My lover is trapped in the snow of the North.
The moment Tengpan disappeared, I knew that she was dead.
I have tried to save her thousands of times in my heart, but I can't stop her from going to her world.
God loves the world.
I am not a god. I inherited Tengpan, but I do not have the ability to see the future. I came from a wealthy hometown to this difficult and troubled world. I have never met them, and there is nothing I can do.
I'm not God, I can't help everyone.
I can't see a future here, but I can at least try my best.
This is not the human world, this is Abi Hell.
No one can avoid death, no one is not afraid of death.
But it had to be this way.
Tengpan will never reappear. This is my promise and my curse.
Knowledge, strength, and longevity, this is all Tengpan has given me, and it is also the source of disaster.
I questioned the decision made by myself and the two envoys several times.
We give knowledge, power, and longevity to others, hoping that these blood descendants who have the same clan mother as me seventy-three thousand years ago can suppress the chaos.
It's me who thinks highly of myself, and it's me who fosters the same kind of ambition.
Someone is eating away at my power little by little.
They are eyeing the world on the other side of the Tengpan, and I will never allow them to pass through the Tengpan to my hometown.
Thirty thousand years ago, her ancestors accidentally connected the two worlds through the Tengpan, and her bloodline began to multiply here.
Only my death can close this plate.
Only my death can dispel this pervasive ambition.
Here, it will be reborn and move towards the richness and strength it deserves.
Purpose: People's instinct should be to sympathize with similar people.