The four emperors selected the last orphans from the four destroyed tribes of gods and adopted them separately, and the one he adopted was the son of the dragon tribe who was extremely untamed no matter how he was raised.
At the first glance, the hatred and madness in the eyes of that young boy who was just a child made him feel that if he were this child, he would definitely become the practitioner of their ultimate goal.
He watched him grow up, watched him become stronger and stronger, and smiled tenderly at his increasingly cold eyes.
Liancheng:
I am the God of Origin, I am the Emperor of the God Realm. Ridicule and insult can never stop me. Compared with all living things in the God Realm, my love for you is nothing more than a grain of sand.
I don't need love, Amu, and neither do you.
I don't need anyone's understanding or support.
I taught you everything, but I never taught you what love and hate are.
If I had no use, he wouldn't take me in.
The hatred that his family was killed and that his family was destroyed surged in his heart.
He hates the gods, including the one in front of him who is known as one of the strongest gods of origin.
Even though Liancheng always taught him gently, even though Emperor Yan's eyes were always chasing him.
He was unscrupulous.
Until he accomplished what his heart had always wanted to do.
Until he finally saw the person's original appearance.
Beautiful and powerful, it can burn everything in just one breath.
However, there was no trace of him in his gorgeous red eyes.
Mu Qingxiao:
It turns out that I have been looking up to you and chasing you, but in the end, you were just beyond my reach, and I lost you before my eyes.