In the ninth layer of heaven, a Fairyland surrounded by clouds and mist.
A place that was pure and without a trace of dust.
Everyone knew that this was the place where the God of heavenly Dao lived.
However, in the past tens of millions of years, there were very few people who could step into this area.
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Time and space were still being turned back.
A million years ago, before they met.
The deity who was sitting quietly in the cloudy heavenly Palace had a beautiful face and a head of silver hair that fell from his shoulders and reached the ground, reflecting a beautiful luster.
The man's thin lips curved into a slight arc, slightly bitter.
He had been guarding this place for 100000 years.
Drawing the ground as a prison.
He had never stepped out of the nine Heavens, nor had he ever seen her.
Jun Heng did not know how he managed to hold himself back.
