"It's impossible. No one has seen it move for so many years. It's impossible to suddenly become fine?"

"Maybe I was wrong."

The figure in white not far away was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the ancient tree.

He stretched out his hand to touch the trunk of the ancient tree, and the people around him hurriedly dissuaded him:

"Be careful, little brother. There is a border around the ancient tree. If you encounter it, you will be bounced back..."

Before the words fell, the people watched his hands penetrate the border and touch the branches of ancient trees.

"Hiss, the border has no effect on him!"

"So powerful, who is he..."

God's fingertips stroked the dry branches and sent a steady stream of divine power into them until his lips turned white, but the dry trunk still showed no signs of spring.

No flower, no leaf, no fruit.

The man still didn't let go and delivered his divine power.

"Enough..."

It seemed that the helpless female voice sounded gently in his ear.

He said, "Tiange, I found you."

"Why?"

Tiange's voice was calm. "You know better than anyone. I'm dying. No matter what you do, it's futile. Steamed bread, put it down."

"No," he said stubbornly.

Tiange was afraid that something might happen to him, so he had no choice but to force him to interrupt the transmission of divine power. However, due to the violent fluctuation of spiritual power, he aggravated his physical injury, and the old tree was dry with the naked eye.

"Tiange!" he stopped and retreated.

"Go away, I don't want to see you."

Tiange said coldly.

God stood still and had no intention of leaving, but no matter how he called Tiange, the other party was unwilling to speak again.

Three days later, a black goshawk appeared on the dry and mottled branches.

In the far north without any animals and plants, no one knows how the goshawk survives. It only knows that it stands by the ancient tree all the time and never leaves for a moment.

Three months later.

The far north has ushered in a long lost spring.

With the golden warm sun, the sky broke suddenly, which is a sunny day rarely seen in a century in the polar region.

The branches of the ancient tree withered with the naked eye, as if something was taking away her vitality.

"Tiange."

The goshawk turned into a slender figure at the moment of landing.

"I have to leave."

Three months later, the two talked for the first time.

"You hate it. You can't drive it away. I didn't want to see this."

"I know."

He tried to make himself laugh, which was more ugly than crying.

"Don't be sad."

Her blunt consolation.

God Zun: "I'm sorry."

"I'm actually very happy."

Tiange's eyes were soft, "I've been thinking for a long time that when you tried your best to protect the world, you experienced all kinds of emotions... Now I know."

"I'm not sad at all. I've been abandoned since I was born. Everyone doesn't like me. Sometimes I even wonder what the meaning of my birth is

Later... I killed a lot of people, even children of several years old. I hate blood on my hands, but I have to be accompanied by blood... I don't like this world. "

The trunk became transparent and his hands could even penetrate.

"Tiange..."

The voice of the man who has always been cold is trembling.

"I hate the world, and I hate everyone, steamed bread. Before I met you, I would feel that what I am doing now is very hypocritical, but now, I am willing."

This is the world he opened up.

A new world born from nothingness.

Only for him.