Inside the temple, the splendor reached its extreme, but there was an icy deathly silence. Those saints who were born with the universe and admired by all spirits, sit on the thrones where their own laws are intertwined, their faces are blurred, and what is circulating around them is no longer the fresh divine power, but the increasingly sonorous and rigid chains of rules. In the depths of his eyes, the spiritual light that once reflected the joys and sorrows of the world is extinguishing little by little, becoming a puppet of heaven and a puppet of the rules. Godhead, in eternity, is also a torture instrument that slowly erodes spiritual intelligence.
Until they discovered that using the same kind of godhead as the core, they forged a foreign object called a "system", threw it into the universe they created, re-entered reincarnation, guided their incarnations through various states, and stole the pyrotechnics, so that they could briefly awaken the dying "human nature" and fight against erosion. The temple was then infected with the first smell of blood, and the first death knell sounded in eternity as it waved to its companions in order to save itself.
Lord God, watch all this. For the first time, a crack called "compassion" appeared on the face that was composed of endless compassion and absolute power. He made a choice.
