There are two old monsters who have lived for an unknown number of years. One has been living in a deserted land since he was born, and after his transformation, he looks like an ordinary person. The other has lived in different civilian areas all year round. Although he is obviously worth a lot, he always talks about "poverty limits my imagination" and has a special enthusiasm for the gossip of the people around him.
The two big monsters lived like two ordinary people in a small town.
"Not every big demon dreams of becoming a god, and some are willing to just live an ordinary life."
"What is the purpose of becoming a god? Supreme power? What is it used for? To break the sky that Nuwa has patched up? To shoot down the last remaining sun? Or to fill in what Jingwei has not finished?"
"Eternal life? This is not what I want. I rather envy these ordinary people. Life is only a short one hundred years at most. Even if my life is too long and everyone I know is gone, I will only have so little time left in this world."
"Compared to what those cultivators are afraid of, disturbing the world. I still prefer to be in this small place and listen to the gossip of the people around me."
Qingtang looked at an ancient mythical beast in front of him who was holding his head with one hand and stuffing melon seeds into his mouth with the other hand. After a while, he knocked out a small box of melon seed skins. He felt speechless and silently took the trash can over.