But it doesn't matter how brilliant those great demon gods were once, which one is not a legend of an era
They have their own era, but in the end, they can only suffer here, and they don't even have the chance to reincarnate. Day after day, year after year, there is no hope, no end.
Ye Qingtang withdrew her gaze, unwilling to continue looking at those great demon gods and legends.
She has come here, and her fate and ending will be the same as theirs.
At this moment, Ye Qingtang shook her head, she should not only cry, but also laugh.
No matter what status I am, I am qualified to enjoy the same treatment as those great demon gods. Because of my existence, I am afraid that even the grade of the place of doom will be lowered.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingtang laughed. She had no fear in her heart, only regret that could not be erased.
"why are you laughing."
Suddenly, a voice came from nearby.
This voice is very cold, bitingly cold, even colder than the cold wind in this place of doom.
At this second, Ye Qingtang couldn't laugh anymore.
"who is it?"
Ye Qingtang looked around.
These days, what Ye Qingtang saw, those big demon gods, have been just repeating the suffering every day, and there are still people who can talk to each other
"who I am?"
The cold voice was dull for a moment, and the owner of the voice seemed to be thinking about who he was.
"Yeah... who am I." After a long time, the voice appeared again.
Ye Qingtang: "..." How would she know who he was? Didn't you ask the question yourself? Why are you being asked back now
"Where are you? How about showing up and seeing me? I'm not dead yet. After I die, my soul will be suppressed here forever. At that time, we can chat and pass the boring time." Ye Qingtang laughed road.
No matter who it is, to Ye Qingtang, it doesn't matter anymore, even if you used to be a great demon god who owned an era, but now, they are the same, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, they are all just suffering endlessly* The last speck of dust.
Following Ye Qingtang's words, she fell.
A figure gradually condensed into shape.
Looking at the man in front of her, Ye Qingtang couldn't help being slightly distracted.
The man stood beside Ye Qingtang, wearing a tattered black suit, which seemed to be carved with some kind of mysterious pattern.
On the man's shoulders, there are two floating dragon-shaped patterns, which are lifelike, like the reappearance of a dragon.
A head of snow-white long hair casually scattered to the waist, the bottom of the eyes was cold, handsome to the extreme, but unfortunately the cold was unbearable, even colder than the cold wind blowing like a knife.
The man stood there without moving. Although it was extremely real, what Ye Qingtang saw made her unable to see clearly. It was like looking at flowers in a fog or the moon in a mirror.
"What's your name?" the man asked.
"Ye Qingtang, what about you?" Ye Qingtang said.
"My name... what's my name..." the man murmured, the same as before.
Ye Qingtang: "..." Here we go again.
"I asked you, why did you ask me back, how could I know your name." Ye Qingtang was quite helpless.
"Once...someone called me the sky." The man thought for a moment.
"What? God?" Ye Qingtang was taken aback for a moment.
which day? God of heaven
"Sit." The man sat on the ground.
"Don't sit down, it's too cold." Ye Qingtang shook her head, still standing where she was.
"Whatever you want," the man said.
"By the way, Brother Tian... How long have you been here?" Ye Qingtang asked curiously.