177: C177 The Meaning of Existence

C177 The Meaning of Existence

"Of course!"

Feng Yi did not refuse. Instead, he was extremely happy.

"Lord of the Red Sun, everyone illuminated by the sun is a believer of God"

"Good fellow, this dog's Lord of the Red Sun, he can't be talking about the Sun God, right?"

Wang Yan was dumbfounded, and his mind was in a mess. For a moment, he did not know what to say.

Sun Worship had appeared in many civilizations, and it could even be said that it was a process that every civilization had to go through.

Sun Worship, Light Worship.

It was followed by deification, and even establishing a religion.

Most of Wang Yan's civilizations in his past life had experienced this process.

The C Country could even be called the descendant of the sun.

Including the Emperor Jun, the East Lord, Fuxi, Yellow Emperor and Xi He, Taihao, Gao Yang, and Emperor Ku were all in fact the Deity Transformation of the Sun in different eras.

Many things and characteristics had been figured out, and even the names had only changed from the pronunciation of different eras.

The sun was pure, not good, not good, not bad.

It wouldn't change because of the faith of the believers.

The sun has always been there, everlasting and everlasting.

The gods born from the sun, or the gods who believed in the sun, would have different characteristics.

Wang Yan did not know if this so-called Lord of the Red Sun was the sun or not, but he was sure that it was 99% not a good thing.

Following behind Feng Yi, they quickly arrived at the altar.

Wang Yan saw the red ball floating in the air with a glance.

The dim light only covered a few hundred meters of space.

It did not have any temperature, nor did it have the vastness and atmosphere of the sun.

Apart from being relatively round, it didn't seem to have anything to do with the sun. It was more like a big light bulb.

Below the red ball was a metal altar.

The surface was very rough, as if it was made of iron.

There were many strange patterns carved on it, and when he looked at it, he felt a faint sense of dizziness.

Wang Yan frowned, feeling that the situation was not good.

With his soul strength of 358 points, he actually felt dizzy.

If it was an ordinary beast tamer, it would probably be lost in an instant and become Red Sun Lord's follower.

"God, there really is nothing good!"

Wang Yan thought in his heart, but he was already prepared to fight.

If Feng Yi forced him to kneel down, he would not hesitate to retaliate.

When a man is alive, there are things he does not do.

Kneel to the heavens, kneel to the earth, kneel to his parents. When his wife pouts, kneel to his wife.

He is just a god, what is he?

The development of the matter was much better than what Wang Yan had expected. Fengyi knelt in front of the altar, muttering something under his breath. His appearance was extremely pious.

Although these disciples' brains were not normal, it was fortunate that they were not so stubborn as to ask others to believe in Red Sun Lord. They just knelt on the ground and silently prayed.

The arrival of Feng Yi and the others did not affect these believers, so Wang Yan naturally would not disturb them.

His gaze swept around and then locked onto the dark red ball.

He stared at the ball of light for a few seconds. He did not know if it was an illusion, but this thing actually began to dim in Wang Yan's eyes, and the area it covered also quickly became smaller.

Without the cover of the light, an illusory shadow appeared.

It was solemn and solemn.

Five Hearts to the Heavens, both eyes tightly shut.

He looked like a Buddha, but at the same time, there was a huge difference between him and a Buddha.

Gods were born because of the faith of humans or other intelligent creatures, and they entrust all kinds of thoughts to their believers.

Believers had their own thoughts and goals. Naturally, the gods would not be pure. Instead, they were biased towards chaos and evil.

Gods were born and raised by the heavens, and they often represented some sort of law or element.

Thus, the gods were very pure, and most of them viewed everything as equal like the Heavenly Dao.

Even so, this God gave Wang Yan a very strange feeling.

It was indeed a deity, but it seemed to have the nature of a deity.

Even though its eyes were tightly shut, it still gave Wang Yan a firm and indifferent feeling.

"What exactly does the Lord of the Red Sun represent? The other side of the sun?"

Wang Yan pondered in his heart, before quickly putting this thought aside.

The other side of the sun was the moon, not this kind of strange thing.

The Great Yang and Great Yin were not simple stars or planets, but the Yang and Yin between the heavens and earth.

The meaning of 'too great' was that it could be understood as infinite and extreme.

The meaning of' too great 'between the sun and the moon was to embellish the Yang and the Yin.

Red Sun Lord's nature had nothing to do with the great sun and the great yin. It should be another special thing, but its appearance was a bit similar to the great sun.

Or there was a possibility that it was because devotees existed in despair and fantasized about hope. That was why they were in such a state.

After all, in the minds of many creatures, the rising of the sun was hope.

This was merely a guess made by Wang Yan based on his own experience. Whether it was true or not, it could only be determined in the future.

Red Sun Lord's figure became clearer and clearer, and gradually stabilized.2

He sat cross-legged in the air, and a faint circle of light flickered behind his head.

At first glance, it really had a bit of a divine charm.

The cyclists around the altar did not seem to notice Red Sun Lord's change. They continued to mutter to themselves and pray silently.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Red Sun's tightly shut eyes opened, revealing a pair of pale white pupils.

Wang Yan was shocked. He saw madness, chaos, and distortion in those eyes. The three entangled and intertwined together.

In the depths, there was extreme calmness.

Yin and Yang were born from death.

The Lord of the Red Sun was despair, but also hope, a hope born from despair.

It came with a mission, and would follow it.

Its appearance itself was an extreme contradiction and conflict.

It shouldn't have appeared, but it still appeared in the end.

It should have failed, but in a certain aspect, it succeeded.

It was full of contradictions and also very reasonable.

Red Sun Lord's fate was to welcome death.

"So that's how it is! Everything in the world is so mysterious!"

Wang Yan who understood everything couldn't help but exclaim.

The Lord of the Red Sun could be considered a god, but it wasn't an ordinary god.

It had the characteristics of a god, but it did not have to rely on believers to survive.

He came from nothing, and would go into nothing.

Perhaps it was the magical creation of nature, or perhaps it was a game of a higher level existence.

It didn't resist, nor did it feel angry.

It just silently moved forward, step by step towards its own destiny.

It couldn't be said to be great, nor could it be said to be weak.

Perhaps in its eyes, everything was meaningless.

Including itself, including Destiny.

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