Huh? Are they all real?.

“I understand, really.”

"Is that so? You don't need to force yourself to lie for my sake, brother. You're clearly not telling the truth."

Moen awkwardly looked away.

"Sorry, bro."

“You don’t need to apologize, I’m the one who should apologize. I made too many mistakes, and I think losing her is probably fate’s punishment for me because I betrayed you.”

"So, I'm the one who's sorry to you and her."

"But I'm only realizing this now."

The sun felt it had found the answer.

From beginning to end, he was the only one who was wrong.

Betraying his brother, accidentally killing the queen, and thinking she would be alright.

Thinking of this, the sun asked Moen:

"Brother, is there anything else? If not, may you please leave?"

"Before she left me, she asked me to bury her simply here, and I have done that. So, I should go and do what I should do."

Even though he had guessed the answer, Moen still couldn't help but ask:

"what are you up to?"

The sun laughed:

"I used to think it was for her sake that I was moving forward."

Moen let out a long sigh and then turned and left.

When Moen completely disappeared from the sun's sight.

The sun bowed its head to Moen and said:

"Thank you, brother, you have made me understand what I should do."

When Moen walked out of Golden Spring.

The plains of western Canada welcomed their first snowfall since he gifted it to the sun.

Watching the snowflakes melt in my hands.

Moen knew that this was the real sunset.

But I really just came to see him.

How did the sun set?

Chapter 423 Thunder (4k)

The western plains of Canada have been hit by an unprecedented snowfall.

This left everyone with a slightly bewildered expression.

The thick snow covered the wheat fields, turning them into rolling white hills, and icicles hung from the eaves at a visible speed.

The old people stood in front of their houses, rubbing their hands together, their breath mingling with the swirling snowflakes, murmuring, "I've never seen a sky like this in my entire life."

The children, on the other hand, excitedly ran through the crunching snow, a rare joy for them living in this era.

The snowflakes continued to fall silently, as if to envelop the entire plain in a vast, gentle enigma.

What people didn't know was that with this unprecedented heavy snowfall...

The large army that had already gathered outside the Gaxi Plain also came to a halt.

Standing before this great army was an ancient deity wielding lightning and with a short sword, used only as a ceremonial implement, hanging at his waist.

It was he who raised his hand and shouted to stop this well-equipped cavalry.

Just like his brother, amidst the burst of lightning in his hand, he also reached out and caught a falling snowflake.

After gazing at it for a moment, he said:

"Let's go back. It's over. I've lost another brother."

Amidst the voice of the gods, which was indistinguishable between sorrow and lament, the army that had arrived in silence departed in silence as well.

When he was the only one left.

The ancient god who controlled lightning unconsciously picked up the short sword at his waist.

He looked at the short sword in his hand several times, deep in the plains of western Canada.

He knelt on one knee and planted the short sword, which he had never parted from, under his feet.

“Brother, I’m returning it to you.”

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When Moen turned the bracelet and embarked on the next journey.

Moen felt as if his toes had touched something.

Look down.

They discovered it was a silver sword hilt deeply embedded in the soil.

It looks familiar.

With a slight raise of his eyebrows, Moen drew the short sword, which must have weathered countless storms yet remained unfaded, and took it into his hand.

At first, Moen did not recognize the origin of the sword, but it looked very familiar.

When he drew the short sword, he saw that the sword, which was only an inch wide, was covered with a dark silver glow. The surface was finely etched with countless lightning-shaped patterns, and deep within each pattern was a dark blue substance that resembled liquid lightning.

When the sword was completely detached from the leather scabbard, the blade itself trembled and emitted intermittent thunderous sounds.

Only then did Moen recognize what the sword was.

This is a gift he gave to Lei Ting.

Just as the Western Plains symbolizes belonging to the sun, this short sword also symbolizes Storm Valley belonging to the thunder.

Moen, deep in thought, turned to look behind him.

The golden spring at sunset is naturally no longer visible.

But the iconic Spikes of the Western Plains are right in front of you.

Seeing this, Moen roughly guessed the answer.

"You gave it back to me, bro."

Moen did not take back the Sun's Scepter, for it was a gift left by the Sun to his Queen.

Moen carefully put away this one.

Unlike the sun, the death of thunder is very clear.

He was also the first eldest son to die at the hands of the new god.

Or rather, he was the first eldest son to clearly die at the hands of the new god.

Before him, there were also cases of eldest sons dying with ambiguous causes and later becoming new gods. But he is the only one whose cause of death has been confirmed.

Therefore, the death of Thunder did not signify the end of the Age of Gods.

But it represents the decline of the sanctity of the firstborn son.

Because a god who can be killed by 'mortals' is not a god.

Moen, who was preparing to set off again, was now a little curious.

Will I ever encounter 'myself'?

However, after thinking about it again, he felt that this was unlikely.

Because the soul is unique.

There's no reason for two completely identical souls to appear at the same time.

Therefore, Moen felt that his journey was likely to occur specifically during those 'gap' periods.

Or perhaps it's specifically to fill in the gaps in history that prevented certain events from happening due to our absence, but which were necessary to occur?

Thinking of this, Moen raised his head in a daze.

This involves a very classic question—that is, can history be changed, or how do you know that the history you change is not history itself?

On a larger scale, it's about whether fate can be defied.

If the former is a matter of ordinary philosophy and science, then the latter is the most important proposition in mysticism.

In particular, Moen always felt that everything about him was being guided by some unseen force.

After standing there and pondering for a moment.

Moen chuckled to himself and said:

"Alright, let's see how it ends in the end."

Staying in place will not serve any purpose.

Moen, having taken another step, picked up a branch from the ground and threw it into the air.

Wait until it falls again.

Moen discovered that the branches no longer pointed to the Western Plains, which had become a world of ice and snow.

Rather, it lies behind the Western Canada Plain.

After comparing the positions of Spike Mountain and the sun, Moen looked back at the tree branch pointing in the direction and said:

"Storm Valley? What's this? Am I supposed to go and meet all my remaining brothers one by one?"

But the Thunder's fate is already clear. So is it just a coincidence that they're heading in this direction?

With these questions in mind, Moen headed towards Storm Valley.

The reason the Thunder and the Suns went to war was actually quite simple—their territories were adjacent.

So it's quite surprising that they didn't start the war until the middle of the Age of Gods.

Logically speaking, they should have started fighting long ago if they hadn't joined forces.

As a result, Moen not only failed to encounter anyone on his journey, but also quickly arrived at the entrance to Storm Valley—Snow Gate.

Like the Western Plains, Storm Valley is located in a cold region.

Thunder had no intention of changing the weather here, because he felt it was the original arrangement.

He shouldn't change it, he should only maintain it.

Therefore, even though it is already the divine realm of the ancient gods, it is all silvery white.

Only the main roads had a different color because the snow had been cleared.

It was here that Moen saw the rest of the people.

They all bustled along the main road in and out of the Snow Gate.

You don't even need to ask passersby what year it is.

Looking at the lightning flags fluttering high above the Snow Gate and the storms that linger year-round on the horizon behind it, one can tell the truth.

Thunder is still here. And he's right here in Stormvalley.

Then there shouldn't be any mistake; this is the one who came to see Thunder.

Having understood the purpose of this journey, Moen followed the crowd into the Snow Gate.

However, unlike the others...

Before Moen could even get close to the Snow Gate, a large number of soldiers, led by several knights, parted the crowd and surrounded him.

He looked at the soldiers who had surrounded him and the crowd that scattered in panic.

Moen addressed the leading knight:

"Don't be nervous."