God? What is God? It turns out that becoming a God is that simple.

But why do those who are God no longer care about what they have lost always make people want to cry?

If you can remember what you forget, it is just a temporary paralysis.

If you have completely indifferent to that feeling, what is this? A hopeless addiction? Or you lie in the grave in advance.

Feelings are a kind of burden, which is deeper than desire.

But if there is no love, will the initial persistence still make sense?

The deity inherits reason, so he is hoped for transcendence, just like the forgotten, legends and demigods are always more likely to appear. They are indifferent to each other and can always persist in the boring journey for longer. Any strong in the name of emotion and desire will eventually become slack and hatred after obtaining the final satisfaction. But strong does not require excuses or desires to promote them - this is the heart of the strong.

But what does the deity actually have? He has everything, maybe, is.

I inherited my obsession, in order to repay the feeling that was indebted, I was portrayed as the individual closest to my own self. But really, just to simply repay the feelings, or what I once thought, to transcend through that belief? The belief dominated by reason may be stronger than simple reason, maybe...

Why, the further I go, the more confused I am. What exactly does he want me to do? Or, just want to leave a glimmer of hope for a perfect ending that will hardly appear...

The last one left is afraid that in the eyes of the Lord, he is just a dross in his eyes. He has never shown his glory before, and even has to bet on everything in the end, fighting for the hope that it is completely impossible for him to turn.

At least I feel that it is impossible for him to be his turn.

But why, I actually feel that he, who has nothing, is only richer than the original?

Will a beggar be richer than an emperor? In the relationship, it seems that some stories have told me that I can do it. But the dominant reason tells me that this cannot be.

I finally understood what the inherited attachment is. It was a trace of doubt that cannot be erased at the last moment of transformation from man to God, and the doubt that God should not have...

Hesitation is poison. But I drink poison to quench my thirst, and I am willing to accept it...

............

When will the purple space, the statue of the god that originally belonged to Chiyou fall down?

Instead, is the towering figure standing.

That was a handsome and perfect god. It was more perfect than the innate god, just like the one worshipped in the sword's heart-washing space every day.

Chu Xiang floating in this purple space has become the core of this cave and even the prototype of this world.

The ultimate warrior is to create the world of fortune. The world is a beautiful expectation, without any precedents.

But those who stop in the world of creation may not be unable to become gods. For warriors, being stubborn in the personal world of creation is the mortal enemy of becoming gods; rules instead mean shortcuts, a shortcut to compromise and admit defeat.

Chi You is a warrior, a god of war, not a god of war. There is no god of war in this world.

He was once the first among warriors and the first to perfect the existence of his own world. He was once believed by all warriors to be able to create a world and set foot in the ultimate martial arts that predecessors dreamed of.

But he eventually had no world of creation, but he eventually became a god.

He compromised and was a traitor in the martial arts world, so he was defeated, which was not a battle.

The greater the hope it bears, the greater the loss it brings when it betrays people. No one can still conquer a world in the higher plane after being disconnected from the utmost, unless he has half the power of his own heyday, but Chiyou was obviously far behind at that time.

However, he lost most of the support of the warriors, but he still retained the respect and eternal worship of his clan members.

For a promise, he let go of all his hopes and his past efforts...

If outsiders don't understand, people who are connected with blood will understand...

A large amount of faith power, through the purification of the individual's own world, becomes a single pure belief that can be absorbed by any rules after losing more than half.

Those beliefs continue to flow into the statues of gods, representing punishment and war sculptures are getting higher and higher, and Chu Xiang, who is at the center of the space, is also getting more and more majestic.

Chu Xiang fell into a deep sleep like Mingyue. But unlike Mingyue who was passively undergoing transformation, he was sorting out the rules he had once controlled, endless rules...

Life, death, time, space, war, peace, luck, desire...

Too many, too many are enough to make people lose themselves.

The reason why immortals are immortal is that they are born with what other legends dream of. When many legends and even demigods are chasing the rules, those few immortals can easily find what they want from memories...

Just need an introduction - or a magical artifact, or a fragment of the divine nature, or a legacy...

Everything comes naturally...

Among the countless rules, Chu Xiang is most familiar with it, because the Heavenly Punishment Sword itself is the condensation of punishment rules, and of course it refers to the original body of the Heavenly Punishment Sword - the Heavenly Punishment, which is to carry out punishment on behalf of the Heavenly Punishment.

In this life, Chu Xiang gained control of the punishment rules through the Heavenly Punishment Sword. However, what surprised him was that the war field inherited from Chiyou was also perfectly integrated by the punishment rules.

Life and death are opposites, and punishment and war are not opposites.

Transformation from man to god.

Transformation, with unknown doubts.

............

“Is it worth it?”

The question that I never minded has become my deepest obstacle.

"worth."

My answer is as persistent as ever, why do I always feel that there is less regret?

"Is it worth it, Chi."

I never thought that one day, I would ask this question.

In that life, I remember that you were my friend, the best friend, just like the monk many, many years ago, until I killed him with my own hands.

I call you Chi because you are ugly and clumsy, and you are different from other tribesmen, especially ugly and stupid.

I did not discriminate against you because at that time, I simply did not understand the word "Chiyou", which was actually used to insult the enemy.

In that life, when I woke up, I finally realized and discovered the "real" intention of the self when I was three points, a sad mission I had never discovered - to return love.

So I made you that excessive request...

My selfishness just doesn't want to become a pawn for others, even if that person is myself.

"worth."

Why do you answer this way, but it is not as determined as I used to be. My worth means abandoning - abandoning love, abandoning love, abandoning everything...

Why is your worth full of passion and excitement?

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't cry because I had long forgotten that feeling.

At that time, we were no longer young, and we understood what Chiyou meant and regained our past...

"Why."

I am calm, but I actually want to sob. Selfishness is also a kind of sadness.

You patted my shoulder, but there was no answer.

Just like the silence I used to face them.

But your silence is just a nature that is not good at speaking. But I am speechless.

"Because you call me Chi."

I understand, you mean, we are brothers...

Is it worth it?

Worth it, for transcendence.

I forced the person who loved me to death again and again, and killed the first confidant in my life without hesitation. Now, I am going to force another biological brother to a dead end. Is it really worth it?

It's worth it, for the love I never care about.

You gave up everything, gave up your life's persistence, and even gave up your next life...

Really, is it worth it?

Is it your greatness or my paleness...

Why can't I forget that scene?

My soul is no longer pure because it is broken and the splicing of segmentation is not incomplete.

I was planning and waiting for the ending that would come at some point...

............

At some point, Chu Xiang, who was floating in the center of the space and received the baptism of faith, had opened his eyes.

Looking at the purple majestic statue in front of you and listening to the warm call of countless people in your ears, Chu Xiang was speechless.

The patrol yakshas woke up from the abyss, and the dead crawled out of the tomb of the earth, and raised their weapons under the battle flag that was fluttering against the wind.

"King! King! King!"

That is the will of the forgotten, that is the persistence of the immortal hero!

"Are you calling me?"

"Yes, it turns out that I am the king, so you didn't mind his sacrifice..."

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To be continued...