Ning An's eyes were almost only left with that white light, and other than that, he couldn't see it.

The surrounding environment was getting darker and darker, and Ning An was almost in a trance, and even Lin Bocheng couldn't feel it.

It's a very mysterious feeling.

She flew towards the light, and darkness fell in her wake.

But countless images seemed to have some magical power, transcending the darkness and taking on colors in Ning An's mind.

...

The sun god and the water god fought the law, the Wu'an country in the east had a great drought for three years, and the seven wolf countries in the west had three consecutive years of heavy rain, and the rain almost flooded the entire country.

...

The god of wind and the god of fire faced each other in the north and south, so all the kingdoms of the north and the south, large and small, competed to slaughter millions of slaves to sacrifice to the gods. Gold, silver, treasure, fruits, and grains were all offered to the gods regardless of cost and consequences.

...

The Golden Wheel God is tyrannical and takes pleasure in killing.

...

The god of Nanshan is absurd, so young girls are miraculous.

……

...

In a short moment, at the end of the Qinghe era, the chaotic scene of the gods slipped through Ning An's mind frame by frame.

It's like sliding through PPT in class, and it's very silky.

The kind with sound effects.

The gods are unkind, and regard all things as dogs.

One thing after another, Ning An, who was outside the times, suddenly became helpless and suffocated.

Humans are as humble as ants.

But the grasshopper shakes the tree, and when everything goes to the extreme, the destruction is also like a shadow.

The temple was destroyed and no longer worshipped.

Humanity has fought against the mighty gods with the weakest of their powers.

……

Time is gone, and you and I are both dead!

……

Ning An didn't know what kind of mood he was in to fly this seemingly distant distance, in short, it was getting closer and closer to the pillar of light, and the surrounding darkness seemed to have been dispelled by the light.

I can see my surroundings and see the bustling crowd around me.

The crowd converged towards the altar, holding their hands high into the sky around the huge circular altar with their hands clasped together and a pious expression on their faces.

The crowd kept coming.

With the altar as the center, the surrounding area is densely packed with human heads.

Ning An approached the pillar of light, and the pillar of light sprang up from the altar, and Ning An fell almost uncontrollably, and fell on the altar.

So she saw the girl in the pillar of light.

They've seen it.

Countless times.

Idols, illusions.

In short... Seen.

Ning An only felt that her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if it was thunder, and her ears were numb.

So she looked away.

The altar is very high.

She seemed to be able to look down on all the believers.

Those believers closed their eyes and believed that they would receive God's gifts.

The same expression, the same stereotype.

Ning An suddenly felt a little familiar.

In the midst of lightning, she remembered.

She seemed to know this kind of scene, she had seen it.

In the illusion of Freeslan City.

Illusion is born in the heart and relies on fear.

Lin Bo's bloody encounters as an adult were infinitely magnified in the illusion.

Even Feng Qi.

Although she didn't understand why.

But since Feng Qi is a hybrid of gods and demons, he is afraid of his dark childhood.

It all makes sense.

And what about her.

She obviously has her own vision.

In the illusion, she sat alone on a high platform, surrounded by statues of gods, and there were believers kneeling down devoutly.

Reverently suffocated her.

It was also the first time she had seen a statue.

See the statue of Princess Yunhua.

She only thought it was ridiculous at the time, and the original owner had no memory of this idol.

Why didn't you think about her?

What about herself?

Was this her own deep-seated fear?

She doesn't love the people in the world, she doesn't want the people in the world to worship her!

Thinking of this, Ning An was chilled, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the goddess in the pillar of light.

The goddess somehow opened her eyes and looked at her.

Those eyes are so beautiful.

Peach blossom eyes.

His eyes shone with golden light, like water, and he was gentle and not like words.

In those eyes, the grass, trees, mountains and rivers are reflected, and the earth is reflected.

God is merciful, this is God's eyes.

True God.

Ning An was stunned, as if she was caught in that watery gaze.

Suddenly, a question came to her mind.

A hole that made her scalp tingle.

She always felt like she was here in a book.

What about before wearing a book?

She doesn't seem to have any memories of before wearing books!

The second senior brother said that he was a writer before he came here, but what about her?

What was her life like before?

Be... It's a blank slate.

Ning An watched the goddess smile at her, as if something was broken in her mind.

Is there a possibility......

The white light suddenly spread, and a force of revival swept through the world.

Subsequently....

After the resurrection, there is the power to destroy all things.

"Ning'an."

In a trance, Ning An heard the goddess calling her.

Call her Ning'an.

Such tenderness with an indescribable attachment.

"In the next life... Live for yourself. ”

"Bang!"

It's dark.

There was a bang, and it was like the world was shattered.

Ning An felt that he couldn't move, as if he was going to perish with this Qinghe era.

Little by little, consciousness is dissipating.

……

"She doesn't have a name."

"Because she is the last god of the Qinghe era."

"She stood with humanity and destroyed an entire age."

……

"Ning'an!"

"Ning'an!"

Ning An's consciousness gradually returned, as if he had fallen into a warm embrace.

Someone was calling her.

When the five senses returned, Ning An opened his eyes.

An unfamiliar face was reflected in Ning An's pupils.

This face is extremely good-looking.

The man's facial features are deep, there is an indissoluble anger between his eyebrows, and there is a little nervousness in his cold eyes.

Ning An's head moved slightly.

"Little... Little Red? ”