For a long time, she thought:
"I am a chess piece created by God himself, so I should have godhood. I have seen God create all things and understand the mysteries within. Perhaps, I can create a new world."
"Yes! I can! All it takes is a mustard seed space! I'll go find it!" She said, and was about to leave, but He called her back.
He said, "If you are willing, you can. As the Son of Creation, you are indeed qualified. But you must understand that when you become the Creator God, your Father God will not let you go."
Her father God is her creator, the fallen evil god.
"I understand. Thank you for the reminder, Your Majesty." She leaned over and bowed.
When she looked up again, she suddenly saw a small glowing ball emitting divine pressure appearing in the void in front of her.
She had a vague guess in her heart, and her tone was a little excited: "What is this?"
"Mustard seed space." He said.
"Give it to me? Why?" she asked in surprise.
"We gods gradually abandon our distractions and become immortals, ultimately gaining the opportunity to create the world. However, we cannot completely eliminate evil... Gods must be impartial and selfless, without desire or emotion. Therefore, we have two sides: one for God and one for evil."
He spoke slowly, his voice gradually becoming distant:
"Gods seek blessings for all, while evil brings disaster to the world through murder and destruction. The world is vast and boundless, like the sun and moon in a jar. It may progress, maintain equilibrium, or decline... But you are different."
"Different? Because I was born without any romantic feelings, so I won't have any distracting thoughts or evil thoughts?" She vaguely understood what he meant.
She is different from them. There is no evil intrusion. The world she created will no longer have stagnation or decline, but will prosper and progress all the way.
The world in her hands will grow at a terrifying speed until one day it reaches a point where it can fight against the fallen evil god.
"Alas..." He did not answer, but instead let out a long sigh.
"Another world, withered..."
Shen Wuyou's eyes tightened when he heard this: "How much time do I have left?"
"Ten thousand years, a thousand years, perhaps even less," He said, "Go with peace of mind. Let go of your obsession, and become God in the void. I and the other gods will certainly erase all traces of you."
"Thank you, senior."
She bowed again, then asked, "Since Senior had this intention long ago, why did you..."
"I need some time to improve my world." He said bluntly, his voice so distant that it seemed to come from another time and space.
Shen Wuyou was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled unconsciously: "Senior is still a senior after all, I respectfully bid you farewell."
He helped her awaken her godhood, but her world was not yet complete, and now she was just a demigod.
Before leaving, she went to the fairyland to say goodbye to them.
They are extremely talented, and in just five hundred years, they have leaped from earthly immortals to supreme immortals.
Yan Qingli looked at her quietly for a long time, and finally sighed: "Why are you doing this..."
She insisted, "I want to save him and hide him in my world."
"I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for you to be like this." Yan Qingli thought, she has obviously become a god, if she forgets him, she will have a bright future.
However, it was only a moment, and she shook her head gently and sent her away: "Forget it, go. Mo'er is still in seclusion. I will talk to her when she comes out."
Bai Yumo had abandoned all emotions. Five hundred years ago, after the great war, she was so grief-stricken that she committed suicide beside his grave. When the Bai family found her, she was already dying, no longer conscious.
The Bai family was in turmoil, and they lavishly spent a century of their foundation, countless elixirs, and magical treasures from heaven and earth, nurturing her for ten years before finally rescuing her. From then on, she seemed like a completely different person.
She endured the pain and cut off the root of love. After ten days and ten nights of agony, her black hair turned white and she was reborn.
She practiced the ruthless way, and everything went smoothly for her from then on.
During this retreat, there is a hint of a breakthrough.
It was just fate that a terrestrial immortal ascended from the fairyland recently. He called himself Lan Qing.
......
After five hundred years, she came to this unforgettable place again.
The Underworld Monument, he died here so that she could live.
She sighed silently, then stretched out her hand, and bright red blood spread along the regular runes. This time, she did not make any moves, and the door to the underworld was finally opened.
The two realms of yin and yang cannot intersect; this is the law of nature.
So, after nine heavenly thunders, she dragged her heavy body, gritted her teeth and persevered, step by step, into the underworld.
Behind her, wherever she walked, blood flowed, winding into a long, beautiful blood-red scar. In this empty and gloomy hellish road, scorching and enchanting red spider lilies bloomed...
There are ghost messengers in the underworld.
But, how can a mere ghost messenger or underworld general resist the creator god with a demigod body?
They retreated step by step, surrounding her in terror, but were forced to retreat step by step by her terrifying momentum...
"A faint divine breath. Your Majesty is a new god. I wonder why you, Lord God, have entered my underworld?"
Suddenly, a clear voice was heard. Although it was not majestic, it was still sonorous.
Shen Wuyou looked in the direction of the sound and saw a majestic and solemn crimson figure flying over, escorted by a group of underworld soldiers.
"I'm looking for Hades." She didn't know who the visitor was, but seeing that she was wearing the official uniform of the underworld, she knew that this was not Hades.
The visitor was none other than Judge Bo, the highest judge in the underworld, who was in charge of the judges' court and the ten ghost messengers.
She first examined it seriously, then took a few steps forward, bowed respectfully and said:
"Please don't blame me, Your Majesty. I must know the important matter before I can introduce you to Your Majesty."
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