Ch 116: The Malevolent Monster Just Wants To Farm

“What is this?”

“Is it an egg?”

“It feels like a stone.”

“Can we eat it? Maybe we should try breaking it open.”

“…”

Amidst the chaotic voices, everything around Jiang Lin began to spin rapidly. He recalled the voices he had just heard.

Were they saying that he was an “egg?”

The spinning seemed to stop.

Something sharp struck his body.

Jiang Lin “looked” in that direction. It was a strong man dressed in animal skins, with disheveled hair, wielding an axe that had just struck him.

Although he couldn’t see himself, he could roughly guess from the conversation that he must be a stone-like egg.

The axe hit him, but he didn’t feel any pain, just a strong impact.

The axe didn’t break him open.

The man left.

Later, Jiang Lin learned that the man was named Xing Tian.

Over time, Jiang Lin encountered many other beings.

There were men, women, beings with horns, with bull heads, with snake tails… Eventually, he realized where he was.

The era of the Great Desolation.

There were no ordinary humans on the land—only gods and demons nurtured by the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth after its creation.

He was likely one of them.

But he was also different from all other creatures. Gods and demons being born as eggs wasn’t unheard of, but remaining an egg for thousands or even tens of thousands of years without hatching was exceedingly rare.

Not all gods and demons were benevolent. His egg, which seemed to have a mysterious origin and faint signs of life, had attracted the greed of many.

Over an unknown number of years, he had experienced various attacks from weapons and spells, endured fire and ice, and had even been treated as a normal egg for incubation…

But he felt nothing and showed no signs of hatching.

Eventually, when it became clear that no one could do anything with him, he was left alone.

Jiang Lin was casually tossed onto a mountain, left among other stones. He didn’t know how long he remained there. He was so bored that he counted all the stones on the mountain, and when he grew tired, he would drift into a vague state of rest, only to wake up and stare blankly into the distance.

The system was gone, the jade space was gone, Qingluo and the others had disappeared without a trace, and even his connection to Zong Yu through their bond was undetectable.

Such a life might have driven anyone else mad.

But Jiang Lin oddly found it bearable. There was nothing he couldn’t endure.

He was buried by wind and sand, covered in soil, and even had a blade of grass grow on him.

However, his consciousness could see far beyond his immediate surroundings.

The outside world seemed chaotic. Many gods and demons were fighting, many were dying, and many new beings were being born.

Eventually, he was dug out of the ground by a pair of hands.

The hands belonged to a young, handsome man named Shaohao.

“You are that egg that won’t hatch?” Shaohao brushed off the dust from the egg, looked at it for a long time, and then casually took it with him.

From that moment, Jiang Lin followed this man named Shaohao.

He watched as Shaohao went from being an obscure figure to becoming a Heavenly Emperor, commanding countless gods under his banner, and earning the title of the Green Emperor.

The Green Emperor?

Jiang Lin, in a daze, thought: Why does this name sound so familiar?

He tried hard to recall his memories, but it seemed as if an eternity had passed. All his memories were covered in a layer of dust, hazy and indistinct, making it impossible to remember anything clearly.

He couldn’t remember anything.

But he wasn’t in a hurry. He simply followed Shaohao, traveling to many places and meeting many people.

Then one day, a man dressed in white, with an ethereal demeanor, came to find Shaohao.

“I’ve searched many places for this stone, only to find it here with you.”

Jiang Lin felt his body being taken out by Shaohao and listened to the conversation between the two men.

“Fuxi, why are you looking for him?”

The man named Fuxi sighed, “I saw a very ominous sign.”

Jiang Lin quietly listened as the two conversed.

Fuxi mentioned that all the gods would eventually fall.

Shaohao was surprised and laughed it off, denying it: “That’s impossible.”

Fuxi lowered his eyes, “I thought so too, which is why I cast the hexagram three times.”

He turned around, revealing a strand of white hair to Shaohao.

Shaohao’s expression changed.

What kind of being was Fuxi?

His predictions had never been false, and there had never been anything in this world that warranted him casting the hexagram three times.

He wasn’t supposed to have white hair either.

Immortals do not age or die—how could he have white hair? Unless he had suffered a severe injury, drastically reducing his cultivation.

“These three hexagrams cost me half of my heart’s blood.” Fuxi coughed, and Jiang Lin noticed that his gaze shifted towards him.

Shaohao realized something, “Does this matter have something to do with him?”

As he spoke, a hint of killing intent crept into his voice.

Jiang Lin had no doubt that if it truly involved him, this man, who was usually gentle and benevolent, would unhesitatingly find a way to kill him.

—Though Jiang Lin also didn’t believe anyone could figure out how to crack him open.

“It is related,” Fuxi said, “but not in the way you think.”

Shaohao responded, “Stop being cryptic, just tell me.”

Fuxi explained, “He is a sliver of hope.”

“A sliver of hope?”

Shaohao asked, “What kind of hope?”

Fuxi shook his head, “I don’t know.”

Jiang Lin felt himself being turned over multiple times.

During this period, many powerful men and women came by.

It seemed Fuxi had told many people about this, but most gods and demons didn’t believe it.

Others tried to discover something from Jiang Lin, but no matter how they examined him, he was just an ordinary stone egg, with only a faint sign of life inside.

In the end, Shaohao continued to keep him.

Many, many years passed.

Fuxi’s prophecy had yet to come true.

Most of the gods stopped paying attention to it.

Until they began to notice, one by one, that their old friends were disappearing.

Once, Heaven and Earth were united, and some gods lived in the heavens, while others resided on Earth.

But then, Heaven and Earth were separated; the gods remained in the heavens, and humans dominated the Earth.

The number of gods in the heavens dwindled, and people on Earth gradually stopped believing in their existence.

Some gods finally remembered the words of Immortal Fuxi.

It seemed they had found the source of the gods’ demise.

But they couldn’t think of a solution.

In the end, those powerful deities each left behind a drop of essence blood, containing their divine power, and dripped it onto the stone egg.

Eons passed.

He had once been left on a mountaintop, which eventually turned into flat land, and then a lake.

He was buried at the bottom of the lake, but his consciousness expanded, allowing him to see any part of this world.

He watched as the gods disappeared one after another, until even the mighty Shaohao fell into an eternal sleep.

Humans became the rulers of this world.

With their hands and wisdom, they invented countless astonishing things, eventually even flying into the sky like the gods, and reaching the stars beyond.

But the stars held no gods, only barren wastelands.

After the height of civilization came decline.

Excessive exploitation and use of the land brought consequences to humanity.

Viruses mutated, zombies emerged.

The apocalypse began.