Boundless darkness shrouded the sky, and when that colorful light appeared, the sorrow that had been immersed in people's faces also dissipated little by little with the thick black clouds, because they knew that the war of the gods that had lasted for a hundred years was finally over.

In the divine realm, there is a mess, where is the original mesmerizing scenery. It's an ominous place, because it's the place where countless gods have fallen. From now on, this is no longer an ethereal godscape, but a terrifying tomb of gods, the tomb of the gods. In the midst of the ruins, there was a figure standing among them. The man was dressed in black, holding a three-foot long sword, and the blood on his body looked so miserable and desolate. Obviously, he is the final winner of this war.

Gods are gods after all, and even if they fall, the resentment they left behind before death will still drift to the nether realm and endanger the common people. For the sake of all things in the world, he must stay. The tomb of the gods needs a tomb keeper, and the only one in this world who has this qualification seems to be the only one left.

With a wave of the man's hand, a ray of light enveloped the entire divine realm. After a few breaths, everything was calm again. He used what little mana he had left to turn into an enchantment and seal off the entire tomb. The man in black put away his sword and walked towards a beautiful daisy. He smiled and gently plucked it. The blue light flashed, and he came to a small wooden house. It's beautiful, a wooden house, a big tree, a meadow, and a grave.

He walked slowly to the half-man-high tomb and planted the daisy in his hand next to it. His eyes are full of endless love, because it is his beloved wife who is buried in the grave. He is so gentle at the moment. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye as the wind gently ruffled his messy hair.

"Lin'er, there will be only the two of us left here in the future, we can finally stay together quietly and stop running around, you must be very happy, right?"

He was the winner in the end, and yes, he won. But he was still so sad. He regretted it, he didn't expect that this idea that had never appeared before actually appeared in his mind, didn't he feel ridiculous? If time could be turned back, he would rather not stand at the top of this world, and the price of success was that his beloved woman and his brother who depended on him for life and death left him one by one, and all that was left seemed to be himself and the long sword in his hand, as well as the painful memories.

He looked at the long sword in his hand and smiled helplessly, "Brother Sword, you have been fighting with me for many years, and now I have decided to stay in this divine tomb and not ask about the world." So you don't have to stay with me anymore, your life shouldn't be spent in loneliness. Go back to the Nether, there's still someone waiting for you!"

Hearing this, the long sword suddenly buzzed, and the sword body kept trembling, just like a child who knew that he was about to leave his parents, who had lived together for many years, hid in the corner and cried quietly, everything has spirituality, not to mention the divine sword in the hands of the gods? But it did not hesitate, turned into a ray of light and broke through the void and flew into the distance, because it knew that his heart was dead.

Ten thousand years later

At this time, in front of a gorgeous mansion, a middle-aged man in a brocade suit was walking around constantly, sweating profusely, as if something big was about to happen, and several old men standing beside him were also full of sadness. However, he still comforted him, "Patriarch, you better sit down and rest for a while, Mrs. Jiren has her own natural appearance, and she will be fine." ”

"Alas, Uncle Fang. You also know that Jing'er was seriously injured, and she hasn't come out for two hours, so how can I not be in a hurry! At this moment, a baby's cry came from inside the house.

Raw!

After hearing the sound, everyone immediately rushed into the delivery room, and it was a midwife holding a newborn baby in her arms. "Congratulations to the patriarch, the mother and son are safe, and the birth is a boy!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly took the child over, and after taking a look, he couldn't help laughing, "Hahahahaha, God has eyes, my Yuan Cheng finally has a son" This Yuan Cheng is over fifty this year, and when he was young, he only cared about practicing martial arts and wandering the rivers and lakes. So he had no heirs, and it wasn't until he was forty-five years old that he remembered to inherit the lineage, and then he married his first wife. But in the next five years, the wife gave birth to three daughters for him, but there was no son. This made him, as the patriarch, really embarrassed. So a year ago, he married his second wife again, Fang Jing, the eldest lady of the Fang family. But unexpectedly, during his wife's pregnancy, the family suddenly changed, causing his wife to be seriously injured. It took a great deal of money to keep his wife and the child in his womb, thinking that there was no hope of having a child, and it would be good to save his wife's life. Unexpectedly, God was not kind to his Yuan family, not only did his mother and son be safe, but also let him have a son, how could he not be happy? Seeing the patriarch smiling so happily, the two old men beside him were also very pleased, and hurriedly stepped forward to congratulate him.

"Brother Cheng, quickly bring the child to me to see. After Fang Jing had just regained a little strength, she hurriedly urged Yuan Cheng to bring the child over, as the child's mother, how could she not be in a hurry?

After Yuan Cheng heard his wife's call, he hurriedly hugged the child. Looking at the baby crying in swaddling clothes, Fang Jing's eyes were full of the brilliance of maternal love, and her eyes smiled into a slit. "Brother Cheng, do you think he looks like you a little more, or does he want me more?"

"My nose and mouth are more like me, and my eyes are a little more like yours. The most beautiful thing on Fang Jing's face was the pair of clear and bright sleeping phoenix eyes, the reason why Yuan Cheng would marry her was precisely because he took a fancy to him.

"Look at the middle of his eyebrows, there is a mole! I don't know how many other girls' girls will be fascinated when I grow up" "Of course, I don't look at whose son it is!" Yuan Cheng's tone seemed so gentle, maybe only when he was with his beloved woman, he would reveal such a tender side.

"Give him a name, what should you call him?" Fang Jing looked at her husband expectantly.

Yuan Cheng thought for a while, "A manly man must stand up to the sky and have his own piece of the world, but no matter how strong he is, he is also a martial artist, and the most important thing is to understand the world and be sensible." The name of the heir of our Yuan family has always been a single word, so let's call him Yuan Ming. ”

"Well, Ming'er, you must grow up quickly, as your father said, to become a big hero who stands up to the sky!" Obviously, Fang Jing was very satisfied with her husband's name, and she was also looking forward to what kind of sky this little life that had just been born would have in the future. The transformation from a girl to a woman may lie in her children.