The God of Creation Is My Mother

The water from Falling Star Falls fell from the sky. The sound was so deafening that the entire cliff of Tianshu Peak trembled slightly. Under the cold pool under the waterfall, the water vapor is filled. On the huge rock, a young man in black is meditating cross-legged with his eyes closed, and a silver-gray spear is placed across his knees! His eyes were closed tightly, but his eyebrows were tightly knitted. The veins on his forehead pulsed faintly, and suddenly a scarlet color exploded! In front of us is no longer a waterfall and a cold pool, but the narrow, dark, and suffocating blood pit nine years ago. He Lingyun suddenly covered his mouth, leaned forward violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from between his fingers. The bright red blood splashed on the cold black stone beneath him, and was quickly fainted by the water vapor, leaving behind a few dazzling dark red masses. A gray-white stone pendant jumped out from his clothes! He Lingyun raised his hand and grasped the small stone pendant tightly. His fingertips worked so hard that his joints turned white. Only when the pain in his soul subsided slightly did he slowly let go! "Here we go again..." He Lingyun gasped, his voice hoarse. Every time the inner demons bite back, he holds the pendant left by his mother, as if this can give him invisible power. Every time when cultivation reaches a critical point, the bloody memory fragments from childhood will always appear and wave away, causing the energy in the body to turmoil. This inner demon has already become the biggest obstacle to his cultivation! Bloody Clothes Gate! Boom--! "Uh...!" He Lingyun let out an uncontrollable growl from his throat, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. The cold and hard touch of the rock came through the palm of his hand, and that unforgettable memory turned into extreme hatred and swam crazily in his limbs.