Chen Yi walked on this world.
In the dense forest, He walked on the ground without stepping on a single fallen leaf.
God watched lives that had been changed by the power erupted from the Ancient Chaos.
The Logos people shed their fur due to that pale power, and it seemed as if the world itself had shed its fur, looking very different from the past.
"Every inch of the land is amazingly fertile."
Chen Yi bent down, picked up a handful of soil,
"And it still contains that pale power."
The power accumulated in the Ancient Chaos was initially the Primordial Will's desire to erase its own existence, to return the world to its original state.
However, after it was triggered prematurely, this destructive power instead became a force that transformed the forms of life.
In short, the evolution of the world accelerated.
Thus, he planned to go to the ground to see if there was anything noteworthy in this evolution.
The sound of flowing water reached his ears, and Chen Yi crossed the lush jungle, suddenly appearing by the river.
A group of proto-horses with tender flesh horns crowded by the stream, submissively sipping the river water, their heads shining with a crystal-like luster.
"Perhaps they should be called unicorns…"
No contact was necessary, just one glance was enough for God to know of their docile nature and strong territorial awareness.
Chen Yi walked on the flowing stream until he reached the opposite bank, while the unicorns continued to sip from the water.
Because the unicorns could not see him.
To be precise,
As long as he wished, he could make these creatures ignore him.
On the other side was another vast forest.
And he had seen enough of the sights in the forest.
Chen Yi's thought flashed, and his entire body crossed an immeasurable distance.
Suddenly, the green scenery was no longer before his eyes.
In his vision appeared endless giant mountains, containing a variety of rich and rare minerals. In this Prehistoric Era, where no one needed iron, the veins lay exposed shamelessly.
Chen Yi looked out and saw the pale power accumulating within the big and small veins.
"That power has also changed the form of the materials."
God continued forward.
On the distant horizon, a volcano came into his sight.
As Chen Yi approached, the volcano's outline gradually became clearer.
The volcano's appearance was peculiar, its crater and base were clearly layered, as if encircled by something.
God stared at what surrounded the volcano.
It was a giant serpent.
The serpent had coiled tightly around the base of the volcano from head to tail, drawing warmth from the volcano. Its head hung low, eyelids closed, clearly it was in deep slumber.
Surprisingly, the serpent's scales were as rocky as the volcano itself; at a glance, it was hard to tell the difference between it and the volcano.
The land not far from the serpent was extremely fertile, within the circle of these mountains, it was the most suitable land for animals and plants to thrive on, truly a paradise.
"If someone were to build a Kingdom here in the future… they might perish in a sea of fire,"
Chen Yi muttered.
He tried to imagine what could happen in hundreds, even thousands, of years.
The Logos people were bound to emerge from that primitive jungle, scattering and thriving in this world.
Moreover, he had a premonition.
The perfect formula for stabilizing his own existence lay within the evolution of civilization.
Chen Yi had faith in those rational beings alone.
Thinking of the Logos people, God turned around, his gaze crossing an instantaneous vast distance, falling within the Kingdom.
"Al…"
God's face showed no emotion.
Among the Logos people, there was one named Al, hoping to find Him.
But if one came seeking to take, they would find nothing; if they came seeking to understand, they would know nothing.
Unless…
On the arduous journey seeking the answer in death, there had already been gains, there had already been revelations.
When the day of fulfillment came, what he sought to understand and to obtain would appear before him.
"Al, are you going to seek that fire?"
The Sapo King sat upon a high stone throne.
Al knelt on the ground, showing humility and obedience to his royal brother.
"Indeed, I am."
"But the fire has been rekindled, it is already here."
The Sapo King, clearly displeased by Al's actions, persuaded:
"You should continue your own duties, now that you're healed, worship the fire as you did before."
Saying this, the Sapo King raised his hand, dismissing Al to return.
But Al hastily said:
"No, I'm not only looking for that fire, I'm going to seek... the existence itself, which is more than just fire."
The hand of the Sapo King stiffened, and he looked at his brother with surprise.
In the Ape-man Era, it was he who first received language, he who first called that existence "fire".
Now Al was saying that the existence was not merely fire.
Beneath the tense clouds over the kingdom, the Sapo King's nerves were much frailer than before.
Yet he did his best to push these thoughts from his mind.
"Continue speaking."
"My King, the existence is not just fire. Our fire was passed down from our ancestors, who received it from theirs.
Thunder struck the great tree, and from it, our ancestors' fire was born.
But why, among so many generations of Ape-men, only we received language, received 'Logos'?"
Al, determined for the Sapo King to permit his quest for that existence, poured out his thoughts without reservation,
"That existence appeared suddenly, and did not step forth from the fire... It should not be merely called fire, nor even be called fire at all."
"What then do you think it should be called?"
The Sapo King asked with a slight mockery.
Al faltered, saying:
"I have considered much, like: reason, light... or life, but... none fit well. It should not be called merely fire."
He paused, then added:
"What it should be called, I do not yet know."
The Sapo King rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
Seeing such a reaction from the Sapo King, Al pressed his advantage:
"My King, let me go, I will bring back the answer to death. Among many, I alone am the Main Priest."
"But where will you go to find it?"
After serious consideration, the Sapo King inquired.
This left Al at a loss for words.
Yes...
As he had said, that language-giving existence had appeared suddenly.
Seeing this, the Sapo King found it even more laughable, his usually cautious and wise brother, after falling ill, appeared so confused.
He waved his hand, preparing to send Al back to his priestly duties.
Then Al suddenly lifted his head; he had thought of something.
Thunder struck the great tree, from which our ancestors' fire had been born.
The words he had just uttered were now echoing in his mind.
Where did the thunder come from?
The sky...
What is the nearest place to the sky?
Perhaps it was fate, an answer emerged in Al's mind.
"My King,"
"That mountain, that high mountain,"
"It is there!"