When the Sentinel Falls, He Automatically Obtains the Title of Lost Dog.

There is only one profession that cannot be left vacant in all the worlds - Sentinel. He died. As a result, everyone became a lost dog. . Li Ang traveled through a thousand years and cultivated to the point of becoming a god. He just wanted to go home and eat dumplings. But the sentinel fell, and the earth's coordinates were lost forever, turning into dust as it ran wildly at 800 kilometers per second in the universe. All teleportation arrays exploded, and cross-dimensional communications were interrupted. The last trace of coordinate mapping allowed hundreds of millions of travelers to hear the voice of their hometown - Li Ang's mother said: "The dumplings are cold." A thousand years of waiting, in exchange for four words: I can't go back. Without sentries, there is no way home. All the worlds have become a bigger prison. Since I can't go back, let me die in this prison. By sacrificing a world, there is a one in a billion chance of restarting time and space. If one is not enough, there will be ten. If ten is not enough, there will be all the heavens and worlds. Li Ang held the blood-stained sword, and behind him were hundreds of millions of equally crazy bereaved dogs. They slaughtered gods, destroyed worlds, and shattered stars just for the chance of returning home. Even if there is only one eternal star left in the void, we must let those who come after us know: There were once people here who desperately wanted to go home. The sentinel is dead. You and I are both lost dogs. And the roar of the bereaved dog will resound throughout the heavens.