Such a pitiful end for a god

In the boundless universe of YuZhou, today is a day like every other.

Except for one thing: today marks the end of a life that lasted millions of years, the end of Xua Ho.

He, who was considered a god evil by many and feared in every corner of the universe, passed away in the simplest possible way, yet also one of the most painful—loneliness.

During his long life, he had many friends or enemies, but he only ever had one love: Mei Xing.

Compared to him, Mei Xing was someone caring and who wanted peace for everyone. In the beginning of their story, Xua Ho, after spending time with her, began to love her and confessed. She, who also loved him since the beginning, gave him her heart. Their life was a blissful story until an event that changed Xua Ho's life forever: Mei Xing was murdered by the Celestial Emperor who ruled the entire universe and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

After the death of his wife, he escaped and began to appear to slaughter anyone who had something to do with her death.

In his anger, little by little, he eradicated more than half of the celestial soldiers sent for him by the Celestial Emperor.

After more than 2 million years of slaughter, he stopped and began to hunt the Celestial Emperor and his family. But even after that, his thirst for blood wasn't near the end. Understanding that vengeance wouldn't bring back his love, he exiled himself to the farthest reaches of the universe so as not to hurt anyone else.

And now he stood there alone in the dark, preparing for his death in the hope of seeing Mei Xing again in the afterlife.

"So this is it, huh..." he said while sighing. "If an afterlife exists, may I join you, Mei Xing?"

Just after those last words, he faded away.

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"Your life shall not end here, love. Move on and have a great life," his beloved voice echoed through his mind.

Just after that, Xua Ho opened his eyes in shock. Was he not dead? But just after thinking that, he looked around him and had an even greater shock. He was in a drill and was seeing a strange sort of tower in the sky that looked like they were made of glass.

With a sense of determination coursing through his veins, he, who knew of the concept of reincarnation, quickly grasped this body and ran toward a water point to look at himself. His face was the same as in his old life but slightly better looking.

As he admired his face in the reflection of water, he tried to concentrate qi to clean himself, but to his surprise, he didn't sense any trace of qi in the air.

He tried to change his method again and again, but in vain.

How would he live without qi? That was the question of someone who was previously an immortal, a being who was constituted by qi and who lived by consuming it.

After a while, he realized that this body didn't need qi for living but was very weak compared to his old self.

While looking at the sky, he saw one of the glass towers and quickly noticed something—a painting that moved? He then looked at every moving painting, but to his enormous shock, he recognized something—a painting that looked exactly like his world.

Just after seeing this, a huge wave of memory entered his brain, memories that were probably owned by the holder of this body.

"What even is that?"