Xuanyuan Night, standing on the top of the mountain, seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth. His eyes penetrated the layers of clouds and mist, staring at the purple thunder and lightning that continued to surge and became more and more spectacular.
"If the price of becoming a god is losing you," he murmured in a low voice, his voice was soft but it contained unwavering strength, "then I would never become a god."
Intention: Move forward bravely and welcome new life