Is it true that the world and the universe in which there are mysteries of life and death are finite?

Even if you have become one of the high-minded and all-powerful gods in the mouths of all living beings, you still have no way of knowing the true answer to this philosophical question.

Existing in the pitch-black void blocked by countless chains, standing on a tall white throne.

Liu Lingzheng, the new generation of sword gods, was supporting his chin with one hand, and his other white and crystalline little hand was gently stroking the diamond-shaped gem on the hilt of the dual-system sword inserted in front of the throne, and he was a little bored and cranky.

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It's so lonely.

At this moment, he has been blocked by many gods in this chaotic place of time and space for an unknown amount of time.

A hundred years? A thousand years? Or is it an age of gods? Ten Ages of the Gods?

In the first few years, Liu Ling could still distinguish clearly, but as time passed, Liu Ling's concept of time gradually blurred.

In this place, if there is no firm will, all eternal existence seems to be slowly washed away by the long river of time, dimmed and eventually extinguished.

Staring at the dusk ability sword fused by the sword god system and the ability system, Liu Ling's silver sword pupils slashed through the fragments of scenery left by the colorful road to godhood recorded by the system from time to time.

Haruka remembers that when he was betrayed by his lover when he first entered the cultivation realm in his previous life, the petite back who was surrounded by countless cultivators and fearless, his emotions froze for the first time, and indifference appeared in his eyes.

Returning from death and reliving a lifetime, with the help of the dual system, he kept hunting for potential points in the mortal dust, igniting the crimson fire, and the path of flame was opened.

In the chaotic city, he fought bloodily, and in one death battle after another, he gradually climbed to the top of the mortal world.

And when I met the camplight for the first time, the surprise brought to me at that moment seemed to be vivid.

After entering the cultivation realm for the second time, his true potential was stimulated, and he stood out among the many cultivation heavenly arrogance and demons, and his proud heart was sublimated, becoming the first person in the cultivation realm!

In the world where the dungeon coexisted with many pseudo-gods, he spent a very pleasant time with his own gods, and finally in order to protect that little love, he never compromised, fearlessly confronted many pseudo-gods in the sky, and resolutely turned into a nine-headed demon dragon guarding purgatory, and shattered the world.

In the hell where the lines of death are intertwined, he and the witch of dusk meet, and together they make mistakes, smash the stone of suppression, release the Winter Sword Master, and cross the definition of death.

Snatching the Prison Layer Mark from the Demon Dragon, the Ancestor of Purgatory, the eighteen dragon heads set off countless bloody storms.

According to the wish of the bonee, he personally cut off the last bond in the destruction of the kingdom of God, and then killed the next true god Mario for the first time, injured the other three gods, melted the kingdom of God, condensed the god body, and proclaimed himself a god, shocking the gods of the world.

He personally launched the second Ragnarok Project, so that the noble divine blood in the sky was scattered in this endless world, and the name of the demon king in the gods was completely resounded in one world after another.

Until now......

"Do you have a dual-system ability sword god? Those timid gods really gave me a good nickname. ”

As if he had regained his strength, Liu Ling's small hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the Dusk Ability Sword.

Time's up.

The myriad chains that sealed around the pure white throne broke at the same moment, dissipating into powder and dissipating into the air.

The two-color longsword slashed through the space in front of it with a gorgeous sword light that could not be described in words, and cleaved a vacuum path to the outside world.

The corners of his jet-black clothes flew, and the young god who held the sword smiled slightly, no longer nostalgic for the place where he had been trapped for countless times, and walked into the gap without heading.

This magnificent story has just begun.