[The artifact spirit refined while sleeping in the lower world × The flower of evil that crawls out from the pile of dead people]
[Copywriting 1]
After hearing the title "Flower of Evil" for a long time, Zhao Xinjian got used to it.
She walked steadily step by step, climbing upwards, for fear that if she was not careful, she would be doomed.
She has seen too many people bending their backs for their own interests and even turning against the powerful.
But Shen Qu is an exception.
A young boy who traveled across the ocean and claimed to be an immortal from far away, was always against her, and wanted to tell her what she could and couldn't do.
A ripple finally arose in my already numb heart, and I was going back and forth with this Master Shen, refusing to give in to each other.
As time passed, he felt a little different when he was with her.
"Although Mr. Zhao kills people without blinking an eye, he is a good person at heart."
Shen Qu smiled and exposed her, but she avoided talking about it.
Who can understand Zhao Xinjian's bitterness?
In this world of cannibalism, there is no room for a Bodhisattva's heart; if the other party does not die, the person who will die will be himself.
Then do you deserve to die? She doesn't know.
Later, the country was destroyed, and the hard work disappeared in a snap.
Sitting slumped in the ruins, she witnessed with her own eyes Shen Qu's ascension and the arrival of the gods, who came to judge her for the sins of her life.
Only then did Zhao Xinjian realize that it was all lies and all the struggles were in vain...
She cried and laughed, hating herself for being naive and soft-hearted, and hating the God who was above and had nothing to do with her:
"Does God love the world? Is he merciful?"
"I am also a human being, and I have experienced suffering! Why, why haven't you shown any mercy to me?!"
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The Divine Comedy travels around the world, looking down on the rise and fall of dynasties and the changes of dynasties.
He was originally the spirit of a divine weapon in the heavens. He came down to earth just to complete the training set by the Divine Creation Stone so that he could ascend to the status of a demigod as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, due to bad luck, something went wrong with the Divine Creation Stone, causing the Divine Comedy to come a hundred years early. For unknown reasons, his divine power was scattered and he fell into silence...
After dozens of setbacks, Shen Qu, the divine comedic incarnation of the fairy mountain alchemist, finally saw the so-called key to refinement:
Zhao Xinjian, an eunuch raised a daughter, killed his father to seize power, and had countless lives in his hands.
Once you stand there, you will be like a flower of evil blooming in the sea of blood among the mountains of corpses.
At first, he planned to kill her directly, but he encountered the helplessness and pain hidden by her several times.
"Master Shen, if you don't kill someone, you will be killed by him. Then do you think this person... Deserves to die?" Zhao Xinjian asked him in return.
Shen Qu was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
He moved his unchanging compassion and left her alive: he couldn't help but get close to her, understand her, and even wanted to understand her.
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"If I can... I also want to fight for her!"
[Copywriting 2]
Just like Zhao Xinjian struggled to walk alone in the first half of his life, the long years of Divine Comedy were uneventful, but there was no end either——
It doesn't matter that he is famous all over the court, Zhao Xinjian clings to power and wants to use the mountains of corpses and seas of blood to build his reputation.
"Only when I am alive can I truly be alive!"
A flower of evil struggling to survive, just trying to survive, what's wrong...
"She is the key to training, and she is a sinful villain who will not be spared."
Shen Qu, who transformed into an alchemist from the Immortal Mountain, has never forgotten his mission when he went down to the lower realm: the spirit of the artifact has endured hardships, his hands can eliminate evil spirits, and bless the common people.
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On the day of the strange phenomenon in the sky, the gods appeared and mortals came to worship him. He also ascended and returned to his place in front of everyone.
There was another figure, with tears in his blood, pointing to the sky and smiling, "I am also one of these thousands. Everyone in the world knows that the gods love the world, why haven't they shown mercy to me?!"
Intention: Love is eternal and great
