Ye Wuchen stood amidst the river of stars as countless fragments of memory surged into his consciousness like a flood.
He saw his past and future as the Creator God, seeing himself paint mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon with his own brush, and seeing his resolute choice to burn his Divine Spark in the great battle to protect all living beings.
Yet in the end, every image froze on the back of Yan Luoluo turning away.
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