There are no brainless saints and villains who come out to question loudly, curse, and make all kinds of pretense and arrogance.

Everything is quiet.

All the saints and the will of heaven have fallen into thinking, and no one wants to be the leader.

It would be foolish to be the first to stand up in this situation.

Even if the saints in the age of the heavens are immortal, their lives are still extremely precious. If the body of the most powerful master saint in the heavens dies, it is equivalent to being completely destroyed. I don't know how many enemies will kill me and take the opportunity to gain power.

"You..." Someone just asked Messiah tentatively.

"That great being..." There was also a bold saint who suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted tentatively at the huge and vast retreating figure.

But the Messiah closed his eyes and quietly watched the God of Creation leave, as if a wise old man murmured softly to himself: "Everything they created was impossible to succeed, but instead led to more suffering.

start."

"The more people struggle, the more they long to retain the glory of the past, and the more desperate they become."

"..."

The saints around him looked confused. The meaning contained in this sentence was too great. It seemed to be talking about this era, but it was very hazy... I wanted to ask a lot of things, but I didn't dare to ask.

He looked anxious.

Messiah sighed softly and looked up at the sky above,

"Humans, stumbling along in this life, are like sharp stones rolling on the sand. They always have to cut off something in order to get something... This is an exchange of equal value."

Wow.

A strong wind blew.
Chapter completed!