They Say I Am the Lord God

Ling Chen, the crown prince of the Jin Dynasty, had been gentle, courteous and thrifty for sixteen years, and in exchange for the crown ceremony, his relatives jointly offered sacrifices that night. The queen took off the mask of warmth and personally handed the young brother who had been serving tea for ten years to pieces his smile. The locking sky formation drained out the purple energy, and he turned into ashes in front of his loved ones. The national destiny of the Jin Dynasty reached its peak in three hundred years, the mountains and rivers boiled, and the people rejoiced. And then—it was gone. The national destiny dried up overnight, and the dynasty building collapsed. The emperor knelt in the ruins and screamed: "Who are you?!" Above the sky, an eternal cold voice fell lightly: "They were right. The one you killed was that god." At this time, in the small courtyard of the East City of Imperial City, a man in white clothes named Chen was sitting under the apricot tree drinking tea. He put down his cup and smiled. "God? That's what they say. Anyway, I don't want to keep this interface anymore."