The stars fill the void, Xia Han looks forward, and there is a group of people frolicking and strolling away.

This is a group of children born from the universe, the children of the plane, who recklessly transform the world and enjoy the glory of the Creator, who look down on any life and only their compatriots.

However, after spending endless time, they began to quarrel, and in the quarrel they chose war and perdition.

"Disillusioned."

Xia Han has no sympathy in his heart, the creator destroys himself himself, of course he will not sympathize.

They can play with the world and all living beings just by being born noble, and perhaps self-destruction is the best outcome for them - the only ones who can destroy these omniscient and all-powerful are their compatriots.

The endless void, the aurora surrounds the summer cold, and there are steel frigates floating around. In this magical world, at the apex is a sci-fi scene.

The ultimate of magic is science fiction, and the ultimate of science fiction is also magic.

Xia Han understands this as a matter of course, his mind is full of a lot of information and knowledge, and his appearance has not changed, but he can drive everything in the world with his will.

This is permission, assuming that the entire cosmic plane is a huge robot, then Xia Han is its head, its command center. This was originally the position of a group of people, but now there is only him.

"What did you inherit?"

A voice came from behind, Xia Han turned around, and the scene changed instantly, from the endless void to the cold steel world.

The Mona Lisa was locked in a white light, like a caged bird.

"Everything, beyond imagination."

Xia Han replied like this, but he was not very happy, he looked at his slender hand, which held the red line of fate, he knew the past and the future, birth and destruction, almost omniscient and omnipotent....

So many years have passed, and at the moment when he really got the **, Xia Han's heart was lost.

He received more gifts than he had imagined, but he lost an important thing - the Illustrated Book. It wasn't until the end that he learned that the Pokédex, as a tool for selecting the heir of the Creator, would eventually become knowledge and merge into the soul of the heir.

The illustrated book disappears, and it merges with the summer cold. Xia Han thought about how to deal with the illustrated book after breaking the seal, but he didn't think it would be such an ending.

'Goodbye'

Xia Han hated the Illustrated Book, but he didn't think about what it would be like to disappear one day......

Now he knew that this feeling was called emptiness, and the object of his eighteen years of companionship suddenly disappeared, and the future seemed blank.

Who can accompany him through the long and endless years? Can those women and love really last that long? - In the memory of the Creator for hundreds of millions of years, Xia Han found no precedent.

He sighed, turned and stepped forward, and the Mona Lisa asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Go back, my life goes on."

With his words, the white light slowly disappeared with the figure of Mona Lisa, and there was no need for her existence in this world.

The Mona Lisa will return to the universe and wait for a long time before Xia Han leaves the planet.

This time is necessary for Xia Han, the information of the creator has caused a certain confusion in his thinking, and he must have a buffer period to adapt to the neutralization of his new identity and emotions, perhaps also for the concern of this world.

"Master, your path is not over there......"

Pillars of light suddenly blocked in front of Xia Han, and a large number of voices that couldn't distinguish the surnames rang out from all around: "The feelings of mortals do not belong to you. ”

This is the system, the system that once guarded every Creator, and they negate the emotions of Xia Han.

"Mortal feelings." Xia Han asked softly: "Isn't your original master also persistent?" ”

The Creators look down on mortals, but they look at their fellow human beings with the same feelings as mortals, there is love and hate, so they will go to destruction.

"They are destroyed." The system is emotionless: "You are the only remaining master, and in order to evolve, you cannot repeat the mistakes of the past." ”

"Evolutionary ......"

A trace of bitterness flashed at the corner of Xia Han's mouth, he already knew the secret of the universe, any race has the meaning of existence, and so is the Creator.

Their appearance is not accidental, just like primitive human beings go to civilization, planetary civilization goes to the universe, when a cosmic plane is strong enough, it will desire to get rid of its own shackles - the Creator is the manifestation of desire.

The evolution of the Creators is to leave the universe and walk through the many cosmic planes, eternal and immortal.

It was the supreme deity beyond the planets, beyond the universe, beyond life, and yet the previous creators failed, and they did not go out, not because of power – but because of souls.

This is a reason that is difficult to explain in words.

For example, children are sensitive and innocent, and they will be moved by the spring rain, the breeze, the sunshine, and the slightest little thing. However, as they grow older, children become less sensitive to the world and lose their love for what they have witnessed thousands of times.

This is the essence of the soul, and it will gradually change as the information received increases. From innocent children to mature youths to old people who died peacefully, no one can escape this law.

It is impossible for mortals to maintain their childhood thoughts for hundreds of years, and it is also difficult for them to maintain their vigor for hundreds of years, and their souls will naturally become old and silent with the years, and then return to the universe.

The incomparably powerful creators are also not free from this fate, they cannot maintain the stability of their souls, and the power is too strong, and the moment they leave the universe, they will be devoured.

However, they actually know the solution-

"Give up your feelings, master, as long as you are not influenced by the outside world, you can surpass the Creator."

The creators did not give up their feelings, and then again, who in this world can give up their feelings to be a robot? - Anyway, the summer cold can't.

"I'll find a solution."

He ignored the system and waved his hand to make the pillar of light disappear.

Xia Han wanted to go back to Earth, but he couldn't turn into a robot and go back, so he walked out of the void with one foot.

In the sky, Xuanwu and Qinglong had complicated eyes.

"Summer Cold ......"

Before they could ask, Xia Han slapped his face, and the holy beasts disappeared.

"We'll talk about that later."

The memories of the Creator recorded the pact with the Sacred Beast, but Xia Han didn't want to think about it.

He sealed the memories of the sacred beasts, and they would no longer remember today's vision, or even Xia Han and the Creator.

At this time, another figure also arrived.

"Your Majesty."

Bai Yue saluted, and she suddenly found that her contact with Xia Han had been restored, and there was nothing abnormal.

"What's going on?"

Xia Han asked.

"Oh, no...... Forgot. ”

Bai Yue frowned in confusion, she forgot why she was here.

"Then I'll tell you." Xia Han's eyes softened, and he smiled: "Congratulations, the war is over......"

For him, it's just a long time. (To be continued.) )