Later, the deity walked a long road.
More and more relics hung from the bell tower, and the golden divine medicine spread wider and wider. To the naked eye, his complexion grew even paler.
He needed to bid farewell to the transmigrator, physically forge the dream-walking game, share the administration of the deities, and bleed... until one day, an unexpected person was brought to the judgment platform.
—It was a snowy day.
The Holy City was shrouded in pure white clouds and mist, with silver frost dyeing everything, white stars falling to the ground. A young man covered in blue and green hues was pushed onto the judgment platform. His white hair fluttered as if blending into the snow.
People stood beneath the platform, thick white frost clinging to their reddened noses. With a usual, common, righteous indignation and fervor, they judged the white-haired young man on the platform with their stares.
