I am a ten-thousand-year-old locust tree between heaven and earth. It is not my wish to be an immortal or an official, nor is it my preference to serve as a minister. I hold a book of fates for thousands of creatures in the world, but I have one here, the King of Hell also has one, and it is said that the old gods outside the Nine Layers Palace also have one in their hands. I held the book in my hand, but I never touched a word. They called me to take orders, but I didn't know whose life I could take.
Concept: Even gods are trapped by love