In the years of Naslan, it was happy.

The struggle between the Creator and the Soul Breaker has brought the originally chaotic world to life.

There was a distance between heaven and earth, but at that time, apart from the Creator and the Seventeen Apostles, there were still very few things in heaven and earth, such as the ghost and the blue, and there were no other humanoid organisms, only an endless land and a vast sky.

The Creator resides in the Gate of the East, a gate in the sky, where there is the Temple of the Gods, which is the space of the gods.

For a long time, the Creators have cultivated living beings to change the boring and monotonous world.

He is particularly fond of flowers, and his spiritual power sways through the world with the sleeves of his coat, and a hundred flowers are born and decorate the world.

Therefore, flowers as carriers have become the root of the spiritual power of all ethnic groups in the future.

But the Creator is so bored, he is so bored.

By chance, he traveled through the world and found that a cherry blossom tree in the sky showed signs of life, and the glowing light flickered, lighting up the creator's boring heart.

A pink mist in the middle of the tree, as if the heavens had given direction, the Creator took the mist back to the temple with joy, and took care of it day and night, infusing it with spiritual power.

Slowly, the bottom of the fog took root and sprouted, growing into a small tree in the dirt and blooming.

The pink flowers are clear and delicate, and they are extremely charming.

The creator felt that this was a magical thing, and held it in the palm of his hand every day to observe, who knows, the flowers gradually converged towards the center of the tree, the mist lingered, and a small person jumped down.

Finger-sized.

Stretching his waist and jumping in the palm of his hand, full of vitality.

The heart of the Creator is touched.

No one is eternal.

He has a successor.

From then on, he took more care of the little man, until he grew into a handsome boy as tall and handsome as he was, and the Creator began to be stricter, and he thought that fate had chosen him, that is, he had a task and a fixed number, and this child had Huigen because he was different.

By the time of the 10,000-year meeting of the gods, the apostles paid more and more attention to transforming the world with the development of the world and the management of the Creator.

The Creator also saw this as a desirable option.

It was at this time that I was born with the Tree of Ten Thousand Sources under the infusion of the divine power of the Creator.

Since I was a child, I have been fostered in Valhalla, thousands of miles away from the Hall of the Divine Spirit, studying day and night.

The two apostles sent by the Creator followed me.

I know what loneliness is like, long and boring.

I don't know where I want to go, I sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows every day and watch the beautiful holy light shine on everything, without the concept of time.

During this time, the world was already very lively.

Many living beings have already appeared.

When I became an adult, the task of the king began to be fulfilled in me, and my coronation, accompanied by the two apostles, and the three sages whom I had chosen from among the living beings of the world, constituted the five dukes. From then on, my duke and I began to manage earthly affairs.

I don't know who Brian is, but I do know that he is the adopted son of the Creator, that he is a brilliant and capable man, and that he is the recognized heir.

I think that as children who are also expected to have high expectations, we will have a lot of common language.

However, I didn't expect that he hated me so much.

Maybe others always mentioned me in his ear, which made him feel pressure in the comparison, and invisibly formed jealousy towards me, which slowly turned into resentment.

I am innocent.

He is also innocent.

It's just that people who don't understand the rules have a poison that compares our abilities, erodes our hearts to help each other, and we become competitors.

So much so that in the following 10,000 years of divine gathering, our first encounter was so unpleasant.

I still can't forget how fiercely he looked at me.

Especially in the words that the Creator introduced me, he increased his hatred for me.

Yes, I am the youngest king, and the creatures of the earth have been colorful and have achieved good results in a very short time.

And he is just a child who listens to the words of God every day in the Temple of the Gods and has a high level of understanding, he has no actual combat results, and he has no fixed position.

Many may say that he is the successor of the Creator, the one who will rule over all things in the world.

But it's just possible.

Because the time of the gods is very long, even if the creator cultivates him according to the requirements of the successor, he is only in the superficial stage of further education, and he has not yet touched the management level, because the creator has a long time to teach him.

He wanted to make a difference too much, he wanted to get some results, but he could only learn the language of the gods and deepen his thoughts.

He wants to prove himself, he wants to prove it too much!

He began to skip classes, started to go to the Nether, and gained a lot of inspiration, and he told the Creator about the idea that came to him, but he was not approved.

He was not convinced, did not listen to the advice, completely left the Spirit Temple, to create a living system, due to the weak strength, the magic circle opening mode is not perfect, resulting in the blue rose garden in the sky spiritual power rampant, open the aurora world, there is a collapse of the sky.

When the Creator learned of this, he sent an apostle to remedy it, and the apostles sealed it together, but they were trapped in the land of Blue Rose due to the state of the land.

I have been in charge of the world for many years, and I have slightly more experience than them, breaking through geographical limitations, guiding the way, and successfully returning.

Brian was defeated again.

My grudge with him is deeply rooted here.

Brian was punished, and I became the recognizer of the top abilities.

Some of the gods began to think that I was chosen by the Creator to inherit the cause.

This is undoubtedly rubbing salt in the scars of jealousy.

I don't know how the Creator left, but I've heard some rumors about Brian.

I'm skeptical.

But he also ended his life in a fog.

To this day, I don't know why – I ended myself personally?

Brian and I are both related to the Blue Rose, and we have both been trapped in the Blue Rose world.

It's just that the Blue Devourer derived from the Blue Warrior World is a warning from the sky, a warning to Brian, he can't do it like this again, otherwise the scene of the sky collapse will only get worse, his system is not perfect, his ability is lacking, he must admit it.

Because the Creator has not yet come to teach him, he is not to blame.

But with half a pound and eight taels of skills to build the whole world, I don't blame him, because of our departure, no god in the world can quickly think of a remedy or even transformation.

However, it is really incomprehensible that in the long years of not wanting to make progress, using the position of all things for personal gain, and ruling autocracy!

So, I want to get my stuff back, go to him, fight him, and rebuild the imperfect system.

"......," Leo blinked as if he didn't understand, "...... so"

"I want the soul of the king."

"Forehead ......"

"I know it's in your hands." The man smiled.

"Jiu De Yan has left, but the soul is still there, and now that the door is open, he can come back at any time."

Leo froze.

"You don't have to worry, Jiu De Yan is my shadow." The man stood up, "He's just a container to protect my soul." The man walked over with a smile, and the charming smile was terrifying.

"I don't deserve to die, I don't want to die, someone manipulated something, I stripped my soul and cut my shadow in a moment of sobriety."

"Hmm......" Leo backed back.

"And you, just a shadow doppelganger, is the form of my ability, there is no body to speak of, no soul, just a tool."

"No...... No way...... My emotions are real, my body is real, including my soul......"

"Yes...... "The man grabbed Leo by the neck, "If you insist on it, I'll let you feel your body and your worth—"

"King!" Shadow Inferno rushed in, and a ray of light dragged Leo aside.

"Shadow Hell? Are you holding me back? The man frowned, his long white robe fluttering.

"Forgive the Shadow Hell." Shadow Prison bowed its head.

"Heh, I thought that after so many centuries, you forgot your dignity and me!" The man's hair was scattered, the green silk fell, and the majesty of the king was released.

"Forgive Shadow Hell for not knowing how to deal with it for a while, and didn't salute at the city gate." Shadow Hell's eyes closed, his head bowed at all times.

"Huh...... You're the shrewdest of people, Shadow Hell, and I don't believe what you're saying. The man waved his sleeves, and Shadow Hell instantly took off into the air and held his neck, making it difficult to breathe.

"Wang ......"

"You still know I'm king?" The man's fingers drew circles in the air, and Shadow Hell's face was flushed.

"Tell you, since I was born again, the rules have to be changed again, I don't care what this world becomes, Brian's system just can't work!" The man shook his hand, and Shadow Hell slammed into the wall and fell, his hand clutching Purple's neck and panting.

"Yes......" Shadow Prison coughed hard.

"I'm glad that a race will be wiped out soon." The man looked up, filled with joy.

"Lord Jiude!" A figure appeared outside the door.

"What......" Leo cleared his throat, glanced nervously at the man, and rushed to the door, "What's the matter?" ”

"The City of Blood is paralyzed."

Leo was stunned and speechless, and looked at the man in a daze, the corners of the man's mouth hooked, hooked his fingers, and the person outside the door stumbled through the door frame and slid in front of his eyes.

"That...... The ......" deacon looked at the beautiful man in front of him in horror, how did Lord Jiudeqi become like this? The afterglow swept to Leo, and the identical face suddenly made him tremble with fear, and the appearance of Shadow Prison struggling to get up on the ground but sticking to the floor made his teeth start to chatter up and down.

"You're saying it again." The man blinked gently.

The deacon swallowed, looking at him tremblingly.

"Oh? Don't want to say? The man's hand began to strain.

"The Bloodline is gone!" The deacon closed his eyes in fear and turned his face away.

"Good!" The man looked at him with his chin propped up, "Be specific." ”

"Uh...... That one...... The King of the Bloods is wounded...... Excessive blood loss...... There seemed to be no signs of life...... The Blood City has been trampled by the Abyss Demon Dragon......"

"Impossible......" Leo shook his head, "how could it be ......"

"Looks like someone doesn't believe it?" The man's eyes glanced at Leo.

"Then it seems that this man doesn't need to live—"

"Don't!" The deacon struggled, rising in the air, his limbs locked by an invisible force and unable to move, "Morrest is an ordinary person! It's normal for ordinary people to die! Normal—" The deacon almost roared, being brought to the brink of death, shouting out of his mind.

"Impossible...... How could it be ......" Leo couldn't figure it out, his head shaking like a rattle.

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