That night, Li Hao, who had returned home, couldn't calm down for a long time.
It wasn't just because of the various changes happening to him today, nor because he witnessed Meng Yao's death.
What truly unsettled Li Hao was the extraordinary item that appeared on Meng Yao — the [Civilization Game Invitation].
It was something beyond the perception range of the Dragon Race Inheritance, yet Li Hao inexplicably felt familiarity towards it.
This sense of familiarity came from the Candle Dragon, from the entry marked [Demigod Body LV1].
Confused, perplexed, puzzled…
With these complex emotions, the gradually sleeping Li Hao once again entered the dream realm of the Candle Dragon.
However, this was different from every dream before.
This time, slumbering Li Hao no longer sparred with the Candle Dragon.
On that vast plain, only the remains of the Candle Dragon and countless little bodies lay quietly, narrating the battle that truly occurred in an unknown dimension.
[Am I... dreaming?]
Accompanied by a thunderous sound from the sky, Li Hao's consciousness shone into this unknown dimension.
This time, he did not appear in the dream in physical form, but instead overlooked the sea of corpses from a higher-dimensional perspective.
Li Hao tried hard to wake himself, but ended up in an even more bewildered state.
Unconscious yet incredibly clear...
In this moment, Li Hao seemed to transform into the mountains and rivers, the vegetation, eternally pondering on this vast and silent plain.
No one knew exactly how much time had passed.
A dream of a thousand years became a real depiction here.
When Li Hao came to his senses, the Candle Dragon's skeleton had turned into a massive mountain range, and the soil beneath the entire plain was soaked with the blood of the god.
The only thing that remained unchanged over these hundreds of years was the countless bodies of the little people.
It seemed that due to Li Hao's influence, those bodies that should have decayed for thousands of years hadn't undergone any change, presenting an aspect incompatible with this world.
Until one day, one of the bodies suddenly opened its eyes again.
It wasn't Li Hao, as confusion filled its gaze.
Then the second body opened its eyes, the third, the fourth...
As more and more bodies opened their eyes, Li Hao's consciousness also became increasingly clear, as if he had completely become the incarnation of the plain's will at that moment.
With just a thought, he could grasp all happenings on the plain.
Moreover, with the revival of more bodies, Li Hao could even influence the weather and terrain changes across the plain to some extent.
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Who am I?
Who are you?
This originally seemed like a very simple question.
Yet, for the life forms born from Li Hao's corpse, this became a great enigma.
Not the philosophical "three questions," this was just a simple query about distinguishing the individual.
Because these lives born from Li Hao's corpse all had the same appearance and physique, even the way they thought about problems was similar.
Aside from themselves, no one else could differentiate them from outsiders.
Perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps it was the inevitable evolution of life...
When an individual with a scarred face used the scar on his face to distinguish himself from others, the concept of "self" was born.
"I am... Scarface!"
Using the language inherited from the bloodline instincts, the individual self-proclaimed as "Scarface" emphasized to his peers.
Then Scarface began to ponder further.
Why was he born?
What was the purpose of his existence?
And most importantly, why could only he and these peers be born?
In the year-long battle between Candle Dragon and Li Hao, even Li Hao himself didn't know how many times he had died.
But the individuals that could eventually be born from Li Hao's remains numbered only in the hundreds.
The rest were either torn to pieces by the furious Candle Dragon or became part of the mountain range as the Candle Dragon's body did.
The corpses that managed to nurture new life were merely fortuitous among innumerable fragments and remnants.
Scarface spent a long time figuring out this fact and began to feel a vague sorrow for his birth.
It turned out he was born just because of "Fortune"!
Then what is the meaning of his existence?
Carrying a spirit of confusion, inquiry, and exploration, Scarface tentatively began moving out of this mountain range formed by the Candle Dragon's body.
This was a vast plain.
A quiet and harmonious Land of Divine Blessing.
Here, the water flowed cleanly and sweetly, the monsoon blew gently and calmly, even the earth beneath the feet was incredibly soft.
Leaving here wasn't easy; one had to overcome the deep-seated attachment and fear of the unknown within.
No one knew how much time and willpower it took Scarface to finally persuade himself to leave this plain.
It was also at this time, with "God's perspective" existing, that Li Hao noticed this unique existence.
Originally, Li Hao's consciousness could only wander within this plain, as if trapped as an "Earth bound Spirit" within it.
But when Scarface walked out of this plain, Li Hao was surprised to find that his perspective began to expand outward.
Like the fog of war in a strategy game.
Wherever Scarface went, Li Hao's consciousness extended.
Following this, Li Hao was even more amazed to discover that the dream realm originating from the Candle Dragon was not as simple as he imagined.
Beyond this seemingly peaceful plain, there were oceans, mountains, rivers, and beasts.
Just like an independently circulating real world, there were countless things beyond Li Hao's imagination.
Most importantly, this world bore traces of life's existence.
Or more precisely, evidence that life and civilization once existed.
Although those lives and civilizations had long been destroyed.
But in the places Scarface passed, those neat roads clearly couldn't have formed naturally.
Those roads were so immense, so orderly, as if once terrifying giant beasts lived here.
If using Scarface's stature as a reference, the creatures that built these roads were at least ten times the size of humans.
Scarface did not know what these roads signified, nor did he know what lay at their end.
Without eating, drinking, or sleeping, Scarface walked these giant roads.
Like the devout pilgrims journeying for their faith, moving steadily in one direction.
Were it not for Scarface's special constitution — being a life resurrected from Li Hao's corpse, inherently bearing an Immortal nature without need for sustenance or rest — he might have long exhausted himself to death.
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