Desolate planet.
Red mountain peaks, red sand sea.
No plants, no animals, no living beings.
Amidst the red valley, a small building stood, on the balcony of the small building, there was a reclining chair, on it lay the Time God Gu Li.
He had been staying on this desolate planet for quite some time, because he really hadn't decided where to go.
He could, of course, choose a low-level planet with life, then govern it, become their divine spirit, and live days much like in the past.
Who to govern, isn't it all the same?
As long as the other party is weaker than myself, life and death both in the Palm, from the perspective of the situation, it really is quite the same.
He didn't, because he was unwilling.
Seventeen Heavenly Deities against one, yet in the end, the other side won.
Gu Li couldn't understand.
How could they have lost?
They could win, so could myself win too?
