Ling Qingheng×Ling Yue
Qingheng's warmth × Yue's tenacity
My name is Ling Yue. I am not an ordinary person. I am the Emperor Ling entrusted by the Lord of the Moon. He descended from the Nine Heavens and is in charge of the fate of the Ling Kingdom.
There are no real relatives of mine in this world. The so-called father, brother, and mother are all illusions of gods. My brother Ling Qingheng can hear my heart, the woman Hua Yuemian can observe my movements, and the man Ling Zhe silently obeys the orders of heaven. They and all living beings in the Ling Kingdom are all gods under the command of the Moon God. They each have special abilities, but they are not blood relatives.
Pei Anguo and Lingguo belong to two different camps.
Emperor Pei'an also came from the heaven to take charge of the power of the sun. Under his rule, the small countries were scattered and separated from the other countries in our Ling country, and they did not belong to each other.
All living beings in the two countries are actually gods in the sky, each carrying magical powers and stationed in the human world.
Back then, when the war was going on, I thought it was an innocent disaster, and separation and separation were accidental.
It wasn't until the messages in the wind and the eyes on the shoulders gradually formed outlines that we realized that there are two invisible hands in the world, arranging the script of day and night.
Heaven's rules can determine the fortunes and misfortunes of a country, and it can determine its rise and fall, but it cannot be predicted that I, the messenger of the moon god, will have undue thoughts about the "god" who holds the destiny.
Therefore, they tried every means to obstruct it.
When the pretense is broken and the voice of "Shentian" comes again, I realize the true meaning of this tempering - the fire of war and injustice are not intended to destroy me, but to make me grow split bones in the mud;
Hiding my identity in the cloud is not for surveillance. I am afraid that my divine nature will prematurely ejaculate and scatter my deep roots in the human world.
(First edition)
Intention: The dusty mind will destroy the delusion, and the god will protect the buds
