Lin Mo looked up,
Sitting on the throne at the end of the palace was a man.
His presence made the stars in the entire palace look dim.
Her hair is as white as snow, and a long river of time flows between her strands. Each strand reflects scenes from different time and space.
His eyes are like abyss, the left eye is the spark when chaos first emerged, and the right eye is the ruins when the universe ends.
The knuckles are like jade, and the inscriptions of three thousand worlds are floating on the surface of the bones. A slight move will affect the laws of all worlds.
He did not deliberately release the pressure, but Lin Mo still felt his soul trembling, as if an ant was looking up to the sky and instinctively wanted to kneel down.
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He saw that with a tap of his fingertips, the broken stars reunited as before.
He saw him walking in the long river of time, plucking the strings of fate at will.
He saw that his back was lonely and eternal, as if he had already seen the rise and fall of all worlds.
He wanted to... Follow him.
Not for strength, not for longevity.
But because——
There was a loneliness deeper than the stars in his eyes.
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Later, in ten days and nine places, and three thousand reincarnations, he gradually saw that he had become flesh and blood, full of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, vivid and vivid. As a result, his heart also became confused...
