There are good and evil in the world.
The God of Creation was the right one.
Evil Gods were the darkness of the world.
The Evil God had not been eliminated for a long time, and the Heavenly Dao was affected by the greed, anger, and foolishness of the various worlds, faintly changing.
"Sooner or later, he will give himself away. Where can he escape to? The Heavenly Dao is always looking for him." The God of War smiled, a hint of worry on his face.
Back then, he had fought with the evil god. He was far from being his opponent.
The God Lord could barely fight to a draw.
The God of Creation, who was the only one who could match him and was born from the only source, fell into a deep sleep again.
War God was a little worried.
"Speaking of which, do you know whose love root this pond belongs to?" Emperor Ziwei asked War God.
"The God of Creation put it in himself." The God of War shook his head.