will die.

I will die.

Lu Lingqiu felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart as he looked at the countless streaks of silver light rushing towards him from the horizon.

He has understood that in front of the true God, the spiritual methods of demigods are almost useless.

Only the "Eight Ancient Heritages" at the level of true gods have a chance to compete with Ye Shu's divine magic.

Night spirit root, star spirit root, ethereal spirit root.

As the most qualified being in the sky for seven thousand years, Ye Shu possesses three super-grade Holy Spirit roots and is undoubtedly the strongest among the six gods. In the ancient war between the six gods, at a young age, he was able to fight with half of the gods.

Qingxi, who had just crossed the threshold of the True God, was beaten by Mu Yu evenly.

Among the six gods, Qingyue, the weakest moon god, only survives entirely under his protection. In other words, Ye Shu has always been fighting one against two.

——With the power of one person, he blocked the terrifying onslaught of two demigods.

Just listen to his crazy voice resounding through the barrier:

"Are you just waiting for death? It seems that your name as 'Evil God' is nothing more than that!!!

Lu Lingqiu, do you know what happened to the six hidden gates nine thousand years ago after the three months of your death?"

"Bloodbath. You know? Bloodbath!!!"

"A few women who claimed to be the 'Holy Envoys of Jinghua Palace' were bloodbathed!!!"

"The Six Saints were hit hard, and the descendants and elders of the Hidden Sect were assassinated one after another!!! These holy envoys of the Jinghua Palace kept saying 'avenge the Flower God',

I want to know who this ‘Flower God’ could be besides Na Lin Teak?!!!”

"Lu Lingqiu, I don't know why you survived when you were already a candle in the wind, and why you can appear in front of me today nine thousand years later!

But what I can be sure of is that Jinghua Palace is inseparable from you!!!"

Ye Shu's sneer echoed in his ears:

"Now, if you don't show some real skills, then this shikigami method will directly turn you into fly ash under the meteorite!"

Listening to Ye Shu's aggressive words, Lu Lingqiu was stunned on the spot.

The falling trajectories of countless stars seemed to slow down in his eyes.

Goddess of Flowers - Lin Yuemu,

She is dead?

Sister Yuzuki, who only has fragments of memory left,

Leaving in her mouth,

Actually, farewell?

Lu Lingqiu's mind was buzzing, and countless voices seemed to be exploding!

"how so……

How could this be possible...

Don’t do this… don’t do this!!!”

He ignored the dizziness and pain and frantically used all his consciousness to forcefully explore the forbidden memories!

"ah--!!!!"

The splitting headache that followed made his body tremble violently.

Sweat mixed with more blood flowed out from his scarred body like a rain curtain. He didn't want to face that outcome.

That was the ending he was least willing to accept.

According to Ye Shu, nine thousand years ago, after the mysterious three months ended, the "Jinghua Holy Envoy" appeared.

Their purpose is to avenge the "Flower God".

The God of Flowers can only be the only true god in the world - Lin Youmu.

My self, who was destined to die, is still alive;

She was supposed to live forever, but she disappeared.

What happened in those three months?

Except for the memory fragments in his mind,

No one can know.

"How is this possible...how is this possible!!!"

Lu Lingqiu was like a wild beast. He roared and struggled, eager to know the answer, but what was waiting for him was...

It gradually enlarged in sight——

Countless meteorites.

…

My body feels heavy and my head feels dizzy.

There is a noisy whistling sound in my ears,

The master's breath is very close,

Very reassuring.

Half asleep and half awake,

Things from the past appeared in Yan Ye's mind.

——It was a dark and cold abyss.

A huge firebird hovered aimlessly at the bottom of the abyss.

She flies around numbly, without feeling cold or tired.

There is no light, no end, and no hope.

There is endless darkness around him, and the sharp voice of resentful spirits is heard in his ears.

Here is the "endless abyss".

This is where resentful souls gather.

It has been nearly five thousand years since I was exiled here.

What is the concept of five thousand years?

In the law of time, it can turn an oasis into a desert;

You can turn continents into islands and mountain peaks into canyons;

It can also erode the eternal heart into scrap metal and mud.

Numbness is the only feeling in the hot night.

Vision, smell, touch, taste, hearing,

All is gone, all is reduced to nothing,

All that remains is a near-eternal numbness.

Until that day,

She saw a ray of light.

A beam of dark light that is richer than darkness.

That light seems to be looking for something,

Finally, it stopped in front of him.

The first time I met him is still before my eyes.

"May I have your name?"

"Scorching Night."

This is the first time in five thousand years that she has communicated with life.

When I realized this long-lost feeling,

She was a little surprised.

Surprised by what emanates from the human beings in front of me,

It was no less lonely than my own.

Why would a human being be so confused and desperate?

Come to a dead place like the endless abyss to search for memories.

"You don't belong here."
To be continued...