The sky was like a fire, there was no sun, but the sky was fiery red, the wind blew, there were no clouds, but the smell of sulfur was in the air, and there was a war going on on the earth covered with magma and flames.

War is no stranger to this place, and it is no stranger to both warring parties, for it is the abyss, the abyss of chaos, where the remnants of the remnants of the last epoch are said to have risen back to the glory of the new world and seize the power of the new world.

The cunning devils tempted one pure soul after another to fall into the abyss, and those demons tried to transform these fallen souls into burning legions to conquer the entire multiverse, but in fact they could only keep and continue in this chaotic abyss, endlessly engaged in a seemingly endless bloody battle.

The will of chaos hangs in this abyss, a place spurned by all planes, the creatures of the endless universe, a place of chaos that cannot be dispelled even by the brilliance of Isaac, the Lord of Order, the legendary Lord of Chaos, who wants to bring the entire multiverse to destruction, sleeps in the endless depths of this abyss.

No one knows what His name is, not even the Lord of Chaos himself is legendary, because He is Chaos and comes from chaos with the will of chaos.

In the multiverse, the gods of the Order camp and the heroes of the Endless Universe dream of one day reaching the bottom of the abyss and slaying the Lord of Chaos who is trying to bring chaos to the entire multiverse.

But unfortunately, no one can do it, not even the gods who are high above, they don't even know how deep this abyss is, and where the Lord of Chaos who has fallen into the deepest part of the endless abyss since the beginning of the epoch is in the abyss.

But legend has it that the Lord of Chaos has fallen into an endless slumber, but His will, His incarnation, has been walking in every plane of the multiverse, wanting to bring chaos to all those who love peace and order.

……

In the year 368 of the Galactic calendar, the third year of the seven-year civil war that had divided the entire federation had just ended. The noise of war has not completely calmed down.

He didn't like this universe too much, because there was no her in this universe, in fact he had traveled through the endless multiverse, but he never found her. He knew she was dead.

But he was still holding out a hope, he was looking for a way to get her back, having traveled too many places and met too many people, this time. He seemed to see hope.

It's not a high-level universe, looking at the entire multiverse, it's only medium in size, but he's found something interesting here.

Specifically, a person, a person with potential.

He didn't know exactly what his arrival would do to this universe, but he seemed to see a good future. The nascent multiverse is far from growing to the point where it is stable.

The brilliance of those nascent gods is not yet able to envelop the entire multiverse, and it is a good time, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with him.

He wasn't too fond of the newborn gods, whether they were on his side. He doesn't like those who are on the other side, because he is like a man, and they are like a god.

It's ridiculous that those mortals have put the god-like man on the throne of the gods, and the human-like him has been beaten into the abyss, which is really a kind of irony.

But what does it matter, he doesn't care what those people think.

His eyes fell on a planet where a war was going on.

He has no intention of interfering in this war, even if the protagonist of this war is the person he values. Someone who felt potential, but he didn't interfere either.

Because he loves men and does not like God. So even though the other party was probably his hope, he still decided if the other party wanted to be a god. Then he will change people, but if he wants to be a person like him, he will help him once.

Then he waited for what he wanted, and he felt the desire of the other party to be a human being like him, so he smiled and nodded, giving the other party a light. A light that can come from the beginning.

Then he left the universe and waited quietly, waiting for the seed planted to take root and grow into his hope.

……

There should be death in life, and for a nascent era, the opposition between life and death is established, and this era gradually stabilizes.

The reason why the last epoch was destroyed is because the life that represents death has been suppressed by the desire for eternal life, and the world seeks immortality and fears death.

And this era is different after all.

The multiverse learned its lesson, or rather, the gods who dominated this universe learned their lesson, they divided the camps, they divided order and chaos, they divided light and darkness, and then until life and death were established, the whole multiverse finally became clear.

He woke up from his slumber, with countless wills walking in every corner of this multiverse, and the seed planted many years ago finally took root, giving her the possibility of resurrection again in the name of death.

And now he needs to talk to the Lord of Life, and if He doesn't promise him, then kill Him.

He thought, and then, almost at the moment that thought arose in his mind, the entire multiverse seemed to feel the will, the order was silent, the light trembled, and life finally sighed and gave him the result he wanted.

So he was satisfied, and fell into a deep sleep again, chasing her from universe to universe, enriching his life with one experience after another.

This time, they can have countless poems that have been written forever.

Maybe it's true, maybe it's fake, who cares. He had a dream in which there were countless of them together, and as long as he didn't want to wake up, who could make him face the pain of this reality.

Isn't that what life is all about? If you can be relieved of this lucid suffering in a dream, then even if you continue to sleep like this, you will never be able to wake up from a dream, isn't it also a good choice?

Anyway, he represents the chaos of the man himself, doesn't he?

He doesn't wake up, but he will make the living beings of this universe happy, even if they actually know that everyone is actually a believer in chaos, but this reality is so acute, why should we debunk it.

To be a believer in order, to be a prayer of light, to be far away from the chaos of this life, away from the darkness of this heart, we continue to sing this hymn, singing the praises of the beauty of all illusions.

This world, it's so good.

He thought, in countless universes, countless times he lowered his head, saw her beside him, sighed, in this dream, he didn't want to wake up.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep - Tang Xianzu.

The last line of poetry, so it is.

End of book. (To be continued.) )

PS: The whole book is finished, I am relieved, let me slow down for two days, there will be a postscript to talk to you about the creation process of the whole book.