Thousands of years ago in the Asura field, he once said to me: "Gods should not have the emotions of mortals... They cannot and should not..."
If you shouldn't, why bother to sacrifice for me?
His voice was deep and deep, carrying the sting of the past, piercing his heart. Every sentence was so clear and profound: "Because I want you to live... Just like before, I have always wanted you to live..."
I smiled bitterly: "How to live?"
His breath gradually became fainter, and he became as pale as paper, with the final nostalgia: "... Like God... Eternal life!"
I did what he said. Today, I am a high God, but I am not qualified for eternal life. I will still die.
Because I can't let him go, I can't cultivate a golden body. And he also forgot, forgot one fact: I am not a heartless god, I am just a demon full of desires.
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