And.
They must complent each other.
If one is missing, it will break the balance.
During the Wisdom Disaster, the radicals with only a left brain already made this very clear.
"So, the fourth stage of life, is the birth of the Fourth Wisdom?"
"Humans are in the Third Wisdom stage, evolving the Fourth Wisdom in the next stage, which gives them so sort of ’divinity’, turning them completely into extraordinary mythological beings?"
Liu Jun felt his brain cells burning wildly.
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him, and he found it very interesting!
"In that case, this thing will inevitably, like the other three types of wisdom, be widely disseminated among all beings in the future."
A delightful thought popped into Liu Jun’s mind:
"The humans in the neighboring Rehe City have only three types of wisdom, but here we have four; we are at a higher evolutionary level than they are!"
"If we were to compare, they are ordinary monkeys, and we are extraordinary humans!"
The Fourth Wisdom is definitely epoch-making.
However, how to spread the Fourth Wisdom?
Whether to build a fourth brain or use so other thod.
I have to hand the mushroom I have over to others for research, and then raise a ’God of Ultimate Wisdom’ to regularly bestow blessings?
Not comfortable!
He felt this was courting death.
The details of this mushroom are still being explored, and it must be kept in hand from start to finish!
And.
Along with continuous research, there’s also good news.
This ’Wisdom’ mushroom seems to no longer affect the host’s wisdom, not locking the IQ value.
This ans that I can integrate it!
If there are no problems, I can wait for the next ti and directly remove this mushroom 100%!
Of course, this is under the most ideal circumstances, and I must thoroughly understand the details of this mushroom before the next extraction.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to be reckless.
In this way, I definitely can’t let others integrate this mushroom!
"So, this mushroom must be researched by myself to beco the God of this ’Ultimate Wisdom’?"
He pondered, slightly frowning.
anwhile, the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly, who was researching together, was overjoyed, "Great, great, Prophet, you should beco the God of Wisdom, just like the Mighty God, and usher in a new Mythical Era!"
At this mont, the tal box suddenly praised loudly, singing a srizing ballad:
"It must be an era of boundless wisdom!"
"When you command rain, the sky will surge with dark clouds."
"When you want stars after soone’s death, the sky will be ablaze with stars."
"When you declare a rainbow is a bridge, the rainbow will connect both ends of the sky."
"You are God! God says, and thus it is done."
This tal box, having eavesdropped on the lyrics of troubadours, is here wildly extolling.
The Amber Swallowtail Butterfly also shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! You should beco the ruler of the next era, reigning over an era like Xiangtuo Mo! No, even greater!"
"His life transford into a myth of creating life, while you will be the myth of creating the environnt of heaven and earth!"
She was expectant.
In this way, she could play on the earth with the god, which is far better than secluding herself on a tree.
"No, I have no interest in that."
Liu Jun, sitting in a chair, was flipping through a magic book:
"You two stop urging , and you, tal box, I’ve been feeding you for so long, you’re already well-fed."
"Do you think I should turn you into a golden toilet or a golden hoe?"
The gold box, which served as a container for storing the mushroom, had long anticipated that one day it would be taken for another use after being enriched by the Divine Object.
But the present situation was entirely different from what it envisioned.
The tal box wailed loudly:
"No, no, no, God, please spare ! My dream is to beco a Divine Artifact in the mouths of troubadours, a Divine Sword, accompanying heroes on their great journeys!"
"Not to beco farm tools and furniture; I don’t want to be a hopping dining fork, waking up in the cupboard each morning just to perform mundane cooking tasks."
Liu Jun listened to its loud pleas, and chuckled, "That depends on your performance."
"Why?"
The Amber Swallowtail Butterfly was a bit puzzled: "Why don’t you want to be a king."
"In my ti here, passing through every street in the Green Shade Territory, I heard their dreams of becoming a king."
"At the fountain, young angels gather to learn to sing ’Wings of the Legless Bird’, while troubadours tell the ’Xiangtuo Creations Myth’, with the story of creating each organ being so captivating and profound."
"In front of the blacksmith’s shop, countless children have eager eyes, yearning for a treasure sword to embark on a grand adventure against the evil dragon."
On this land, countless young children grow up listening to the stories of the Mighty God, aspiring to beco the next mythic epic, living eternally in the bard’s poems.
Liu Jun simply smiled, "It’s different; they have limited lifespans, and naturally seek glory."
"But when you have Longevity and Vision, and keep going, you’ll find that historical glory is just a cold stone by the roadside."
"Any glory will fade away with the sands of history."
He chuckled softly, flicking the pages of the book with his fingertips,
"The poems of history may vanish, epic myths may be lost, but I will not."
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