Life, no entrance.
Death, no path.
Departure, impossible.
Return, unachievable.
This was the God of Pain at this moment.
It was frozen in the ice coffin, sealed in time by the space-time hourglass, and ensnared by the web of cause and effect spun across the Heaven's Beyond.
It was stuck between returning and leaving, becoming a special spirit stone that constantly emitted origin essence.
It could only immerse Itself in the pain of Its body burning, in the reincarnation cycle of Its soul being torn apart, in the torture of Its divinity and even origin essence being slowly absorbed.
In the starry sky, Xu Qing stared at the ice coffin in front of him with a cold gaze.
His anger was gradually suppressed. The current outcome of this True God was already the best torture.
Since It liked pain, let It personally experience it.
"It's a pity that I don't have the divine authority to tell stories like Jade Flowing Dust…"
