The words in the poem are filled with nostalgia for the past: "When we first met."

Du Ze reached out and pressed his earphones, and said seriously with the same tone and expression as in his memory: "I want to see you become a god."

[What is your purpose?]

In the distant past, the lich questioned the black-haired young man who showed kindness to him, and the black-haired young man's answer could only be described as absurd.

【I want to see you become a god.】

It's very absurd, but it has become an undoubted reality.

Thinking of that scene, Xiu narrowed his eyes and smiled tenderly, his eyes full of doting.

"good."

The blond-haired, blue-eyed young man took a step forward, just like he always did, no matter how much hardship he endured, he would still walk forward with a firm step. Du Ze watched Xiu walk up to the throne from behind, his eyes unblinking, watching the man's figure walking towards the glory with almost greed.

——See how the young cultivator awakens his bloodline, takes revenge, and finally embarks on the journey to conquer the throne of God.

His heart was beating hollowly in his chest. Du Ze pressed his painful chest, a smile appeared on his lips, but tears fell.

Goodbye, Xiu, goodbye.

Xiu's fingers touched the colorless godhead. In an instant, a dim light bloomed in the circular hall, and finally it was absorbed and gradually gathered into Xiu's body. The light flowed in Xiu's eyes. It was impossible to describe the power he had at this moment. If Xiu wanted, he could even destroy the world at any time. Supreme power brought supreme rights. In the chaotic continent where the strong are supreme, no creature can disobey Xiu's master. Xiu showed a satisfied smile. The most important thing was that he could be with Du Ze forever.

Ding bells——

A soft sound came from behind, and the supreme god of this world turned around.

"...Du Ze?"

Behind him, there was nothing but a ring lying there quietly.