Capture Creator X1

Xie Yi will often encounter "ancient gods" in the following journeys.These things proliferate very quickly, without any preferences, as long as they can be eaten, the gravel on the star track will also be swallowed.

What Xie Yi saw was eliminated directly, but he still didn't see any behavior against him in them.

For hundreds of millions of years since then, Xieyi will enter intermittent deep sleep due to the consumption of divine power.

Every time I wake up, I have to deal with some big or small troubles, but they are all within the controllable range.In order to prevent irreversible changes in the world while he was asleep, Xieyi divided his power into the star trails. As long as the star trails that allow the planes to grow smoothly are still there, then these worlds can be preserved to the maximum extent.

During this period of time, I have witnessed the prosperity and decline of many planes, the beauty that blooms when everything grows, and the withering silence when the world withers.

Many people praise the Creator, while others hate the Creator.

Xieyi fully accepts the emotions of all planes, he walks on the star track, and is just a passerby in the world.It's just that he occasionally encounters...a person on certain planes.

Like a sporadic light flashing in the dark, it was once broken by the torrent of time before, but finally broke free from the long river of time tenaciously and formed a strong bond.

The man named "A Yan".

The memory of meaning has hundreds of millions of years. For the Creator, perhaps only the collapse of the sky can move him.

And the figure that keeps appearing.

At first Xie Yi didn't remember Ah Yan at all, but during this long time, few people could talk to Xie Yi.

I remember one time Xieyi went to a certain plane that was about to overthrow the world to make corrections. Before he could make a move, he saw a sword shadow that split the sky and cut the sun.

The sword shadow knocked back all the black solidified matter that kept sloping down from the hole in the air back out of the plane.

The swordsman in the white shirt doesn't seem to know how to mend the sky, but he can guarantee that as long as he exists between the sky and the earth, the sky won't collapse.

"Xianjun! Xianjun, leave this world with us!" A group of similarly dressed swordsmen surrounded the man, shouting anxiously.

They are immortals no better than ordinary people. Even if this world is about to be overthrown, they can still break through the world and go to other planes.

The Immortal Emperor and the gods and Buddhas have left, but there are still some immortals and this Immortal Monarch staying here, preventing the world from overthrowing day after day.

But no matter how those immortals urged, that immortal still stood between heaven and earth, facing the buzzing sound in his ears, he only raised the corners of his lips, slightly closed his noble eyebrows, and swung his sword violently at those immortals .

"Get out." A voice as ice-like as jade sounded, which was chilling to the bone.

Those immortals were so frightened that they ran towards the crack in the space, and disappeared after a while.

"I've never been a stray dog...and..."

The fairy looked at the sky and muttered to himself, he has been holding the sword here for 400 years, this world should have been destroyed long ago, but he dragged it to the present.

He always thought for no reason, just wait a little longer, as long as he waited a little longer, he would definitely be able to... turn things around.

As for who will turn it around and how, he doesn't know, he just waits.

He will wait until the sword body is broken, the edge is gone, and the body disappears.

"Crack".

With a soft sound, it was as if someone raised his finger to stop the overturning clock, the gap in the sky no longer widened, the turbulent sea water gradually receded, and the land that had been submerged by sea water slowly emerged, those black substances tearing the sky and the earth apart Just like water that evaporates when heated, it turns into white mist and disperses in an instant.

The cracked sky slowly pulled, healed, and finally it was like a complete jigsaw puzzle, which glued the world together again, stabilized it, and turned it back into a stable world that can once again allow creatures to grow and multiply.

The plane here has returned to the star track, and the stars and moons that maintain this world have also climbed up the sky again, symbolizing the new wind of new life also blowing from the sea, slowly blowing the long black hair of the fairy.

Fine stardust sprinkled in the air, shining brightly on Xianjun's eyebrows and eyes.

He looked up, then slowly raised his hand to put the long sword into its sheath, and walked towards the Creator above the sky.

"Long time no see," the fairy smiled at Jieyi, "Do you want to stay in this world for a few more days?"

Xie Yi listened to what the fairy seemed to be saying very familiarly, but did not answer.

He doesn't have much time, and won't stay in one plane for too long.

But the fairy on the opposite side stretched out his hand towards him. Seeing that Xieyi did not move, the fairy seemed to have remembered something. He took out a silk handkerchief embroidered with silver thread dyed with incense from his sleeve, and covered it on his own. palm.

Xianjun raised his hand again, and a gleam of light fell on the silver-white handkerchief. Xianjun's ice-jade eyes fixedly looked at Xieyi, as if the son of a family wanted to ask the lady to dismount, but he was afraid that she would be abrupt. Wearing a veil, the skin has never touched, so it is not considered abrupt.

Xie Yi looked at the hand in front of him, he knew everything in the world, and understood the reason for this fairy's actions.

But why do you do this to him... a behavior similar to courtship?

Xie Yi blinked slowly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"I've seen you?" Xie Yi said affirmatively.

The fairy on the opposite side slowly raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had received the supreme reward, and nodded towards Xieyi.

"Yes, I am Ayan."

Xieyi didn't stay there that day, nor did he put his hand in Ah Yan's.

He still has missions and responsibilities. Although Xieyi often feels lonely, Xieyi never thinks about who he wants to become attached to.

After Xie Yi left, he would meet A Yan occasionally in the years that followed, and he could see that "A Yan"'s eyes had changed from chasing and admiring at the beginning to an unabashed love in the end.

Why do you like me?

He didn't express his explanation, but the blond and blue-eyed young man named Qin Mijun in this life who stood opposite him laughed as if he understood.

"Is there anything about you that people don't like?"

"...I know that there is a dream maker plane among these countless planes. I will jump there next and try to become a dream maker."

"This way I will have a long time and never forget you again."

The blond young man didn't put a silk handkerchief on his palm this time, he tentatively touched Xieyi's fingertips, but Xieyi didn't withdraw his hand.

"Wait a little longer, I will find you."

Xie Yi was silent for a while, before he finally spoke.

"I never let you come to me."

Qin Mijun smiled so that his brows and eyes curved like crescent moons, and he bowed to Xieyi in a graceful manner.

"Well, I am the one who wants to find you. No matter how many lives I have passed, how many times I have experienced fire and blood, I still want to come to you."

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

No matter what hints I make in my heart, I worship the gods, I am grateful to the gods, I chase the gods just to thank this benefactor of several generations...

all fake.

I just want to hold your fingertips, ruffle your long black hair, hold you in my arms, and listen to your trembling breathing, so that I can understand my desires and desires for many lifetimes.

Qin Mijun raised his eyes and looked at Xieyi without blinking or avoiding. Seeing Xieyi's surprised expression, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Can you see the desire in my heart?

You can see it.

Xie Yi slowly tightened his fingers, and he returned to the Sea of ​​Clouds Seat, looking at the figure that was going up from the bottom plane. As he said before, he found the plane of the dreamer and became a dreamer .

The plane of dreamers in this period has not been the same as that of later generations. The strategy of expelling all visitors from other planes and hiding the plane of dreamers is adopted. As long as they pass the examination, they can become dreamers.

Who made this plane really understaffed, with a high failure rate and death rate?

Xie Yi sat on the seat of God and was continuously sending power to the star trails. He soon felt sleepy and could no longer pay attention to the situation in the lower realm, so he fell asleep on the seat of God.

Maybe the next time he wakes up, that "A Yan" will appear in front of him.

Will he discover the passage to the plane of the Dreamer?

If it goes on like this... When Ah Yan comes to the plane of gods, he may become the only one who becomes a god by relying on his own efforts.

Xieyi curled up on the throne, as if he was still in the egg, and fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

But this time's deep sleep gave the ancient gods lurking everywhere a chance.

Their young brothers always underestimated greed, when Xie Yi distributed his power to the star trails, some ancient gods came up with the idea of ​​the star trails.

Just touching the star trail at the beginning, the ancient god will disappear in thin air.

After years of trying, some ancient gods would throw out a little piece of meat before disappearing into thin air, and other surviving ancient gods swarmed up to devour the little piece of meat that still had their divine power.

Just like human beings have been vaccinated to obtain antibodies, hundreds of millions of years have passed, some ancient gods have obtained bodies that will not collapse even if they devour divine power.

The ancient gods could detect the sight of the Creator, and when the Creator fell asleep again, they went mad, crazily devouring the power on the star track for a limited time, and didn't care about the death of the plane on the star track.

[Live, live, live, live, live...

Back to the seat of the gods, the seat of the gods, the seat of the gods...

I... am the Creator! 】

They may still have a little memory, but those memories only retain the strongest desires from the Creator's time.

When Xie Yi woke up, he saw the scene of the star trail sinking again.

One plane after another, like stars falling from the sky, burning all over, leaving long fire marks in the sky.

Xie Yi immediately input power on the divine seat, trying to pull up the star trail, but suddenly someone hugged him gently from behind.

[I miss you so much, my dear brother. 】

"Pfft", one hand pierced Jieyi's body.

Xie Yi opened his eyes slightly, he raised his hand to shake off the things behind him, and when he turned his head slowly, he saw the ancient god crawling from under the sea of ​​clouds.

The thing that stretched out its arms to hug him was already very human-like in shape. Just looking at the lower half of its face, it was indescribably graceful, but the upper half had densely packed dozens of black eyes.He was frantically licking the divine blood stained on his hands, and his greedy and crooked appearance was crazier than hyenas and jackals.

The moment all the ancient gods saw Xie Yi, they all showed salivating smiles, and that rainy laughter.

A long time ago, they were just pieces of meat with a little power remaining, but their greed for power, desire for the identity of the creator, and their desire to monopolize the throne made them unable to give up their desire to ascend to the sky even if they turned into pieces of meat.

The ancient gods spread densely and climbed above the white sea of ​​clouds, like snakes crawling out of a hole in the ground.

Come on, the battle of the gods in ancient times is not over yet.

All universes, all planes, can only have one Creator.

Jieyi understood everything in an instant, he didn't say a word to the collection of desires in front of him, but drew his weapon from the throne.

The Creator is a gentle and benevolent god. He creates a new world, walks between planes, holds up the star trails, but hides his own body, and does not need people's praise.

But for Xieyi, tenderness is not his qualifier.

He has the right to be gentle with whom.

Boiling screams sounded again in the ears of the Creator. His face was calm, and the wounds on his body healed slowly, but he slowly exerted force with the back of his hand holding the long scythe, aiming the cold front of the weapon at his "brothers and sisters".

The ancient gods don't know how to record time, but Xieyi is anxious to wipe out all the ancient gods like bee swarms above the sea of ​​clouds.

Blood as thick as crude oil covered the sea of ​​clouds, and huge corpses were piled on top of the sea of ​​clouds layer by layer. The fierce ancient gods couldn't hurt Xie Yi in the slightest, but they never stopped attacking.

The snake-like ancient god hovering on the star trail in the distance entangled the plane with his tail, and slammed towards Xieyi like a shooting star!

Sorrows like waves, the provocation and ridicule of the ancient gods... The boiling hostility mixed with the dirty blood made Xie Yi dizzy for a while.

His vision was blurred, and the corpses of ancient gods that were scattered all over the mountains and plains disappeared, but turned into corpses from other planes.

They howled, cursed, and begged.

【Benevolent Creator, why did you condemn? 】

[What are we guilty of? 】

【Please forgive me, please forgive me——】

Jieyi's ears were filled with the voice that made him almost out of breath. He looked away, but no matter where he looked, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood from the plane he ruled.

The most red, Xie Yi looked down at the wound on the chest and abdomen that had not healed for a long time, suddenly raised his hand and inserted it into his own wound, the sound of sticky blood and the sound of pulling the flesh and blood from the wound sounded, Xie Yi pulled out a piece of articulate sliced ​​meat.

It has been hidden in Xieyi's body, silently polluting Xieyi's divine power.

Who let...their little brother actually have a heart as soft as a creature from the lower world?

The more abundant the emotion, the weaker it is, and the weaker it is, the easier it is to be confused.

Xie Yi crushed the flesh on his hand, and the wound on his body healed quickly, but the sight in front of his eyes and the sound he heard in his ears remained unchanged.

all fake.

Xie Yi closed his eyes, and waved his sickle. Above this sea of ​​clouds, no low-level creatures could come up, so everything he saw and everything he heard was false.

But Xie Yi couldn't swing the sickle in his hand. He scolded himself for being weak, and every time he raised the knife, it was like slaughtering a plane.

Those old people who walked between the planes and leaned on crutches, those children who ran on the long street and laughed with a small windmill, those girls who looked at the rouge and hairpins in front of the stalls, those high-spirited youths who returned home on horseback , all died by his sword.

This Creator, who was still very young throughout the history of the gods, knew how to create, but never gave death.

Xie Yi had a cold face, and the sickle in his hand was swung faster and faster, and the surrounding ancient gods fell one by one, and the divine power swallowed by them returned to Xie Yi, polluting the will of the gods.

But the understanding still didn't stop.

"...the premonition of death has not come, I will not die here, or become like you."

Jieyi's sickle chopped off an ancient god with a height of more than a thousand meters, and the opponent's thick body fell heavily on the sea of ​​clouds. The cross-section of the hole flowed out like a flood, and red blue waves flowed out along the edge of the sea of ​​clouds. fall down.

I will protect the seat of God, I will make these ancient gods no longer have the freedom to climb the sea of ​​clouds, I will protect all worlds, so... Am I a qualified creator?

Jieyi panted softly, he looked at the finally quiet space in front of him, no ancient god appeared again.

The sound of small footsteps sounded from a distance, and when he turned his head in relief, he saw... there was an "ancient god" alive in the sea of ​​clouds.

The "ancient god" was still the appearance of a human being in Xieyi's hallucination, and ran towards Xieyi with a smile.

Xie Yi closed his eyes slightly, and the next moment he stepped heavily on the shoulder of the "ancient god", pushed him to the ground, and raised the sickle shining with cold light high.

"...Damn it." Xie Yi heard himself say.

Xie Yi swung down violently, and warm red blood splashed all over his body.

Xie Yi dazedly sniffed the smell in the air that was different from the old god's stench, and slowly raised his hand to touch the blood splattered on his cheek, which had a temperature different from that of the ancient god's blood.

As if someone tore off the veil that bound Xie Yi's eyes, he finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The surroundings are full of corpses of ancient gods, and what he killed before was not wrong.

But... Xie Yi looked down at the blond young man under his feet. The man's neck and body were only slightly glued together. The man's forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he was in extreme pain. However, he found that Xie Yi's sanity seemed to have recovered , and smiled at him.

"do not be afraid."

"I won't die."

It's Ah Yan.

Xie Yi squatted down as if he was losing temperature, and raised his hand to caress Ah Yan's neck. He watched Ah Yan's wound heal in an instant, then he stood up and stepped into the corpse of the ancient god.

The young Creator rummaged through one by one, his hands were covered with blood, he could use divine power to sift through, but he was afraid that he would make a mistake.

Until Ah Yan raised his hand and hugged Xie Yi tightly in his arms, repeating lightly and urgently in Xie Yi's ear.

"There's no one else, just me, and I'm the only one going up the ladder."

"You didn't kill anyone by mistake."

"So, stop crying."

The Creator never shed tears. He didn't know that when regret, pain, and self-punishment filled his heart, he would cry.

Ah Yan looked at the Creator standing in front of him, it turned out that he...is so small.

Ah Yan wiped his hands, feet, head and face for Xieyi, then turned his head and threw the bodies of the ancient gods one after another into the darkness. He is a newborn god, a strong man who has broken through the laws of countless planes and ascended to the sky all the way. By.

After going through these years, Ah Yan finally has the qualifications to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xie Yi, but who knows that when he came to the Sea of ​​Clouds God's Seat, what he saw was the picture of Xie Yi being tortured by the ancient god.

Damn, damn, damn...

Ah Yan suppressed the fury in his heart, cleaned up the sea of ​​clouds, and then walked up to Xie Yi with a smile on his face, carefully holding his hand.

"Have you seen it all? No, not a single one, those are hallucinations."

Xie Yi raised his hand and gently stroked the back of Ah Yan's neck, where there was a sharp scar, which was left by him.

"Ayan."

Xieyi called Ah Yan's name for the first time, and the blond god laughed like a child.

He held Xie Yi's hand and pressed it gently on his cheek.

"Yes, I am A Yan, the sun sets and the moon has not risen, and I am also the flame that burns everything."

"In accordance with the promise I made to you in the past, I have traveled across time and mountains and seas to come to see you."

"As I have said every time I have prayed to you."

"I want to be your lover."

The day Ah Yan met Jieyi on the Sea of ​​Clouds God's Seat was the happiest day in his life, but every day after that, he fell into a long cold night.

Xieyi used a lot of divine power to repair the star tracks and planes, and the Dreamer plane also obeyed the Creator's instructions and frantically carried out the task.

The laws of the world have changed.

One, hide the coordinates of the plane of the dreamer, and no creature from any plane is allowed to set foot there.

Two, kill the remaining ancient gods.

three……

"Have you decided?"

A Yan looked at Xieyi who had stood up from the throne. Xieyi had been steadily delivering divine power on the throne all these years, but he had no more energy left.

The instinct of the gods urged Xieyi to fall asleep as soon as possible to restore the power of his prime, but he couldn't.

Therefore, the understanding has weakened.

The dirty divine power of the ancient god still affects Xieyi, and he still has auditory hallucinations and hallucinations from time to time. Only when he empties himself and continuously reduces past memories and emotions, Xieyi can recover for a moment of clarity.

But going on like this won't work. How can a god who is only an empty shell have the qualifications to be a creator?

Xie Yi looked at Ah Yan who was by his side, as if he finally understood the reason of all this.

In his first life, he gave Ah Yan the name by accident, and in every subsequent life of Ah Yan, he entered it by accident, but how can there be so many "accidents" in this world?

The only future that the Creator cannot foresee is the future of the next Creator.

"Maybe when I met you at that time, I decided that I would hand over this throne and burden to you."

Xie Yi held A Yan's hand, and they stood in front of the throne. The weak Creator felt that today was his last moment of sobriety.

Ah Yan frowned and refused.

"I came here only for you, not for the seat of God."

"I am willing to give all my strength for you, not to replace you."

Ah Yan looked up at the stars in the sky, as if seeing something disgusting.

"I have no mercy, and these planes can perceive. They are children who grow up under your watch, and when you stop watching them, they don't even want to grow up."

"I can give you my flesh and bones, all my strength, but I can't be you."

Ah Yan lowered her head and kissed Xie Yidanfen's lips. During these long years, Ah Yan taught Xie Yi how to be a "lover" bit by bit.

Who knew that the omniscient Creator was a blank slate in this regard?

Ayan thanked the original god who gave birth to Xieyi for preserving the innocence of the last creator.

If Xie Yi was a very experienced deity, Ah Yan thought he would have no chance.The dark thoughts that fill his entire body will be seen through at a glance, and he will never have a chance to get closer to explaining his thoughts.

During the years of tossing and turning in the low plane, Ah Yan's character changed from being gentle at the beginning to being paranoid later. He hid it well, but he clearly remembered every past life.

Human greed, he tried to solve it to the extreme, and dark and treacherous thoughts grew in his heart.

He thought of countless ways day and night, how to keep Xie Yi by his side.

Of course, he knew that as long as he went to the Sea of ​​Clouds, it was the best way to break through the laws of the plane and become a god, but what if he failed?

If he fails, he will never see Jieyi again.

What a cruel fate, if he was tired and wanted to stop, he would never see Jieyi again; he frantically chased and searched, but once the breakthrough failed, he still could not see Jieyi.

When he wanted to give up, that indistinct figure would appear again. He was like a dead man in the desert chasing a mirage, running desperately.

Meaning is his water, his light, his paradise on earth.

So he can't be the creator, and he would rather let Xieyi survive than the world overturning.

The evil thoughts in his body controlled his every move, but Ah Yan felt that it was right at the moment.

In front of the throne, Xie Yi sat up slowly from under Ah Yan, raised his hand to straighten Ah Yan's messy temple hair, and a gentle smile bloomed on the corner of his lips.

"But for me, today might be the last day."

Ah Yan injected his divine power into Jieyi's body in an instant, but it was like injecting an empty shell.

The soul of understanding is curled up, as if curled up in an egg, as if it will never wake up again.

For tens of thousands of years since then, Ah Yan has been accompanying Xie Yi who has lost all memory and emotion. He can feel that the dirty power in Xie Yi's body has been slowly purified. When the divine power is completely purified, Xie Yi should be able to wake up .

But the Creator may be too tired, even if he was purified by divine power, he still couldn't wake up.

A Yan hated this world, but after Xie Yi lost consciousness, she sat on the throne of God to maintain the balance of all planes, and urged the plane of the dreamer to complete the task.

He just didn't want Xie Yi to be sad when he woke up.

But these are the worlds where the Creator watched the birth and growth, because after the Creator stopped paying attention to the world, all the worlds became baby planes that no longer grew up.

Everything that should have grown with growth stagnated in those planes.

Only the plane of the dreamer still has the power to understand the mind, which can play a part of the role of evolution, and the other worlds don't even move at all.

damn world.

A Yan looked at those planes who were unwilling to grow up no matter what.

Occasionally, I would see that the originally purposeless, ignorant and uninformed Jieyi would subconsciously touch the seat of the gods and input their own divine power.

Ah Yan often loses his temper.

But he couldn't bear to scold and explain his meaning.

Xieyi who forgot everything and lost all emotions was so pitiful and cute, Ah Yan, who was deeply caught in the filter, couldn't bear to move Xieyi's finger.

Even if he occasionally speaks obscenely to the pure and innocent Xie Yi, Ah Yan will suddenly feel a strong sense of guilt in his heart.

Originally, even if Xie Yi fell into a deep sleep for a long time, Ah Yan would not care, he would continue to wait.

However, sitting on the throne of God instead of Jieyi, using the godhead of a non-creator, and conveying divine power in a transcendent posture is something beyond Ah Yan's ability.

A Yan's divine power and body weakened rapidly over the long years, but he didn't care.

He accompanied him every day until he fell asleep, and then came to the seat of God to input power.

Until one night, when Ah Yan turned around, he saw Xie Yi standing behind him.

The white moon wheel rose slowly after realizing his mind, illuminating the darkness of the room.Xie Yi still didn't speak, but he looked at Ah Yan carefully, as if he could see that the tall and strong god in front of him seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Xie Yi slowly turned around and returned to the palace.

From the second day on, Ah Yan found that Xie Yi kept wanting to jump over the sea of ​​clouds and go to the lower world.

"What do you want to do?"

A Yan looked at the solution, the soul in the main body of the creator seemed to be recovering, but the first thing he did when he woke up was to leave here?

...Could it be, do you hate him?

The negative emotions in Ah Yan's heart suddenly surged, but Xie Yi was obediently hugged by Ah Yan, and did not continue the behavior just now.

But every day from now on, as long as Ah Yan doesn't watch him for a while, Xie Yi will run to the edge of the sea of ​​clouds.

Every time I go there, the activity of the soul in Xieyi's body will increase, and Ah Yan has been puzzled from the beginning to acceptance later.

"Is it true that you can truly wake up and get back all the emotions and memories you have abandoned in the past only if you go down to the realm?"

Xie Yi sat in Ah Yan's arms, playing with Ah Yan's bright blond hair. He never responded to Ah Yan. This time, after hearing Ah Yan's question, Xie Yi kicked his feet and responded with an inexplicable "um" .

Recently, Xieyi recovered like a young child, and Ah Yan couldn't tell whether it was responding to him, or talking unconsciously.

No matter what Xie Yi wants to do, Ah Yan agrees.

But this does not include letting Xie Yi leave here.

【Too dangerous. /I'll ​​watch him.

There are unknown risks. / Is there still unknown for the gods?

will hurt. /impossible.

Let the mind come back to perform the duties of the Creator, and he will die. /The meaning is not me, he is the natural creator, it was just an accident before.

You mean for responsibility, he deserves to die? / I didn't make this decision to let him die, I will protect him.

Then what are you for? / for understanding. 】

……

Fire and frost intertwined in Ah Yan's heart. He knew that those negative emotions were affecting him, and those negative emotions kept blaming him. He had to protect Xie Yi, keep Xie Yi here, and let Xie Yi see only him. .

It doesn't matter if you never wake up again.

The solution will always be his.

But there is no "forever".

Ah Yan turned his head to look at the throne in the palace, as long as he continued to channel divine power and maintain the world, he might die on the throne.

[Then don't pay any more power for these things. 】

The devil in his heart whispered softly, but Ah Yan let out a long sigh.

Only the world of Ah Yan and Jie Yi is the world Ah Yan longs for, but it is not the world that Jie Yi loves.

Compared to myself... compared to myself...

A Yan caressed Xie Yi's cheek, and the wide sleeves wrapped Xie Yi in his arms. A Yan lowered his head, and finally compromised and pressed a kiss on the forehead of the Creator.

"Follow your will."

Afterwards, Ah Yan divided the negative body, Manzhu, who obstructed his plan.

Xieyi fell into the plane of the dreamer and became the new dreamer.

When Ah Yan was rescuing certain planes, he accidentally pulled out the planes he had been in in the past. In the turbulence of time and space, these planes were affected by his will, and his previous life also had more or less The change.

These changes all turned into possessiveness and joy that could no longer be restrained when they ushered in the solution.

【Please stay】

【If you stayed back then, I wouldn't have to wait for this long time】

【Will you make up for me, make up for my past loss of your miserable life】

【Will you...will you love me】

On the seat of the sea of ​​clouds, Ah Yan looked up and watched a ladder touch the sea of ​​clouds with a loud bang.

People on the dreamer plane may not be able to forget the scene they saw that day in this lifetime.

The 36 white stone pillars that were originally used as the teaching buildings of the college suddenly rose from the ground, and one after another, they were suspended upwards in a step-like shape, extending straight to a high place that cannot be seen by human eyes.

A figure stood on the stone pillar at the bottom, walking up step by step like ordinary people walking up the stairs.

The students who were engaged in the battle of the gods in the Dream Maker Academy all stared dumbfounded at the stone pillar, which was like a... stairway leading to the Kingdom of God.

Lou Sheng stared blankly at the scene in front of him, as if he saw something clearly suddenly, he roared loudly.

"I won, I won! Give me the reward! Make that stop!!! Give me back the meaning—"

But no matter how hoarse Lou Sheng was, Xie Yi acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and walked away firmly towards the light.

The power belonging to the Creator on the stone pillar poured into his body, driving the divine power that had been dormant in Xie Yi's body.

These divine powers are so clear that they spread to every corner of the universe like the morning sun.

The stardust danced in various planes, and the stagnant smoke clouds of all planes were blown away by a breeze.

The kamikaze blows again, and the gods return to their place.

Xie Yi stood on the sea of ​​clouds, he looked at the familiar scenery in front of him, the planes that were already running orderly on the star track, and then strode towards the palace.

He lifted the heavy veils and saw the divine seat behind the veils.

The blond god had lost a lot of weight, but his beauty remained intact.

He looked up at Xie Yi, with a gentle smile blooming on the corner of his mouth.

"My beloved Creator, please forgive my selfishness."

Xie Yi walked to Ah Yan's side, and sat on Ah Yan's lap, nestling in his arms, just like when he was insane.

"What selfishness do you have?" Xie Yi asked softly.

"I knew that you were going to the plane of my previous life, but I never stopped you."

"Because I want to monopolize your entire life, I want to be your brother, your friend, your true love, and the most important thing in your life."

"I want to get the answer, am I reflected in your eyes?"

A Yan lowered his head and stroked Jie Yi's soft cheek, and the young Creator gave him an affirmative answer.

"I like you, I only look at you, I only... love you."

The Sea of ​​Clouds welcomed back the old master, and the long journey of the two gods finally met here and ended.

The low voices of the gods were faintly heard from the sky above the throne.

"By the way, during the years when my soul was sleeping, you didn't say this or that to me."

"...I can't help it. After all, isn't it normal for a lover to do these things? If you come back later, I might die. When I think about it, I can't stand it."

"A little later? How late is it?"

"In another two to three hundred million years..."

Ah Yan smiled and pulled down the curtain on the throne, he probably wouldn't die either.

Even if he dies, he will crawl out of the abyss and rush to the Creator's side again.

But fortunately, he gave his all and successfully...captured the Creator x1.

Thank you for your hospitality. ^_^