The Dust God Looks up to Linyuan

I was an unknown writer in the world. I spent countless late nights and wrote tens of thousands of words about love and hate, but I never thought that one day I would travel through time and become the most insignificant ray of dust in the world of gods. There is a strict hierarchy here, with a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority. There is a supreme god who sits in the nine heavens and controls the order of eternity. All living beings are ants. And I, with no priesthood, no bloodline, and no incense, live in the most dilapidated corner of the God Realm, and my soul will be wiped away by Heaven as redundant at any time. I just wanted to live this life quietly, but at the God-conferment Ceremony held once every ten thousand years, I saw from a distance the eternally ruthless God Linyuan, who overlooked all sentient beings. He is the sky above the nine heavens, and I am the dust within the dust. There is an eternal class barrier between us, a chasm carved by heaven. I know that this heartbeat has been the original sin from the beginning, and it is destined to look up to hopelessness. But I never expected that the Supreme God, who has been cold and ruthless for hundreds of millions of years and treats all living beings as nothing, would secretly protect me, a speck of dust, at the end of the sea of ​​clouds that no one can see. Love between superior and inferior is prohibited in the divine world, and all sentient beings regard me as a wishful thinking. He has thousands of miles of divine territory, but he cannot own me openly. This is a look up from the dust, and it is also a forbidden love that crosses classes and goes against nature. I use the softest love in the world to cover up the coldest god in all eternity. Purpose: True love can transcend classes and barriers; a humble body has dignity, and soft love can melt the ice of eternity. Destiny never fails the brave heart.