Where Did My Red Mandarin Duck Bellyband Go?

[Ancient God Realm｜1v1｜Both directions｜The female protagonist who is passionate but has no color and is timid x the male protagonist who is dull and mute] The gods of Kunlun Ruins are in charge of disasters and fortunes, and control the wheel of fate, thinking that everything is determined by the gods. But if the seeds fall into the hands of mortals, they are no longer the seeds of gods. People cultivate the harvest and share it with their neighbors; they dig mountains and build bridges with blueprints, which are passed on from generation to generation; they catch fire and do not offer it to shrines, but only warm the cold nights, and the light of the fire is passed on from generation to generation. Beyond the sea, there are gods high in the mountains. They establish their power through fear, live by kneeling and worship, and gallop through war. Fire hangs high in the sky, storms demand sacrifices, victory is soaked in blood. They are afraid that mortals will know the truth, and if they know it, they will no longer kneel down and worship. God's two paths intersect on the earth. The gods of Kunlun were annihilated and exiled, their names gradually disappeared, but their legacy took root in the world. The gods on the other side are better than war, but they are no match for the whispers of the children in the temple: What else can the gods do except fight with thunder and lightning? The gods once came to earth to save the world, and it lasted for hundreds of years. It is in these hundred years that the world has slowly stood up. Not relying on God's blessing. This is probably the best destination for the gods to return to oblivion.