How fresh
Those hypocritical immortals pulled the god they regarded as the supreme god off the altar, plundered his divine domain, robbed his palace, gouged out his immortal bones and kept them under his spiritual veins.
Since the beginning of the world, there have been four creation gods. One has disappeared and has not been seen again for thousands of years. One has exhausted his divine power and died in order to help all living beings in the world. The other has no intention of making noise in the world and transformed his body into a spiritual vein to supply the immortal gate.
And how can the immortals be satisfied with this little spiritual power? Millions of years have passed, and the spiritual veins left by the Creator God have almost dried up. Everyone is pursuing rapid cultivation relying on spiritual veins, and they don't even bother to absorb the little bits and pieces of spiritual power in the world.
So they focused on the last God of Creation, pretending to create a disturbance to get him to come forward. Finally, the gods and immortals took the opportunity to surround him when he relaxed. But even if so many people attacked together, it was difficult to cause harm to him. They roared, screamed, and clamored for him to hand over his life.
The god glanced at everyone with disappointment. Compared to the scarlet color in the eyes of those surrounding him, his eyes were dim, as if he had expected it.
In the end, he peeled off his immortal bones and fell into the clouds. Everyone rushed forward to grab the immortal bones. No one cared about his life or death, and he was allowed to fall into the sea of clouds like a kite with broken strings and disappeared...
About a hundred years have passed
A little girl with her hair parted in a bun picked up a seed the size of a peach under the tree, which glowed with colorful glaze under the sun.
She held it in her hand and played with it, tilting her little head curiously and muttering: "Hey, what is this?"
Intention: Being ungrateful will not end well.
