Three hundred years ago, Sharo planted the seeds of destruction.
Three hundred years later, the river is still the boundary between Longyang and Yingying. The gods have not collapsed, the elves live in seclusion, the human kingdom is rich and powerful, the demons hide in the darkness, the undead are still immortal, and the beasts are becoming more cruel and bloodthirsty.
In the light He gives birth to darkness.
Time, power, what can destroy everything. Some people embrace absolute power, but they can only stand and watch.
A voice said in his heart:
"You are always like this. The more I want it, the more you destroy it."
Time flies, and now he looks up and sees what he sees——
A young man reached out to him
The elf carried the wind and shuttled through the forest, looking at him with green eyes.
The girl took off her armor and sang softly
The power from the other side came riding a dragon, but it was to save
In the darkness, someone tried to reverse the situation and took the initiative to find the king on the chess board.
"The creatures there never respected me as a god."
"Because you will not be punished. Your faults, your failures, and your sins will always be borne by others."
"The so-called 'amnesty' means that you are special, you have talents, you are neither good nor evil, you only symbolize balance."
"I added a bet to the game, just to see if your so-called truth actually exists."
I am God, so what is above me?
——Everything rushed towards him at the moment he rescued the Dragon Son.