The God of a Hundred Aspects took action himself. He stepped on the wind, thunder, and fire, and flew in the vast and boundless sky. The flowing clouds shattered on his body and turned into spider-like mist, like the tattered clothes of a dying person.
He does not believe that pure good and evil can be endowed with individual will. There are often whispers between heaven and earth, saying that fate has determined the outcome of everything, and good and evil will be entangled for life, hating each other, but also loving each other.
The God of Hundred Aspects avoided the greedy black dragon and landed not far from the altar. His arrival immediately aroused the bloody atmosphere of a battlefield. Thick clouds rolled in, and blood rain dripped miserably. He turned into a beautiful young girl, wrapped in a dress soaked in blood, and ran towards the immortal crying, shouting for help.
The god's disguise is impeccable, and the god's incarnation is seamless.
"My family and everything I owned were burned to ashes by the army of the Hundred-Aspect God," the girl cried sadly. "What should I do, Immortal? I have no way to escape except to ask for your protection."
She raised her face, as white as dew and moonlight, and the blood-red silk robe wrapped around her body, which was trembling like a bird and as soft as snow.
She came at night, with a noble and dignified face. When she lay on the man's knees, she was as graceful as a falling flower, swaying weakly in the breeze. Everyone's eyes followed her. Wherever her figure appeared, it ignited the flame of desire.
The immortal looked at her and said softly, "You can mourn, you can live in a new place, but life is long anyway, and you shouldn't waste it on me."
"But I only want to serve you," the girl sighed tremblingly, "I have already loved you deeply. Perhaps this is the will of God. The God of Hundred Aspects has taken away everything from me, but I can still stay by your side."
The man smiled and shook his head. "You are too young to know what is so-called God's will. It is terrible. It will manipulate your fate and make you deviate from your course, taking a path you never dreamed of. Many people who claim to have God's will eventually die unwillingly in surprise and resentment. Is this God's will or the persistence of human nature?"
The girl was silent for a moment, as if she were gathering up her courage.
"I love you, no matter what's ahead for me," she said, "and I'd die for you."
The immortal looked at her with a gaze as light as a feather and as heavy as a mountain.
"The thing you are willing to die for is not me, but something more difficult and bizarre." The man stretched out his hand and put on the expensive silk robe for the girl. Wherever his fingers touched, the scarlet blood disappeared, leaving only a soft and dry area. "Is it so good to be a god?"
The girl raised her eyebrows like two sharp swords, she stared at him, the tenderness of infatuation no longer in her eyes, they were so cold that it could almost make people tremble to death immediately.
"Yes." She answered sharply, but after she finished answering, she felt regretful. She felt that she had fallen behind because she responded to the immortal's question, which made her appear very passive.
She let out an unwilling scream, turned into a gust of wind, and fled away from the immortal.
The immortal smiled and looked up at the eastern sky, which was glowing the white color of a fish's belly.