Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Mo Lie looked at those heavenly beings.

They lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Mo Lie.

Because they knew very well that what they had to do next was to kill the person they once valued most.

"Sorry, sir."

A Tiandao raised his head and looked at Mo Lie, his eyes full of guilt and uneasiness.

The other heavenly beings also raised their heads and looked at him, each one of them enveloped in sadness.

"It's okay, I will walk out of those temples."

Having said this, Mo Lie seemed to remember something again.

"But you should be apologizing for every time you kill me in the future."

The gods drew out their long swords.

They formed a circle with Mo Lie as the center.

Everyone raised their swords, and the sword tips pointed at Mo Lie.

This is the highest respect they can pay.

"Let's do it, but the war will not end here."

As soon as the words fell, the long swords of the Heavenly Daoists came out one after another.

Dozens of long swords flew towards Mo Lie.

Those long swords easily pierced Mo Lie's body and killed him.

Mo Lie watched all this indifferently.

He could feel the pain, but the pain was nothing to him.

He had experienced far more pain than this.

Moreover, he knew very well that he would be reborn in a temple somewhere in the world.

Then, he will start looking for Chutian.

The heavenly beings will hunt him down and clear out those temples at the same time.

This is a chase, a game of cat and mouse.

…

After killing Mo Lie, all the Heavenly Dao stood there for a while, closed their eyes, and paid silent tribute to the man who was once the most respected by them.

After that, they all flew away from here.

And when Chutian arrived here, all that was left was a desert.

There was nothing left, Mo Lie's body had long since turned into a pile of ashes and drifted away.

All he could see was a spot on the ground that seemed to be burned by flames, and nothing else.

Chu Tian looked at all this and fell into confusion again.

When the light pierced the sky, he vaguely seemed to feel some voice calling to him.

But when he came here, the voice disappeared.

Maybe, it's all just an illusion.

…

Jun Lin was sitting on the armchair, with a huge black picture in front of him.

Next to him was the artifact, the Creation Eye.

The Creation Eye is like a projector, playing everything that just happened for King's Landing.

He saw the heavenly beings killing Mo Lie, and also heard the conversation between the God of Creation and Mo Lie.

There is also the scene where Tian Dao sacrificed his life just to complete Mo Lie's reason for talking to the God of Creation.

If it were before, Junlin might feel sad, intolerable or heartbroken.

But now, Junlin seems to have lost those feelings.

The only feeling he felt was helplessness.

I feel deeply helpless for this world controlled by the Creator God.

In order to break all this, he sacrificed almost everything.

Tens of millions of years of struggle have not only tempered his fighting spirit, but also tortured his fighting spirit.

He had felt despair countless times, felt that the goal was out of reach, and felt that the God of Creation was so powerful.

And when victory is closer, this feeling becomes stronger.

Just like now, Junlin just felt exhausted.

He asked himself over and over again, deep in his heart.

Is all this really worth it?