As a second consciousness created, Xiao Baixue has laid the foreshadowing of tragedy since birth.

"You wait for me here, I'll go and have a look."

Tang Xuan persuaded Lin Wan to stay where she was, and then approached the shrinking body alone.

Not only did he have to subdue, but he also had to save the bald head from his belly, if the bald head was still alive.

The weather was changing strangely, and Tang Xuan could clearly feel that the wind was rising nearby, and at the same time, the surrounding light and darkness were moving in diametrically opposite directions under the action of a certain force.

Tang Xuan stood on the dark side, he couldn't see the things around him more and more clearly, the light here went to the other side, and the light over there was a little dazzling.

And is a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses.

It looks bigger because he feels like an older brother in this way, so he takes the initiative to accelerate the growth of his body.

Not lying, they are indeed born gods.

A long time ago, by some coincidence, the ancient man's yearning for light and reverence for darkness broke through the hidden critical point and turned into a concrete force into the body of a newborn.

It would have been a stroke of luck if the object of the power had not been a pair of twins who were still in the womb.

When that power came, two babies whose consciousness was still in a state of chaos instinctively competed for this power as if they were fighting for nutrition.

Where there is contention, there will be victory and defeat.

It's the winning side.

In comparison, the development is better and the consciousness is more tenacious. In that contention, He received all the darkness and more than ninety percent of the light, and he almost died in that contention.

After gaining almost overwhelming power, he domineeringly plundered the nutrition provided by his mother. There is not a single share, and she only relies on the less than one percent of the light power she has obtained before to maintain her fragile life.

The thirst for nourishment was so mad that He even tried to devour and refine it into a delicious soup, but He couldn't.

Because their mother died, and died without suspense.

How can a pure human being sustain a god's unbridled demands?

The poor woman was sucked to the bone, and when she died, her eyeballs were deflated, and the appearance of death was enough to give nightmares.

But and stillborn, at the suggestion of their kindred, their father cut open their mother's belly and took them out.

He still didn't get enough energy, but no god had ever starved to death, and even those who didn't have much power at first grew up, so he just didn't feel good during that time. In fact, if He had been able to control the desire to eat, His mother would not have died so miserably.

With His help, his tribe quickly grew from a small unknown tribe to the most powerful tribe in the vicinity, with a population of more than 100,000 at one point.

It was one of the happiest times compared to other periods of time that followed.

I don't know how my father felt when he dissected them and how he thought of them. He never had a chance to figure it out, because by the time He inquired about it, His father had been dead for years.

He also killed him.

As we all know, just as fire and water are incompatible, light and darkness cannot coexist harmoniously.

When the forces of light and darkness are equal, they can maintain a delicate balance and grow rapidly at the same time due to each other's stimulation.

But when their strength is unbalanced, it is like water poured on a fire, either the water is evaporated or the fire is extinguished, and there will always be a fierce conflict of 'snort'.

So when He was three years old, the light and darkness within Him rioted. The riot devastated the entire tribe, and the people of the tribe were left dead, only dying and curled up behind a large rock.

Even more sad was that they had memories at that time, and they could never forget the remorse and pain when he came to his senses again, and the hateful look in his sister's eyes when he found him.

He will always remember that scene.

His clothes were gone, and his body was covered in dust, bruises, and blood from small stones. Her eyes were filled with fear, as if she had returned to the embarrassed appearance she had when she first arrived in this world.

Ten times more embarrassing than then, to be exact.

Her spirit was so devastating that she curled up on her knees in fear, her eyes blankly muttering meaningless gibberish.

Only later did I know what had been experienced.

At the moment of his violent departure, he was being held on his father's lap and listening to the story. She watched as her father, who had been smiling at her for a second and making her happy, and who was playing with her, was melted into a mass of humanoid ashes with a sudden and terrible scream.

"You killed my father in front of my eyes."

This is the root of hatred against Him.

Later, with a strong sense of guilt, he wandered around, first in the nearby grasslands, then on the surface of the entire planet, and then into the universe, wandering between planets and galaxies.

Their relationship has never eased.

Power is a curse on Them, and they have never been happy from the heart, not even for a moment, and power has cast a shadow over their story from beginning to end.

In that era when the ancient gods were highly active, and because of the incoordinated control of light and dark powers, they were unable to transform their top-level potential into top-level strength, and became a laughing stock among the ancient gods. Even though more and more humans were enslaved, their own level has always remained around the third rate, and they have been repeatedly oppressed by other ancient gods, and they have been captured for a while.

Power is a curse on Them.

If they do not gain strength, they will be a pair of ordinary human brothers and sisters, who will not be born without their mother and embark on a night road that never breaks.

But there are no ifs, and the only thing to be thankful for is that their tragedy has finally come to an end.

At this time, the absorption of the pair had entered the final stage, and an eerie atmosphere appeared in the sky, and light and darkness appeared on both sides of her body clearly.

In fact, the original power of light and darkness has always been hidden in the deepest part of the body, and there has never been a single increase or decrease.

Even after the original riot, the most primordial ray of light was not destroyed, but lurked and has been lurking to this day.

Now that they are all drawn together, when they merge, the Light and Darkness of the Origin will be balanced, and they will be promoted to the true Lord of Light and Darkness.

"Strength, I feel real power!"

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