A new world was born on the boundless sea. The gods from the outside world sang manic songs, polluted and frantic, and passed by and infected the world. The creations in the world are intoxicated with songs. The idea of overturning the world and becoming a god is constantly overflowing and filling.
The unrecorded sefirah came into existence.
This power that should not exist in the world gave these first creations the capital to kill the world.
The world is dead...
Since then, there have been gods in the world. They have received the heritage of the world, mastered the original essence, and claim to be the founders of the world.
What about the unknown sefirah?
Who knows. ——Unknown recorder
"Hey, Chuhui, what do you think?"
He seemed a little absent-minded and said in an erratic voice, "Yeah, who knows."
"What a pretense." Chenxing smacked his lips.
