Old Gods and New Immortals

Immortals eat clouds and drink dew, not stained by the world. They sit high in the sky and look down at the world with cold eyes. But people in this world are as humble as ants, and their lives are as cheap as paper. Who can hear their cries? Finally one day, a great being responded to all the sorrows and joys. From then on, whether immortals or mortals, everything became equal in the disorderly, twisted chaos.