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He began to become taciturn, even ignoring the river that he used to love most, often sitting there quietly lost in thought...

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Chapter 244 Untitled Chapter: The Finale

He began to become taciturn, even ignoring the river that he used to love most, often sitting there quietly lost in thought...

No one knows what he is thinking. Environment shapes a person's character. He was originally a genius with innate full soul power, but a sudden disaster made him silent and apathetic, and he became completely decadent.

Until he could no longer resist the temptation, the unusual conversation completely opened up his heart.

“Child, leave here and come with me. I will grant you revenge and let you do whatever you want, but the price you will pay will be ten or twenty times that amount. Your name will be enshrined on the pillar of shame for ten thousand years. Are you willing?”

The boy raised his head upon hearing this, his eyes filled with indifference. How familiar that look was; everyone had experienced and felt it.

"it is good."

Later, he learned what the old man's price was.

That is to become an evil spirit master!

At first, he refused, thinking it was wrong, but that was all. He became deeply fascinated by the pleasure and the powerful feeling that made everyone tremble when he personally stepped on the head of his enemy!

Sure enough, his name, background, and even his ancestors for eighteen generations were all dug up. People cursed him, spit on him, nailed him to the pillar of shame, and insulted him, saying that he was a heartless person and that he was not worthy of being called a human being.

He was furious. Why? Why did they stand by coldly, offering no help, when he held his parents' corpses? If there were justice in the world, he wouldn't have fallen to this state! He wouldn't have become a universally despised evil spirit master!

They forced him to do everything!

He began to feel disillusioned with life, and would occasionally slaughter several villages to vent his anger. What started as unease later turned into a thrill, and eventually he became extremely numb.

He grew from a lowly evil spirit master into one capable of threatening the continent! He had his own organization and his own family.

And so he slowly developed until the old man died, and he successfully succeeded the old man to his position. He began to expand rapidly, and at his peak, he even occupied one-third of the continent!

He once boasted that he would bathe the entire world in the light of the Holy Spirit, and feel the evil cells within your body. Wow, you'll find that feeling is wonderful!

awesome!

That period was later known as the Dark Ages. No one could stop him. In the end, the surviving Soul Masters spontaneously formed groups to fight against the Holy Spirit Cult!

And so, three or five years was nothing. It wasn't until the young man died that the shadow that had shrouded the continent was completely lifted. No one knew what a wonderful young man he had been, how gentle and refined he was, and how understanding he was.

No one can remember that he came and went quietly, like a leaf.

As his soul travels through the river of time, he is humiliated, insulted, and oppressed by those he once hurt. Only then does he realize how vast the world is and how simple it is to reincarnate.

Looking back, he realized the enormity of his actions and felt remorseful, but there was no way to undo what had happened.

The road lies ahead; can he be obsessed, arrogant, and in control of life, death, and destiny?

He began to resent it again, wondering why, why God had to make his life like this!

Before he could figure it out, a giant hand grabbed his soul. Instantly, a series of distorted spatial forces tore through the void, and a huge hand appeared out of nowhere, grabbing him like a fish.

But he wasn't as agile as a fish, and waves of excruciating pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

But when he saw that face clearly, his heart was deeply shaken. A long-lost feeling welled up in his heart, as if a wanderer had found his way home. He was no longer confused and lost, but instead felt a sense of familiarity!

"Are you resentful?"

An aura of unparalleled holiness emanated from within, accompanying the god's movements, rendering the former youth unable to move.

“It’s normal to have grievances. Everyone has their own grievances. Compared to others, they have indeed caused you endless confusion. But this is the fate you must experience. I will arrange your next rebirth, so that you can experience what hypocrisy is and what worship is… Go, when I see you again, you will have your own understanding.”

Having said that, the giant hand surged forth, its boundless divine power carrying the mysterious forces of life, death, and reincarnation, wrapping around the boy's body and flowing into the river of time. The giant hand then became utterly illusory once more, as if it had never been there at all.

The boy tried hard to open his mouth and speak, but all he could do was struggle more and more fiercely!

He wanted to say, "Why? Why should you dictate my fate? I refuse to accept this! I'm not having it!"

But such resentment is commonplace over time.

Yes, everyone is unwilling to accept this. Some people are born into wealth, some are born with extraordinary talents and abilities, while some are born without even a martial spirit, or even a useless martial spirit... Why?

I also want to say, why should I?

Tears of pity for all things appeared on Guan Yu's face, and they were also tears of pity for himself...

Just like the God King said, "Why are you superior to me, the God King? Why do you rule over all the gods? Why do you wield more power than me?"

What gives you the right to control the fate of all things in the world?

Yes! He also wanted to ask himself, why am I still alive?

If it weren't for that mysterious power, would he have left long ago? Or should he continue to stay in the cycle of reincarnation? If he were to continue staying in the cycle of reincarnation, could he pray to the gods not to erase his memories of his past life, which were his most precious possessions?

Ironically, in his opinion, the most ridiculous thing was begging from God.

He paused to reflect and then withdrew.

At this moment, the god who controlled life and death and reincarnation actually showed a devout smile like a child.

Choose between this life or the previous life.

Choosing to transform all things to benefit all beings?

Or should one choose to remain in this ridiculous, despised position of reincarnation?

He was lost in thought, and faced with the white-robed old man's slightly mocking expression, he felt bewildered.

He knew that even if he became this true god, the price he would have to pay would be enormous.

He didn't want to be bound, didn't want anyone to point out his path; he wanted to find a path that, in his view, was absolutely right for millions of people!

In an instant, the black and white divine power in his hand intertwined wildly, tearing the void apart.

"I am the true god! If you want me to submit, then you'd better let me taste the cycle of reincarnation first!! Hahahaha!" His handsome face was distorted with malice, and the demonic sword in his hand broke into pieces, bursting out with demonic red flames, trying to burn him and the old man to ashes.

Upon sensing the overwhelming and terrifying aura, the old man's originally kind face instantly turned extremely gloomy, and he even showed a hint of panic.

Miscalculation... In that incredibly violent divine power, he and the old man both fell into the river of time, turning into their last bit of nourishment and merging into the waters of time.

If only there were no such thing as erasing memories... at least he could protect what was most important to him.

memory……