Extra: Shangli

On the day when Shang Li was conferred as a god, the light filled the entire ninth heaven.

But it is not an auspicious light, but a bloody light that represents misfortune and disaster.

The World of the Gods is the most advanced main plane among all the minor planes. The conditions for becoming a god are very stringent. People who have not lived in the world for many years have ascended to become gods.

The gods were excited at the same time and worried at the same time, and they came to the God Conferring Platform together.

There was a turbulent situation on the Conferring God Stage, as if a big hole had been torn open in the sky, and the pressure of the law of heaven surged down, with a strong sense of oppression, which was daunting.

In the rich blood light, someone could be vaguely seen appearing on the God Conferring Stage, and then the light began to gradually retreat away from him.

The young man was wearing rags and linen clothes, his hair was disheveled, and he seemed to be exhausted. He was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a sword in his other hand to support himself on the ground.

The blood dyed the corners of his clothes red, and he slowly raised his head. His calm and calm eyes were extremely bright and golden.

At first glance, this master is not someone to be trifled with. He has countless murderous sins on his body.

The gods covered their mouths in fear. No one dared to look at him. Just when they thought that Heaven would designate this god of death——

Tiandao's instructions went around in circles for a few times, and finally he seemed to be reluctantly written down.

[Shangli, titled Guangming, ranks as the main god.]

Suddenly the entire world of gods exploded.

They don't understand why a new god gets such high treatment.

But Tiandao concealed the reason.

The newly-confessed Lord God actually sneered after hearing Tiandao's instructions, then stood up, picked up his sword, and went to the Nine Heavens Palace without looking back.

Later, when they thought about it carefully, that was the most embarrassing time they had seen Shang Li, and it was also the only time they saw him in the next hundreds of years.

Letting his reputation circulate in the world of gods, Shang Li didn't care at all. He just sat high in the ninth level of the sky, watching the sun rise and set in the world, the clouds rolling and relaxing, and the sea turning into mulberry fields in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps because his sense of existence was too low, gradually the gods stopped talking about him, and later the ascended gods did not know his name.

So when he went down to the next world, the gods were stunned for a while before they remembered who he was.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

Shangli's sword pointed at the sky, breaking through the cycle of reincarnation, and gained this only chance.

Every encounter is a trace of marriage that travels through the gaps in time and space and follows the guidance of the soul.

Heaven is harsh on him, sealing up his memory and approaching based on instinct alone. If he makes a mistake, everything will be lost.

For Shang Li, every separation is the next restart.

But for the fragments, every separation means never seeing each other again.

When the fragments return to their true form, even the cold Lord God will feel the pain that pierces his soul.

But he never regretted it.

After the end of the world of the Queen, the hairpin given to Rong Yuan returned to Shang Li's hands.

The beautiful god lowered his eyes in silence, with a hint of warmth in the golden color. He pursed his lips, then raised his hand and pulled out the hairpin on his head.

All her jet black hair is spread down, hanging down on her shoulders, setting off her fair and beautiful collarbones, making her delicate and beautiful.

He used the ordinary wooden hairpin to tie up his hair again.

The gods are still gods, cool and elegant, high in the ninth heaven.

However, they will meet again and again in the small world.

Until eternity.
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