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Enshu went down the mountain, was caught and thrown into a dungeon.

He sensed her fear, helplessness, sadness, all of her emotions, He knew them all.

He also heard her prayers—

"...O omniscient God, please save my brother and let him return home."

Xiao Shu, brother has returned to our original hometown.

"...God, I don't pray that I can crawl out of hell, I only pray that my brother who brought me light can live."

Xiao Shu, your brother is a god, he won’t die easily.

"... God, God of the Snow Mountains, have you heard my humble prayer?"

Brother heard you. Brother can hear every word you say!

He turned into a gust of wind, came to the temple, and watched her being tied to the altar.

He came to her side and gently blew on her messy long hair.

He remembered when he was still Zhao Xinglan, when he was combing and braiding her hair, she gestured with her hands and said, "I want my brother to comb my hair forever."

But now, how much He wanted to comb her hair again, but no matter how hard He tried, He couldn't blow away the stains on the ends of her hair.

What right do they have to dirty her?

The fire started and instantly engulfed her body. Her face was filled with pain and she wailed silently.

And He, the omnipotent God in everyone’s eyes, could only watch blankly.

He saw his sister, whom he had carefully cared for for many years - the little flower fairy who had been with him for a thousand years, turned into ashes in front of him.

"Oh God, if there really are gods in this world, please punish them!"

The next moment, the tall sacrifice collapsed with a loud bang, and countless ashes flew everywhere amid the huge vibration.

He turned into wind, picked up her soul and flew to the top of the snow-capped mountain.

"Okay, brother agreed..."

Sang Feiwan, who watched everything, was perhaps affected by the Snow Mountain God's memory and felt His great sadness and anger.

For a moment, she wanted to stop Him.

No matter how many heinous sins mortals have committed, God cannot have any selfish thoughts, otherwise there will be no redemption!

But at the same time, she knew clearly that all this was just a memory and she could not change anything.

She could only watch helplessly as the Snow Mountain God, after regaining his power, brought disaster to the world.

With just a thought, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart, and tens of thousands of lives were annihilated in an instant.

This is the horror of God.

Because they are powerful, they are bound by the laws of nature and cannot have any emotions or desires, nor can they act arbitrarily.

God can only be free of desires and look upon the vicissitudes of the world indifferently.

Once a god is tainted by human emotions, he is no longer worthy of being a god.

Looking at the cities and villages in the distance that were submerged in snow, He was silent for a long time before he sighed softly, "Xiao Shu, it turns out that you are my calamity."

"Unfortunately, I realized it too late. I was tempted by love and made mistakes, and I am destined to not survive this final disaster."

He raised his hand and gently stroked the weak soul in front of him.

"Xiao Shu, you were supposed to be a pure and carefree snow lotus. You went to the mortal world to find me, and died for me. I am your calamity, and you are also my calamity."

"I can't overcome my own tribulation, so I can only help you one last time."

A god who cannot survive the catastrophe can only disappear between heaven and earth.

When he was about to disappear, he cast the last bit of his divine power on the little flower demon, helping her to gather her soul and reshape her body, and revive her.

She turned into the little flower fairy again, but her god also turned into a breeze again, and sent the last instructions into her ears: "Xiao Shu, you will be the god here for me. Wait for me to come back, don't leave, never leave again..."

There are too many sufferings in this world, I wish she could always be that holy and carefree snow lotus on the snowy mountain.

Enshu wanted to catch up with the breeze, but she could only watch the god - her brother, disappear before her eyes.

My brother is a god, a powerful god! Why did he perish?

She turned around and saw the collapsed temple and broken statues at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Is it because of those mortals?

They betrayed their beliefs and their gods, so their brother can never come back?

No, you can't!

All betrayals will have a price to pay!

At this moment, Enshu, who possessed a trace of divine power, was no longer an ordinary little flower demon.

She used the power of the gods to bring a curse on the En family for generations.

She made sure that none of them lived past the age of 35, and made them live in the shadow of foreseeable death, but she did not allow their entire clan to be exterminated.

Because she wanted to leave her brother the last bit of faith, maybe in this way, he would still have a chance to return.

Come back, my brother! Whether as a mortal or as a god, I will always wait for you.

The dream ended here, and Sang Feiwan had already glimpsed some clues from it.

She was about to exit this dream when a clear and majestic voice suddenly sounded: "Who?"

Sang Feiwan hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the surroundings suddenly filled with wind and snow, and the voice of the master of the dream came from all directions, but he could not see where he was.

Sang Feiwan knew that he was in the other person's dream at the moment, like an intruder. If he was discovered, he would be eliminated.

She quickly explained: "I have no ill intentions, I just want to know the truth..."

"How dare you!" That majestic voice echoed throughout the world, deafening, "How can I allow mortals like you to spy on my past? You are courting death!"

There was no point in talking to Sang Feiwan at all. After all, the god in the dream was just a remnant of consciousness and had no rationality at all.

A loud rumbling sound came from the distant mountains, and Sang Feiwan's face suddenly changed: Oh no, an avalanche!

Sang Feiwan had also experienced an avalanche when filming on the snowy mountains before.

At that time, she easily averted a disaster with her own strength.

But at this moment, she was in the other party's dream and did not dare to resist directly. She was just thinking of flying away from here, avoiding this disaster first, and then finding a way to get out of the dream.

But the next moment he found that he could not use any spiritual power at all, his dantian was sealed, and he was just like an ordinary person.

How could this be?

Was it the Snow Mountain God who sealed my spiritual power?

In this dream, the Snow Mountain God is the Supreme God. To deal with Sang Feiwan is as easy as crushing an ant.

Seeing that the avalanche has appeared not far ahead, the danger is coming! Once I am killed in the dream, I will die in reality as well.

Without having time to think too much, Sang Feiwan hurriedly ran for his life, looking for a shelter to withstand the avalanche while running.

But the snow-capped mountain was covered in white, with only soft snow and not even a protruding rock.

The bell on the wrist sensed the danger to its owner and made a dinging sound, but it was soon drowned out by the deafening sound of the avalanche.