Sacrifice to the Galaxy

Gods, demons, Buddhas, and humans, the four realms coexist. The human world is a mote of dust floating below the three realms, a humble soil overlooked by the gods. "They are insignificant, but who stipulates that being insignificant means that you should be willing to crawl?" Above the meeting in the God Realm, the golden and jade steps reflected the flames in the young man's eyes. He faced the majestic Father God sitting on the throne, and his voice shook the palace - he was the most unruly Red Dragon Prince in the God Realm, and his red gold dragon armor scorched the light of the heavens. "Since I persisted in my obsession, I was demoted to the human world and lived through ninety-nine and eighty-one calamities. If I don't wake up after the calamity, I will never be a god." Father God's voice was as cold as eternal ice. When the young man heard this, his fingertips clenched tightly, but he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry." The crisp sound of the armor falling to the ground shattered the silence in the palace, and the light of red gold scales splashed all over the stairs. He turned around and stepped towards the reincarnation platform. His back was as lonely as a broken blade. Only the wetness in the corners of his eyes disappeared into the clouds. "I'll go with him." A clear female voice broke through the dead silence. It was the young master of the Phoenix clan. The skirt of her skirt was trailing with fire, and she knocked away the immortal attendant who was blocking her. "Do you know that if you take this step, you will lose your Phoenix bloodline forever." The clan elder's words were filled with regret. The girl raised her eyes, her eyes filled with burning passion: "What I want is never blood, but walking the path of destiny with him." As the clothes rolled around, the light of flowing fire and broken armor fell into the mist of the human world together. Above the clouds, the white-haired old man looked at the afterglow of the Reincarnation Platform. The lines calculated by his fingertips hid half of the destiny that no one could decipher. Everything begins...