This is a story about being with God. In this story, God loved the world first.

In the divine kingdom above the sea of thousands of pillars of clouds, Chen Yi holds the power of the gods.

He is the king of faith and the Lord of salvation among his people.

The saint who is still forgiven over the stake.

A god who has tasted all the sufferings of the world and has a beast in his chest.

The two beliefs and two roads hesitated, and the spirit of embarking on the journey of return.

And the last living saint in the world - Saint Vina Cana. At the beginning of this history, she had not learned how to love.

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The ancient holy capital drowned in the pale rain, and the vast sentient beings ravaged by the curse of the dead!

All the times of despair, all the times of decadent.

A god descended on the judgment,

And the other god embarked on the road of salvation.

Everything, everything,

Only the salvation of the soul has long been entrusted to the Lord.

[The article is relatively slow. After writing the first big plot in Chapter 62, I hope to see it there.]

In a prehistoric era when everything in the world has no name.

God has come.

God created life, reason, light...

He separated the darkness and brought life from the underwater cradle to the ground.

He gave language to the apes to get them out of the category of walking beasts.

He chose the first prophet in the world, the latter who led the history of the whole civilization, and the descendants of the prophets would establish a great country in the future.

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In the later golden age, the world left God and went to the world.

People forget a lot and let history be buried by time.

However, life is a return.

People will eventually recall,

In this story, God loved the world first.

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Creation flow, civilization deduction flow, behind-the-scenes flow

Year 312 of the Great Yu Dynasty.

The Demonic Sect rose in revolt, the Eastern Bureau was annihilated, the Lin faction collapsed.

That year, chaos swept the land—

The martial world surged with danger, and the dynasty teetered on the brink.

At the heart of it all—

Was the mysterious death of the Demonic Sect’s Saintess.

“This case is closed. You’re no longer a suspect.”

After yet another round of questioning, Chen Yi returned home and opened the door.

The Saintess of the Demonic Sect—who should’ve been dead—

Was curled up on his bed, trembling.

“Master…”

She called out to Chen Yi.

Once his mortal enemy in a past life,

Now—his concubine in this one.

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The Empress Dowager, ruling from behind the throne.

The pure and untainted Saintess of the Demonic Sect.

The one-armed swordmaster ranked ninth in the world.

The divine woman of Mount Taihua who had cast off all emotion.

The chivalrous, tender-hearted master of the Spring-Autumn Sword Sect…

They were all surrounded by bloodshed and schemes.

They were all once his enemies.

All of them had once wanted him dead.

So now—

They’ve all been brought to their knees,

Swallowing their pride and bearing their shame.