"Clossus, Lachesis, Atropos!" Zeus cried out in despair, calling the names of the three Fates, "Why do you sit here, letting your looms be destroyed and your threads cut off?"
"The fate of the gods has been taken over by others, so we can let go and don't have to work," said the old man.
"He answered his question, and we satisfied our confusion," said the plump woman.
"Why do you have to look for an intact thread? Go to the painting to find the answer you want. Now, that is how fate is interpreted." said the young girl.
Zeus had no choice but to return to the sky, which was already filled with terrified gods. They poked their heads out from the clouds, stretched their necks, and watched the paintings of humans. The endless canvas turned and transformed in his hands. He painted the most ancient gods before the creation of the world, but his brushstrokes were so light and effortless.
Pallas Athena was speechless. She recalled the not-so-long past. Before all this happened, Echidna and the young man were a pair of lovers who attracted the attention of all living beings. They lived peacefully and contentedly in the dark underground palace. After that day, the gods were worried that the love of the ancient god of wilderness would make him lose his mind and make him determined to fight against Olympus. Therefore, they intervened and imprisoned him in Tartarus once and for all.
At that time, she already had a vague premonition: all the efforts and struggles people made to avoid the most unfortunate outcome often paved the way to the most unfortunate outcome.
So, she decided to stand with her father, not to interfere in the process of this matter, and let the gods make the decision. However, watching is also another kind of indulgence. She let this family run to the end, but never pulled the reins of obstacles.
I am still in the hands of fate, she thought painfully, we all fall into the hands of fate.
"You can't let him paint like this!" Hera screamed in fear. She incited the gods to action and urged them to fight for their own future. "He usurped the power of the three goddesses. Aren't you angry? He is just a human being. How can he decide the fate of gods who are much greater than him?"
Following the words of the Mother of Gods, all the gods descended to the plains of Arima. Because Zeus' oath bound all living beings, they could not stop Xie Ning from painting. So they racked their brains and took the lead in offering all kinds of tempting benefits to seduce him to put down his brush.
"That child!" Hera called, "If you stop painting and stop doing anything that harms the gods, I promise to the Styx that I can make you the king of kings, ruling all the countries on land and sea. Your crown will enjoy the world's attention and prestige, and your words, appearance, and even a slight blink of your eyes will be loved and admired by hundreds of millions of people. You will sit on a golden sedan chair and walk from this continent to that continent. All the lands you can see will be under your judgment."
Xie Ning turned a deaf ear to him. He continued to paint the chaotic hem of the painting while mercilessly splashing paint on the god that was whispering and harassing him, causing the god to leave the canvas in a rage.
"If you can put down your brush, in addition to the authority of the King of Kings, I am willing to share with you all the wisdom of the world. You will become an enlightener and a guide, and the world will praise your legend until the end of mankind." Athena whispered, "Please consider it carefully, Doros."