Chapter 920 Dad, Come Home
"The First God?" Hanchuan sat high up in the hall, looking at the gods nonchalantly.
"His mission is to create the world. Once His creation is successful, He will naturally retire."
"Even the group of gods she personally created have long since perished in the torrent of history."
The gods nodded, "No wonder there are so few people in this world who know about the First God."
"I have read some legends in an ancient book from the spiritual world. Some people say that the first god fell into a deep sleep because she was tired of the mortal world. She is just waiting for God to wake her up. Of course, these are just the imaginations of some scholars and have no basis."
Everyone laughed after hearing this. Who has the ability to awaken the God of Beginning?
At this point, they naturally believed that the original god had already died.
No matter whether it is the Emperor or the First God, death is the best ending.
"The clay figurine casually made by the First God has such great power. If she were still alive, wouldn't she be the master of the world?" Some people even joked with a smile.
However, the God who was holding the book and recording shook his head: "Her mission is to create the world. Once the creation is successful, she can no longer interfere in the affairs of the three realms at will."
"When the small world was formed, it became a self-contained entity with its own operating rules. If you interfere with it at will, even the First God will find it unbearable."
When everyone heard this, they felt less frightened.
They naturally understood what they had done. Hundreds of thousands and millions of lives in the mortal world were about to be reduced to ashes. If the God of the Beginning were still alive...
Everyone's scalp tingled.
The God holding the book whispered, "However, although the First God cannot interfere in the affairs of the Three Realms at will, he has the right to judge the Three Realms."
"The First God has already fallen, so there is no need to think about it any further."
The gods, who had just put their minds at ease, felt relieved again until they heard Hanchuan's words "death".
Hanchuan frowned slightly and tapped the back of the throne with his index finger unconsciously.
Did the first god really die?
A god of such high rank as him actually knows a little about the First God.
When the first god created the world, heaven and earth were divided into three realms, each of which was an independent entity. But ten thousand years after the First God left, a war broke out among the three realms.
That war left the three realms devastated, and most of the gods he left behind died in the war.
Rumor has it that it was the last group of God Guards left behind by the First God who took control of the situation and gradually calmed the fighting.
But the war caused the main forces of the three realms to perish in it. At that time, the Void Beasts took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in. The Divine Guards had the promise of the First God and stepped forward to guard the ancient battlefield.
For tens of thousands of years thereafter, the Three Realms recuperated and slowly regained their former vitality.
However, the few gods who survived the great melee retreated for many years to recuperate, and eventually disappeared between heaven and earth.
The gods have long lifespans, but they are not eternal.
The First God did spend a lot of thought on the Three Realms. The gods were powerful, and the demons were violent and arrogant, and needed to be suppressed by the gods. But it is subject to the weakest mortal incense. The various ethnic groups check and balance each other.
That war caused the demise of gods and the mass replacement of blood in the mortal world.
Hanchuan had a faint smile on his lips. Whether it was the First God or the Emperor, death was the best ending.
The mayfly that is born in the morning and dies in the evening eventually has the power to shake the heaven and earth.
"Gods, please help me open the void and find the fire of life." Hanchuan stood up and walked in front.
Immortal Master Yan Qing followed closely behind, half a step behind. He walked out of the palace door and looked around. Seeing that Ah Man didn't come over, I breathed a sigh of relief.
For the last time.
He only helped Hanchuan for the last time.
The three realms were in chaos, and he could only try his best to protect the realm of gods and the realm of demons.
He looked towards the mortal world, with a hint of pity in his eyes.
Now that things have progressed to this point, we can only put the mortal world at a disadvantage and make the three realms complete.
He thought privately that the two worlds of demons and monsters were murderous and brutal. If the world of gods was abandoned, there would be no one to suppress the demons, and the spiritual world and the mortal world would still be living in dire straits.
Preserving the divine world and abandoning the mortal world is the outcome with the least loss.
Immortal Master Yan Qing turned his head away, unwilling to see or listen to the prayers and insults from the mortal world.
Three days later, there will be no more mortal world.
Ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust, and everything will return to peace. Time will smooth out everything, and after tens of thousands of years, the turbid air will dissipate and the world will be reborn again.
Outside the palace gate, the little divine servant quickly followed and pulled at the corner of Immortal Yan Qing's clothes.
"My Immortal Lord, Fairy A'man from your house just came to look for you."
With just one sentence, Yan Qing's expression changed: "Does she know that I am in the palace?"
The god servant smiled and said, "I found a reason to send him away. But Fairy Ah Man left a message, saying that if she sees you, she will ask you to go home quickly."
Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, and then Han Chuan's voice came from the front: "Yan Qing, return to your position quickly."
At the beginning, he gave Yan Qing a treasure. If he activated it every day, the soul of the reincarnated disciple would become weaker and weaker. The location of the life fire is easier to find out, and now the time has come.
Yan Qing pursed her lips, touched her arms, and found that the sound transmission stone was glowing.
He left many treasures to Ah Man, but Ah Man never contacted him.
At this moment, Yan Qing's eyes lit up slightly, and he heard a clear voice from the sound transmission stone: "Dad, let's go home."
Dad, come home.
Yan Qing's hands trembled, Ah Man, call him daddy.
Tell him to go home.
Yan Qing looked in the direction of the cave, then took a step forward and went to find his daughter.
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