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Lena and Cheng Yaowen, the "Light of the Sun," are now basically unable to distinguish between reality and fiction.
Their pent-up resentment is about to explode.
A black wind swam in from outside, laughing sinisterly.
"Is that so! To destroy the team they built with their own weapons?"
"It's truly a great irony," Morgana laughed.
"Yes, think of that little monster, the future sun god, the light of the sun."
"Now that I, Black Wind, have actually controlled it, I'm so excited!" Black Wind laughed triumphantly.
"Has that person who's been causing trouble in the shadows not taken any further action lately?" Morgana asked, still feeling resentful at the thought of that troublemaker from last time.
She especially remembers the middle finger.
"Uh..." Black Wind shuddered at the mention of that person, momentarily stammering.
His dream spirits have been photographed every day lately, and he's almost developed a phobia of them.
But for Her Majesty the Queen, he still persisted in creating nightmares for them every night.
"Stop rambling on and on, what's going on? Just tell me already!" Morgana said, somewhat annoyed, seeing that Black Wind wasn't speaking.
"Um, Your Majesty"
During this time, that mysterious person still came every night to cause trouble, shattering the spirit of my dreams.
However, it wasn't a major problem; the plan proceeded as scheduled, and the progress wasn't significantly affected.
"The conflict between Lena and Cheng Yaowen is indeed about to erupt," Black Wind said.
"Can you guarantee that?" Morgana asked.
Black Wind raised his head with a confident look: "Your Majesty, I assure you."
"Alright, I'll go check it out." Morgana nodded in satisfaction when Blackwind assured her.
The two entered the hall and looked at Black Wind's crystal ball.
The crystal ball displayed images from the surface of the Great Gorge.
The Grand Canyon.
Training is over, time for a break.
When Lena saw that Cheng Yaowen was about to leave alone again, she quickly jogged after him.
Staff members were constantly coming and going in the corridor.
Cheng Yaowen was in a low mood; this wasn't the first time he'd had that bizarre dream.
Although he knew the dream might be part of a conspiracy against him and Lena.
But when hidden scars are exposed time and time again, how can we possibly turn a blind eye again?
Cheng Yaowen could tell himself, or anyone else, very clearly!
He had truly forgotten the national hatred before Black Wind, and had let it go.
But after the nightmare, everything became unknown, leaving me hesitant and confused!
"Cheng Yaowen, stop right there!" Lena ran over quickly and said.
"What is it? Speak quickly!" Cheng Yaowen said coldly.
"Cheng Yaowen, I knew you were a prince before, but I didn't know you were the prince of the Deno Galaxy."
Now, on behalf of my grandfather, and for any unintentional hurt I may have caused you in the past, I want to apologize.
Lena said solemnly, and after saying these words, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart, and she felt much more relaxed.
"Hehe, it seems you already know."
An apology? If all the misfortunes in this world could ultimately be forgiven with just an apology?
Then what about my country, destroyed by your grandfather, and the innocent people who suffered?
Cheng Yaowen suddenly burst into tears and laughter, his emotions running high.
Two expressions appeared on one face at the same time, to the point that Cheng Yaowen's face became somewhat distorted.
"Cheng Yaowen, I know that the mistake my grandfather made is unforgivable."
But he has already committed suicide as an apology to the universe.
My planet, Lieyang, wasn't it also cleaved in two by your previous generation of Nuoxian War God?
Even now, many of my people are still living in misery because of that disaster.
You and I are both new gods! We are both inheritors of civilization.
Do you want us to perpetuate the grudges of the previous generation?
Lena's eyes were wide open, but her expression was somewhat forlorn.
Such emotions shouldn't exist at her age.
"The perpetuation of hatred lies not with me, but with you, Lena."
You are the sun god, and the power of the sun is the most uncontrollable of all powers, yet everyone wants to control it.
If you are destined to be an evil god in the future, and to repeat the misfortune of the Deno Galaxy ten thousand years ago on Earth today, the land that nurtured me.
"Tell me, should I hurt you now, or kill you?" Cheng Yaowen said slowly.
"Okay, if I'm destined to be an evil god or destroy the earth in the future..."
"Then kill me now, I won't resist."
After saying that, Lena closed her eyes, looking as if she were about to die a martyr.
“You…” Cheng Yaowen looked at Lena’s stubborn expression and felt somewhat helpless.
His expression changed in an instant, and finally he sighed.
"Ugh... You've got me!"
Given Lena's innocent and kind nature, he ultimately couldn't believe that she could become an evil god.
After a moment of internal struggle, Cheng Yaowen finally smiled nonchalantly.
Dreams are dreams, and reality is reality; no one can influence that.
The choice is yours, and so is your future!
Even though she is a goddess, she is just a girl now.
Is he out of his mind to argue with a girl like that?
"Why?" Lena asked, puzzled.
"If you are destined to be an evil god in the future!"
"Then I will use all my strength to pull you back on the right track and prevent the tragedy of Denuo from happening again," Cheng Yaowen said.
At that moment, the two shook hands solemnly, then smiled at each other.
The long-standing feud between the two civilizations was thus resolved through the two new successors.
Hidden in the void somewhere on Earth, within Demon One,
The group of demons, having nothing better to do, were also staring intently at the blue crystal ball of the burly man, Black Wind.
When Black Wind's script ended, the entire Demon Castle fell silent, save for the faint sound of breathing, eerily quiet.
Suddenly, one of the more sentimental demons couldn't help but sob:
"I'm so touched. What a sincere friendship."
Forgiveness can resolve the millennia-old animosity between the two civilizations.
That's so inspiring!
His face was filled with emotion, and he kept sobbing as he spoke.
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"How inspiring! To be able to let go of such deep hatred, what a precious friendship!"
Several more demons sat cross-legged, sighing to each other and looking on with admiration.
At this moment, reading the script written by Hei Feng has restored my long-lost sense of emotion!
As the scriptwriter and part-time director, Hei Feng should feel proud and happy about the audience's current performance.
But Black Wind just couldn't be happy.
Because he saw that Queen Morgana on the Demon Throne had a terrifyingly gloomy face, as if a flash flood was about to erupt and devour him into dust.
"Ahem, Your Majesty. Although the script was written by your subordinates and the plot was arranged by me."
This should have been a tragic ending, but the situation seemed to have spiraled out of the subordinates' control.
Black Wind said, trembling with fear. He glanced up and saw Queen Morgana with an extremely gloomy face. He shrank back in fright.