Salvation, Cultivation, Prenatal Transmigration, Cultivation System
"There is no god in the world. Since the war a thousand years ago, all the gods have died. Isn't this something everyone knows?"
The companion was holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, sitting on a branch with his legs crossed, and looking at the girl under the tree with doubtful eyes.
The girl raised her head with firm eyes, "No, there is a god in the world."
God, is beside me.
