"We need you."

There were also people who accepted everything and came to pay homage and say goodbye to him.

"King of the Sky, thank you for your continued protection."

"Our descendants will be waiting for you and following you back here again."

"May the kingdom of the sky last forever."

The pain and sadness of those people were so real that he could clearly see their tears and their pious expressions and reluctance as they worshiped him.

He had seen such scenes too many times and fell into doubt again and again.

"Is this really fake?"

"No, they are played by different condensations of the bacteria of nothingness. They are just playing such a role."

"None of them exist."

"Are they here?"

He recognized the reality clearly, but the reality was that these people appeared vividly in front of him, how could he pretend that they did not exist.

He is their king of the sky. He has been reincarnated thousands of times to protect this place again and again. He grew up here, how could he turn a blind eye.

I woke up from my sleep again and even had extremely scary thoughts.

"Should we destroy and kill those new birdmen? As long as the mission is not over, all this will not disappear."

Hesitating and wandering.

Tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

Getting lost and stumbling among the crowd.

Once the backlash of power started, it continued to accelerate, and his situation became worse and worse. At one time, he was the king of the sky with wisdom, and at another time, he was a gray prison bird soaring in the sky.

He went back and forth between wisdom and darkness, walking on the edge of truth and falsehood, and was confused all day long.

On this day, he came to the forest of ice crystal steles.

He looked at the nine thousand three hundred and twenty-four ice crystal monuments. The cold wind blew by, and his eyes became crystal clear.

He said.

"Birth, creation, destruction, death."

"Then wait for the next birth."

Although the time to maintain his wisdom was getting shorter and shorter, at least at this moment he suddenly became extremely rational. The monuments of reincarnation dispelled his hesitation and hesitation, and brought him back from illusion to reality.

"Whether it is true or false, should we continue?"

"What the hell am I doing?"

——

On the throne of the Sky King.

Qiuranduo looked at the priest: "End it!"

The priest simply said: "Okay!"

The executors and supervisors have reached a consensus and the mission has been completed. There seems to be no reason to continue or stay.

The priest stretched out his hands in a praying posture, and a ball of light emerged from between his palms, spreading out into halos, signaling the end of the world.

But at the moment after making the decision, I saw the priest really make the move to end everything.

But Chulando's mouth opened wide. He suddenly stood up from the throne of the King of the Sky and said loudly: "No, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

The priest put down his hand and looked at Chulando: "It has already begun."

Chulando roared: "I told you to stop."

The priest said: "Actually, you don't really want me to stop, you are just a little reluctant to let go, just like you are obviously so reluctant to let go but you still made the decision to end it."

Qiuranduo rushed off the seat and looked at the priest with a ferocious face: "You bacteria of nothingness, guys pretending to be human, how can you understand my feelings for this world? You just want to complete your life desperately."

mission, you have never truly lived."

And from the moment the decision is made, you can see pieces of white foam spreading from the edges and corners of the world, floating up from the mountains and rivers.

The same is true for the sky plane, with the edges of the floating island foaming little by little.

The people in the towns watched all this happening in astonishment at first, but in the end they merged into it one by one. They were separated into categories, and they danced with the bubbles.

They became bacteria of nothingness again.

Under the throne of the sky, Chulando looked at the priest with extremely painful eyes. His face turned red with force, because just now he ordered the destruction of the world he had existed for eight million years, and also destroyed all his past.

The priest looked at Chulando, but fell into deep silence.

When he raised his hand, he found that his fingers had begun to foam, and bacteria of nothingness were breaking free from his body one by one. His temporary collective consciousness was also reaching its end with the completion of its mission.

The priest looked at the timer in his hand quietly, until it melted and the foam extended to his wrist, then he finally put his hand down.

The priest raised his eyes slightly and looked at Chulando who was questioning him.

"I understand, because."

The foam was melting faster and faster, and it was accelerating, and it had reached the priest's elbow as he spoke.

"I have been here with you for 8,436,280 years."

"One hundred and five days."

At this moment, it came to the shoulders and chest, and he spoke quietly.

"Eight Sky Hours."

"Three photolithography water leaks."

When we came to the priest's face, half of his face disappeared into the foam, but the voice was still transmitted to Chulando's mind from the remaining eyes.

"The twentieth moment when the water droplet beats."

When the last word fell, the priest dissipated into a bubble, as precise as the time it was spoken.

The ferocity, hatred and disgust on Chulando's face disappeared in an instant, and he stared blankly at the blank space in front of him.

Then, he walked outside in a daze.

He stood high and watched the world turn into white spore foam and float away.

He said, "What the hell am I doing?"

The world is turning white, and Chulando's eyes are losing their angle and color little by little, turning into a touch of gray.

Slowly, little by little, he forgot himself and began to transform into a real bird.

"Chirp!"

He spread his wings and rushed out from the door of the sky plane.

As he spread his wings, the whole world began to snow, and the power of ice spread over the land and sky.

The falling snow and frost seem to want to freeze the world, but everything is in vain, the world continues to collapse and turn into white foam.

The snow falling from the sky merged with the flying white spore foam, and it was no longer possible to tell which piece was real snow, which piece was false foam, or whether they were all fake.

Only the endless whiteness filled everything in sight.

The huge gray-white bird flew in the snow that was hard to distinguish between true and false, flying outside the huge door to the sky plane. He suddenly stopped and shouted towards the door.

"Let's fly out together!"

"My subjects."

"My followers."

"And my priest."

He waited for a long, long time, but there was no movement inside the door, until even the door began to foam, starting from the base.

But at this moment, the door seemed to be twisting and shaking.

In a daze, he seemed to see figures one after another rushing out of the door, spreading their wings, and surrounding him.

"Fly out of this world."

"Let's leave together."

"Follow the great King of the Sky."

He let out a long roar, spread his wings and flew to the endless sky, while countless birds followed him and flew out of the cage together.

They kept flying, flying out of this snowy world.

——

On the floating platform at the end of the Snow Kingdom.

Helfas finally finished listening to Chulando's experience, and then he realized that what the other person once lived in was not reality, but a world in a glass jar.
To be continued...