As spring goes and winter comes, Xie Ning wades through mountains and seas.
He wore plain clothes and ate simple meals, leading a frugal life. Because he was a god, an immortal who did not need to eat or sleep, Xie Ning rarely actively pursued material enjoyment. He usually chose to walk on country roads, and would walk for days and nights. When he felt that he should stop, he would knock on the door of the farmer's house and ask if they could take him in for a night. In the early morning of the next day, he left a few drachmas beside the straw pillow, and then quietly left, so quiet that it seemed like an illusion caused by fog.
In the early days, most of Xie Ning's money came from gifts from Xanthippe. He was not a stingy person, so he would give money to elderly people living alone and poor peasant slaves on the road. After that, Xie Ning thought about it, and every time he passed by a prosperous city-state, he would set up an easel on the side of the square, write the amount of money he needed to raise next to it, and regard himself as a craftsman selling paintings.
At first, the people who came were attracted by Xie Ning's appearance. The pure light of the immortal covered his face, making him stand out in the noisy and complicated crowd. When he finished the first and second paintings, his booth was often surrounded by people. People surrounded him in three layers, adults were amazed, children were standing on tiptoe, the rich were holding their money bags in their sweaty hands, and the servants of the rich shouted loudly to make way...
However, once the agreed amount of paintings was reached, Xie Ning stood up silently, put away the easel, gathered the scattered coins, and took out a few coins to give to the children next to him to buy candy. Then, he put on his cloak again, like a drop of water blending into the heavy rain, he walked into the crowd, and no one could find his trace, even if they had been closely watching his every move and begging him to paint more.
He traveled like this for several years, walking in remote mountains and deserted valleys, and he encountered robbers and bandits who made a living by robbing people, but the oath of the God King was permanent. Therefore, those robbers could not even touch the corner of his clothes, and could only watch Xie Ning walk away slowly.
Even before Zeus's promise had time to take effect, he was accompanied by many spontaneous bodyguards - monsters under Echidna, nightmares lurking in the shadows, eager to find any threat. Many a time, bandits with bows and arrows would ambush passers-by from a distance, and as soon as their fingers touched the bowstring, bloody mouths appeared from nowhere and swallowed them up, leaving even the clothes and armor.
Xie Ning traveled and painted all the way. He painted gods of mountains and forests, gods of water, gods that stirred emotions, and gods that represented certain states. He spent eleven years traveling around the world. In the twelfth year, he returned to Eleusis, the kingdom that had taken him in and then exiled him.
The old king was still alive. The descendants of gods always lived much longer than ordinary people. He didn't know what happened that day, nor did he know that Philion accepted his instructions and, under the influence of the gods, gave Xie Ning a deadly poison. It was like the starting point of a domino effect, pushing the end of the gods.
He only knew that the young hero he regarded as his son died in the catastrophe that swept everything. His soul ascended to the sky after his death and became an immortal constellation. The young man he had always missed was also missing. In his heart, Doros must have also died, otherwise, how could he have caused such a huge rage in Echidna