leading to the deepest part of the source of Infinite God Energy is opened.

With a buzzing sound, there were eleven most powerful souls in the ball of light that had turned into a blazing white, flying out from it with other powerful souls or thoughts, standing in front of the head of Omaru who slowly retracted his hand.

Compared with the endless and translucent phantoms on the side, these powerful souls have bodies, and are even enough to use spiritual energy to shape entities for themselves. In other words, this is actually not death at all. As long as they are willing, they can return to the material world anytime and anywhere, just to prevent their thinking patterns from beginning to affect the future of civilization, they actively choose to integrate into it.

Faced with eternal life, these souls choose to continue their inheritance and leave better hope and future to the next generation.

Master Da knew that this was his future.

He raised his head and stared at the souls of the Patriarchs of all generations in front of him, and the souls of other prophets of all generations emerged in front of him, standing in front of him.

"This is the successor I chose, how about it? Are you better than us?"

"Hahaha, I chose well. I am worthy of being my heir. Even the heir I chose is better than me! That's OK, I'm a little better than me."

The bustling sound echoed in the center of the palace world. The old man looked at these souls. He could feel encouragement, comfort, appreciation, comfort and pride. The gathering of all kinds of kind emotions made him feel a little helpless.
To be continued...