There has been a severe drought in Cangwu for three years, and the land has been bare for thousands of miles.
All the people knelt under the altar, kowtowed and wept their blood, begging God for mercy.
Ah Xu, a young man from the deserted ruins, refused to kneel down.
Carrying a rusty iron spear, he climbed to the top of Cangshan Mountain alone, where he saw the legendary benevolent god at the place where the sea of clouds rolled.
Wearing white clothes with wide sleeves, he sat upright on the jade platform, with an everlasting smile on his lips.
But there was no compassion in those eyes, only Qianfan's indifference.
Axu faced the wind and broke the silence on the top of the clouds word by word:
"You're fake compassion."
This is the first time in thousands of years that someone has dared to expose Siming's mask.
He is the writer born from the way of heaven. He controls the river of life, determines life and death, and treats all living beings in the three realms as chess pieces. He has no selfish motives.
And Ah Xu is a variable that has never appeared in the fate river - no fate, no fixed number, and a natural loophole in the way of heaven.
He has written a destiny of death, but He insists on saving it; He has made a decree, but He insists on breaking it.
From the deserted village in the human world to the Forgotten River in the ethereal capital, from under the Nantian Gate to the front of the Mingxing Platform.
The two of them went against fate all the way, uncovering the shady curtain of the sect, killing the cannibal mountain god, sweeping away hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers, and breaking the rules of the sky.
On the destiny star platform in the ninth heaven, the ancient god raised his hand to tear up the innate destiny book, and carved his name with a pen as a blade.
"From today onwards, there will be no more commanding gods."
"My name is Bai Ci."
The way of heaven feeds on the misery of all living beings, and destiny is nothing but a cage for feeding.
Then the river of life was burned, the star platform was smashed, and the nine-layered false sky was overthrown.
From now on, there will be no definite destiny in the three realms. The destiny of the ages will be written by you and me together.
Qing Leng madly criticizes the ancient god attack × The rebellious young man suffers
Qiangqiang｜Fateful confrontation｜High energy throughout｜7 points passionate and 3 points passionate
Intention: Destiny is not determined by God, but written by oneself