() April 17, 20xx, 10:36 a.m. U.S. time.

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Northwest Arizona, Kaibab Plateau, Grand Canyon.

There are floating clouds in the sky, and a gentle breeze blows on the earth.

Suddenly, there was a rumble of thunder in the distant sky, and a faint fire flashed in the clouds.

A huge black and red fireball fell from the sky, broke through the thick clouds, and fell toward the ground.

Birds screamed and flew, and animals fled in all directions.

"boom!!!!!"

Huge meteorites fell heavily, and the ground shook, as if a violent earthquake had occurred. Thick cracks extended in all directions. Earth and rocks splashed, and dust and sand filled the air...

The vibrations gradually stopped, the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and a huge pit nearly a kilometer long was revealed.

Green smoke curled up at the edge of the pit, and in the center stood a huge, coffin-like oval meteorite.

The surface of the meteorite is covered with white light, flickering like an incandescent lamp with unstable power.

A gentle breeze blew by, and suddenly there was a crisp sound. There were several small cracks on the meteorite.

“Kakakaka————”

Along with the crackling sound, the cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and the cracks are getting bigger and more numerous.

After a while, the surface of the meteorite was covered with cracks like messy spider webs.

After a while, there was a bang, and half of the cracked stone turned into countless dust and disappeared with the wind.

And inside the meteorite, a person was revealed, a tall young man with his body covered.

He put his hands on his chest, holding a small silver sword tightly. His eyes were closed tightly, his nostrils opened and closed, and the air was slowly flowing in and out.

Zuo Han!!

After a while, a ray of sunshine penetrated the clouds and shone on Zuo Han's face.

His eyelids twitched, and Zuo Han opened his eyes slightly.

A pair of dark eyes, as deep as the night sky. Strange stars shine in the pupils.

Zuo Han blinked, raised his arms, and slowly stood up. He moved his stiff limbs and looked around.

He glanced at the sun and white clouds in the sky, took a deep breath, and said with a satisfied smile:

"Although there were some deviations, we are finally home..."

Suddenly, Zuo Han raised his head and looked in one direction.

Who is this person with such a strong obsession?

Zuo Han held the silver sword in the palm of his hand and walked in that direction.

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Under a canyon, a middle-aged man in his forties with an oriental face lay groaning at the bottom of the canyon, with large blood stains on his chest.

The man was breathing heavily, his expression a little distorted due to pain. But his eyes showed a look of relief.

She is indeed still alive, and her appearance has not changed at all...

I just didn't expect that she actually had such magical power.

My chest doesn't seem to hurt much anymore. Are I going to die?

It's worth dying to see her again, but...

I'm so sorry for He Ye.

For so many years, he has only been looking for clues about her mother, but has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father. She should have a boyfriend, and he originally promised to walk into the church with her on his arm...

What was the light and vibration just now? Was it a call from God?

God, or other gods, if you really exist, please help me...

The man's pupils gradually became dilated, and the scenery in front of him became increasingly unreal.

Vaguely, the man seemed to see a figure. He couldn't see the face clearly. He could only see a long silver-gray hair, which was shining brightly under the sunlight. And those eyes...

What kind of eyes are those? They seem to be able to see through the heart, making people tremble.

Is it God or the God of Death...

Zuo Han raised his hand, and the man felt a warm current pouring into his body, and he seemed to have a little more strength.

"Are you a god?" the man asked subconsciously.

The man grew up in China and settled in the United States as an adult. When he was about to die, he subconsciously used his native language.

Zuo Han's body paused slightly.

This language is so nostalgic.

"In your understanding..." Zuo Han pondered for a moment and said: "I am."

The man's eyes lit up and he said: "Please, please help me..."

"It's a pity..." Zuo Han sighed: "With my current strength, I can't save your life. But if you are willing to pay, I can fulfill your wish."

"What do you want? My soul?" The man asked doubtfully, "Are you the devil?"

Zuo Han laughed dumbly: "I don't need your soul, and neither does the devil. All I want is your faith, and I believe that I can protect your obsession."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." The man shook his head slightly and asked with a bit of hope: "But you are not a mortal after all, right? You can fulfill my wish, right?"

Zuo Han paused slightly: "As long as I can do it."

"Okay. No matter you are an angel or a devil, whether you want soul or faith, I am willing to hand over everything I have. I believe in you, I believe in you..." The man's eyes were filled with urgency: "As long as my daughter...

my daughter……"

The man's eyes became darker and darker, and the last breath of life in his body finally disappeared.

Zuo Han looked at the man who had breathed his last, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

Unknown wish, do you want to accept it...

While he was hesitating, a ball of pale white light the size of a basketball suddenly slowly emerged from the man's body and was dazzling.

Zuo Han opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Heart of the Son?!

This man actually has the heart of a saint!!

The Heart of the Son is not found even on any planet.

Zuo Han opened his palm, glanced at the small silver sword, and sighed.

I have traveled all over the world and have countless believers, but I have never gained the faith of the owner of the Heart of the Son. I didn't expect that I would meet one just after returning to Earth.

It's really ironic.

No matter what, I accept your belief.

It's just that, instead, I owe you...

Turning his palm, white light slowly rose up and sank into Zuo Han's chest. Immediately, a cross-shaped light flashed away in his pupils.

The bones creaked and the muscles seemed to be shaking slightly. After a few seconds, a dense layer of sweat droplets appeared on Zuo Han's body.

100 points of holy power, level 1 strength!

Zuo Han clenched his fist.

As expected, he was the owner of the Heart of the Holy Son, and he helped himself break through level 1 strength in one leap. It was a pity that he couldn't save him, otherwise, this man would have become his first saint.

Immediately afterwards, some scattered information also poured into Zuo Han's mind.

He Jinsong...

Zuo Han took another look at the man who had died.

I will definitely fulfill your wish.

In my name.

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He Jinsong, a Chinese-American, 43 years old, was born in Weihai City, Ludong Province, China, and now lives in Shawnee, Oklahoma, USA. He is an avid travel enthusiast who has traveled all over the world. Today, He Jinsong’s life

Travel, officially arriving at the destination.

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Half an hour later.

A helicopter belonging to the U.S. National Guard appeared over the Grand Canyon, flying low along a canyon, seemingly searching for something.
To be continued...