Countries are fighting, and the fate of mankind is falling apart. The God of Limitation sheds three drops of tears. The first drop is grief for the imbalance of order; the second drop is despair for war, tearing, distortion of human nature, and ugliness; and the third drop is anger for the death of Cresia.
The root of all suffering is failure.
The death of the moral god Cressia is the last knife that tears apart the mask of society. Several major gods have their own hidden agendas, and they all try to devour the God of Limitation.
"Where is Lu Zhiheng?" The woman on the throne asked.
"He was scattered into the mortal world." The man kneeling on one knee said in a low voice. Crow Feather's eyelashes lowered, covering his blue pupils.
"Find him out and tell me. I won't allow any mistakes." The woman lifted up her long chestnut hair and opened her red lips slightly.
"Yes."
(Different world)
Purpose: human civilization