Lin Hai knew that Sun Wukong would come, so he was not too worried.
He didn't believe that there was someone in heaven who dared not give Brother Hou face.
Simply, Lin Hai lay on the ground, crossed his legs, and hummed a tune.
"Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall,
The long years, the long river.
A myth is just like a wave;
A myth is just a teardrop;
There is you in the gatherings and separations, and I am in the gatherings and separations.
You and I are in a hurry, both passers-by."
Unknowingly, Lin Hai used the singing method of Yuegong Xianyin.
The song was elegant and melodious, echoing over Doumu Yuanjun's palace.
Doumu Yuanjun suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Hai in surprise, and suddenly said.
"What song is this that you sang?"
"It actually has a spiritual, ethereal and intoxicating feeling."
"It reminds me of the ancient times."
Lin Hai shook his legs, glanced sideways at Dou Mu Yuanjun, and said lazily.
"It sounds nice. This song is called The Legend of God."
"I wrote it because of my feelings about the Battle of the Gods."
"That battle was earth-shattering and shocked the past and the present."
"How many immortals and demons have fallen, how many heroes have died in battle."
"In the end, only the elegance of God and the legend of God are left."
Lin Hai looked deeply, sighed, and shamelessly said that this later song was his own creation.
When Doumu Yuanjun heard this, he lost his mind for a while and murmured with all his thoughts.
"The Battle of the Gods, although it is a calamity, is not brutal enough."
"Compared with Kaitian Measuring Tribulation, it is not worth mentioning at all."
When Lin Hai heard this, his eyes flashed and he asked tentatively.
"Is it more tragic to open the sky to measure the calamity?"
Doumu Yuanjun's expression suddenly changed, showing a trace of sternness and hatred.
"More than tragic!"
"Pangu opened the sky, and the three thousand gods and demons all died and turned into three thousand avenues."
"Only three people managed to escape."
Although Lin Hai had heard the story of the creation of the world a long time ago, but now that he heard it from Yuanjun Doumu, his heart still beat wildly.
It was as if he saw a cruel scene of a sharp ax killing all three thousand gods and demons in the chaos.
"May I ask, who are these three people?" Lin Hai took a deep breath and asked.