In the ninth heaven, it was the time when Lord Xihe drove his car back to the west. The haze in the clouds was as red as burning fire, and spread evenly, exaggerating the dazzling splendor of the palace.
A bustling palace is different from other places. An old man with white hair sat proudly high in the main hall, with several children sitting around him, laughing and clamoring for the old man to tell stories. The old man couldn't bear the boy's begging, and he smiled lightly: "Okay."
The children all cheered loudly, and the old man waved his hand: "I have been in the position of commander for tens of thousands of years, and I have written many weird fortunes. Every time I predict the ending, I always feel a little regretful and boring. I think that in these tens of millions of years, the only thing that worries me the most is the fate of the two gods in the west."
The children sitting here held their breath and listened carefully. They must know that the destiny of the gods is determined by themselves, and they never allow others to interfere. Therefore, many romantic anecdotes are most likely to be spread, which can make the well-informed Lord Si Ming remember it. The sudden turn of the plot is particularly fascinating.
The Lord Shen pondered for a moment, and after a while, his deep voice spread out.
"Let's look at tens of millions of years ago..."