Honghuang: It Is Better to Ask God Than to Ask Me

Liches fought to the death, and the wilderness collapsed. The dead silence of the dark world pours into the fragmented universe, and the sky is opened thousands of miles wide. Mortals are lingering in the dark wind and gray shadows, and they can only place their last hope on the clay statues of gods. Until a ball of "survival fire spirit" burned from the bones and blood of mortals kicked the altar to pieces. "Open your eyes and look, everything is leaking today! They can't even protect themselves, how can they protect you?" "Please ask God instead of me!" There is no memory of the great power of the past life, no lingering shadow of the innate treasure. His fire is only fueled by the twisting energy of a mortal struggling in the mud; His path was forcibly forged in the wild way of ordinary people drilling wood to make fire and tying ropes to remember things. When the dark world handed over "eternal and painless static death", he insisted on using his hot vitality to wake up these kneeling mortals. Now that the old gods are dead, it's up to me to reignite the Great Desolation!