Prologue
"What is the emotion you honor?"
"God's affection, God's great love..."
The answer was in his ears, but he was confused...
"What about you? What do you think of emotions?"
"It's you..."
He also got the answer, but he understood it clearly, and smiled with understanding. He stepped back step by step, their eyes intertwined with each other, lingering and ambiguous...
He thought this was the beginning of hope, but it turned out to be...
"Emperor Qi Tian, you lose..."
The moment he finished speaking, there was a self-destructive palm in the palm of his hand, splashing with blood-red waves, and blooming all over the place.