The Divine Realm Continent is in ruins, the flames of war are still not extinguished, and the gods are immersed in endless sorrow.

In this battle, I don't know how many gods perished, and I don't know how many living beings died from the light of repentance radiated when the angels dissipated.

Although it didn't completely turn the primeval god realm into a dead place, it was not much different.

The leylines are still there, but they have been overdrawn by the glowing candle illumination of the polar energy force field.

After that, this world will never return to its former prosperity, nor will it give birth to new gods, it will only grow old day by day, and eventually it will not be able to avoid the same ending as the demon world and the underworld.

There is not one in ten armies of the Divine Realm, and they are taking on the heavy task of rebuilding the temple.

Most of the gods fell, and only the Ice and Snow Goddess remained by Murong Yuanrui's side, and the rest of the gods returned to their own gods, mourning the dead, and rebuilding the temple.

Under the devastation, there is no need for order in the divine realm, because all living beings are left with grief and memories.

They reminisce about the good times of the former divine realm, where the sun and the moon shine and the stars shine.

From now on, the light of the sun god, the blessing of the moon god, the spirit of ice and snow is gone, and the breath of the wind is no longer gentle. The sea is no longer controlled by the gods, and the fire spirits are no longer summoned by the fire gods.

Nature is in a frenzy, and nothing remains of endless desolation in the wilderness.

The nights are getting longer and the days are getting shorter.

The divinity of the remaining Protoss fades little by little, and it won't be long before they become ordinary beings.

The reason is that the pride of the Protoss has been completely defeated, and the glory of the Protoss has been dimmed.

The statue of the primeval thunder god of Thunder Cliff collapsed silently, as the father of the gods of the divine realm, his idol had extraordinary significance to the divine realm. The collapse of the idol represents the complete loss of the inheritance of divinity in the divine realm.

Maybe it won't be long before the Ancient God Realm will have to change its name.

The Lost Realm of God, the Forsaken Realm.

Looking at the devastation of the divine realm, my heart is infinitely sad.

The primeval Three Realms represent the past of the universe, and their decline verifies the irreversibility of time, and the law of heaven and earth that prosperity must decline.

What is lost can never be turned back, even if there are supreme existences such as Pu Jia, Murong, and Concubine, it is still inevitable that time will completely turn the primeval Three Realms into the dust of history.

I see the end of the divine realm clearly, until these living beings will perish little by little, but I can't show them a way to live.

They belong to the past, and the world belongs to the present.

The ruins can't accommodate them, and the world doesn't need primeval gods.

Thinking of this, my heart became more and more sad, and I grieve for Yuan Rui.

The temporary residence of the God of War Temple, Yuan Rui is taking care of Xie Mo and Xie Ling.

In order to stabilize the leylines of the Divine Realm, the two little guys overdrew their energy, and their listless appearance was extremely distressing.

I wanted to hug Xie Ling, he dodged and shrank into Yuan Rui's arms, but fortunately, Xie Mo had a good impression of me, so I let me hold her in my arms.

Xie Mo's body was very light, and his breathing was much heavier than usual.

Yuan Rui is right, I am probably the most incompetent father in the world, holding my beloved daughter in my arms, but I don't know what to say to her, so I can only hold her in my arms and rub my chin against her tender hair.

Xie Mosheng is extremely beautiful, like her mother. The skin is better than snow, and under the long eyelashes are a pair of black and white eyes that are delicate and transparent.

The delicate nose wings, trembling with heavy gasps, the cute and pitiful appearance is infinitely distressing.

Xie Ling is like me, timid and stubborn, he will turn around when he looks at him, and he will secretly look at me when he is not looking at him. I wish he wasn't as affectionate as I was, and he owed so much debt.

The two holy beasts can be reincarnated as humans, and I don't know how many opportunities they have to exhaust to do so. Being my child, I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate for them.

"Xie Mo, do you hate your father?" I asked softly.

"Why should I hate you?"

"I wasn't there for you when you needed my company, and every time I came, it would make you and Xie Ling suffer."

"I don't hate." Xie Mo thought about it seriously, shook his head and said.

"Why?"

"I don't know why, my brother often scolds you, but he often calls you when he sleeps."

"What about you, have you ever dreamed of me?"

"Yes."

I sat on a stone pillar in the temple with Xie Mo in my arms, leaned Xie Mo's head against my chest, stroked her gentle hair and asked, "What did I do in my dream?" ”

"I dreamed that you didn't want us anymore." Speaking of this, Xie Mo snorted and asked, "Dad, will you not want us?" ”

"No, I'll be with you forever."

"Pull the hook, don't deceive people."

"Okay."

Hooked his fingers with Xie Mo and made a promise, although I knew in my heart that I couldn't afford to make any promises.

Whether it is Xie Mo or Xie Ling, they are not ordinary children, they are psychic and enlightened very early, so she will chat with me in such a tone that is obviously not suitable for her age.

Ordinary children are still ignorant and naïve, but they have already consciously borne their own fate.

The memories of the Shadow and the Candlelight are gone, but as once supreme beings, they still retain a powerful insight.

It can not only gain insight into everything, but also insight into people's hearts and emotions.

It's just that this insight is hidden in the depths of their souls, and it usually does not manifest itself, and it still follows the childish innocence of children.

But as soon as something touches their souls, they immediately show great insight, and Xie Mo's dream came from this.

I looked at Yuan Rui, the Kunlun Holy Maiden who used to be like a fairy, the ancient god of war, and now she is more like a loving mother. Exhausted the sorrow of the divine realm, and gently comforted the young Xie Ling.

Sensing my gaze, Yuan Rui looked at me, tender as water.

If possible, I am willing to trade everything for the quiet years. However, the entrance, which was constantly devoured by thieves, reminded me that the scene in front of me was the last remnant of my life.

Yuan Rui has not foreseen it, and Xie Mo has already seen my fate in his dream.

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