Many, many years later······

"Finally····· I got rid of the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, and now that I have cultivated, I can destroy billions of galaxies at will, and the Ancient God Venerable was killed by me in one move. Finally achieved eternal immortality. But····· Why can I still feel a higher being? Could it be that as Heaven says, I am just a character among others? I don't believe it. ”

"Boom!"

The power of the infinite law exploded in Qin Shou's body, and trillions of planets were all destroyed under his single thought. The big hand tore open the endless chaotic space, Qin Shou rushed out of the chaotic universe, but was stunned to find himself in a small study.

A handsome man with black-rimmed eyes was typing on a keyboard.

"This seat has been in chaos for countless eras, is it really just a character among others?"

"Yes, you're just the main character in my book, and now, it's time to finish!" The handsome man finally struck the three words "The whole book is over".

Qin Shou instantly found that his earth-destroying cultivation had dissipated without a trace.

"It turns out that this seat is just a character protagonist from beginning to end, everything in this seat is given by the author, this seat is beyond the way of heaven, but it can't be beyond the author!"

The author is the avenue.

(End of book)

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The author quietly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and spit out a puff of eye circles. My mind was a little hesitant.

I don't know why, but suddenly I wanted to write an ending.

According to the setting of this book, there are actually many, many plots to write, but in the past few days, I have thought about it, let's end it.

In fact, it's not that there is no perseverance, it's not that you can't write, it's just that you suddenly lost the passion for codewords.

I'm probably an emotional person, when a thing is only a mechanical code word and a task to complete, writing, in fact, has no meaning.

Originally, I wanted to write about a demon monk, but in the end, the protagonist's personality is extremely flawed, and it's really unbearable for a person who pursues perfection in comparison.

I don't know when it started, it's already gone astray!

I can still write, but what I write is not what I want. If it can't bring excitement, no matter how many words you have, it's meaningless.

Sorry guys, this book is over!

Please forgive the willfulness of the author's bacteria!

Some sad, some sorry, sorry for the book friends who supported me.