Chapter 148 Tracing the Light

He Qing was not sure whether he, without a physical body, still had the ability to empathize.

  The only thing she was sure of was that when she looked back to hundreds of thousands of years ago, she felt a sense of loneliness.

  "You see, love affairs between men and women are so boring." Su Guang pointed at the insight and said to a god beside him: "Do you love me or not? Do you love him or not? Does he love me or not? Does I love him or not?... Misunderstandings, quarrels, reconciliations, repeating over and over again, wasting life in vain."

  The god ranked sixth responded in a stereotyped way: "Humans are low-level creatures and cannot abandon their seven emotions and six desires."

  Suguang smiled: "Are you saying that I am also a low-level creature?"

  The six mechanical ones shook their heads: "You heard me wrong. I meant that humans are inferior creatures, and you are a god."

  The smile in Suguang's eyes faded a little, and after a moment of silence, he said indifferently: "I was just joking."

  Six said, "God doesn't need jokes. You still have a lot to do. You can't just observe the world with clairvoyance every day."

  Liu left, but Suguang still sat in front of the insight technique, watching the woman in the technique with interest. He turned love into hate and killed another woman.

  He looked very seriously, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if he was in a daze.

  It was at this time that He Qing would begin to feel lonely.

  Although those eleven gods are living creatures, to Su Guang, they are not even as good as the auspicious beasts that can act cute and coquettishly.

  Although they look different and are divided into different genders due to the different responsibilities they undertake, they have no ability to think. They are like a robot with a pre-programmed program that can only rigidly complete the tasks assigned by Heaven.

  God's time always passes very slowly.

  And in these slow years, these eleven, Su Guang's only companions, could not understand his thoughts, nor share his joys and sorrows.

  All the emotions that Su Guang gave out were like hitting a solid high wall and would never get a response.

  He Qing just floated near Su Guang like this. When Su Guang was joking, he would laugh without even knowing whether he was laughing or not. When Su Guang was complaining about people's bad nature, he would agree with his criticism or argue with him. When Su Guang wanted to play a prank, he would give him bad ideas.

  But Suguang's ruby-like eyes became dimmer day by day.

  He Qing is also becoming more and more lonely.

  The stars have moved, time has passed, and He Qing has been accompanying Su Guang unilaterally for an unknown period of time.

  During this period, the eleven ancient gods had more and more free time, and they gradually gathered around the art of insight, and together with Su Guang, they watched the various aspects of human life as if they were watching a movie.

  But they were just watching.

  Even though they didn't understand why those people were happy or sad, they didn't ask questions, they just watched.

  Finally, one day, the Heavenly Dao seemed to realize that there was no need for God to exist anymore, so it summoned the Twelve Gods one by one, and they never appeared again.

  Looking at the meteors falling from afar, He Qing knew that those gods had fallen.

  From one to eleven, every god whose power was taken away and who was forced to fall, all waited to be killed with a composure that was beyond the reach of mortals, maintaining the demeanor of an immortal untainted by the dust of the world.

  How cruel.

  However, when it came to Su Guang, he stood on the high platform and did not face death calmly as God had expected.

  He stared fixedly at the abyss beneath his feet, which was like a sea of ​​hellfire. Rolling and screaming inside were the remaining consciousnesses of the eleven gods before him, twisted and horrifying, reflecting in Su Guang's pupils, making the red even darker.

  "You know what I'm talking about." Su Guang seemed to be talking to the Heavenly Dao. He said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "They are all boring, but you are very interesting. Then, you can play with me."

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  Su Guang broke through the restrictions of heaven and came to the human world. He created a method of practicing with magic energy, created magic beasts that could produce miasma, and named each magic beast with great care.

  There was only himself, still without a name.

  When he was in the realm of gods, he was called Twelve, and when he came to the human world, he was called the Demon God.

  However, although Su Guang left the divine realm, he still maintained his divine nature. Not only did he tear out an independent space with his divine power, he was also forced to continue to listen to the prayers of the world. But without exception, he fulfilled all the wishes.

  As long as it can break the rules of nature, regardless of right or wrong, he will agree to it as long as he hears it.

  This operation, which seemed like revenge and venting, caused Su Guang to constantly suffer the backlash of divine power, but he enjoyed it, enjoying the pleasure of the heaven being helpless against him.

  As for the Way of Heaven, every thousand years a Son of Fortune will be born, who possesses the best qualifications and character, as well as unrivaled fortune and destiny, and more importantly, has absolute faith in the Way of Heaven.

  But unfortunately, as a god who understands human hearts, Suguang can always break the fate of the son of destiny by exploiting the weaknesses of human nature, as long as the son of destiny is human.

  The only time that Tiandao succeeded was when one of the sons of destiny created the Lingxiao Double Sword Technique tens of thousands of years ago.

  Su Guang underestimated the power of love. The two of them experienced all kinds of ups and downs, and finally they strengthened their determination, communicated with each other, and joined forces with the five first-generation leaders of Lingshan. With the blessing of the power of heaven, they deprived Su Guang of his divinity and successfully sealed him.

  He Qing watched helplessly as Su Guang was pressed into the abyss. The northern border, which was so beautiful that it could hardly be considered the "devil's world", was also frozen by Su Guang's last strength.

  Even if it was sealed, he would never allow anyone to easily set foot in this area.

  The breeze once again returned to He Qing, enveloping her, allowing her to finally be by Su Guang's side.

  Su Guang's body was covered inch by inch by solid ice. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the stone wall that was gradually shrinking and no light could penetrate it anymore. He smiled suddenly and then calmly closed his eyelids.

  He Qing circled around Su Guang, letting the breeze brush across his face, hoping to bring him some comfort.

  The world fell into darkness.

  He Qing said gently in a voice that only he could hear: "Good night. May you have a good dream."

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  He Qing thought that everything ended here.

  For her, being able to see what Su Guang saw and feel what Su Guang felt before she disappeared was already a pleasant surprise.

  But He Qing never expected that she would be dragged back to that world of white light again.

  At the same time, He Qing heard that deep and vast voice again -

  [The world is unpredictable...]

  Tian Dao!?

  He Qing, who had already accepted this outcome calmly, immediately switched back to combat mode upon hearing Tian Dao's voice: "What do you want to do?"

  [This is your last chance, I hope you can seize it firmly. ]