The Supreme God shook his head and laughed, looking at the rippling water: “Have you ever thought about why immortals who have experienced countless tribulations still do so much for all living beings after becoming immortals?”
I scratched my head: “If immortals don’t find something to do, they might go crazy from boredom.”
The Supreme God laughed heartily, stroking his beard: “Indeed. Immortals are actually more susceptible to external temptations. Once becoming immortal, they lose the willpower that accompanied them through hundreds or thousands of years of cultivation, easily straying from the path. Therefore, many divine positions are established to give immortals something to do. But most importantly, immortals must continue cultivating through these tasks.”
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A Gong told me that Mu Chen was waiting for me in the forest. When I went there, I soon discovered many divine soldiers had ambushed me. Mu Chen questioned me, but I couldn’t tell him that my good friend had deceived me, because if I did, A Gong would surely die.
A Gong did not transform into someone else to tell me, probably calculating that if it were her, I would definitely not explain, because I cared for her deeply. Even if betrayed, I would not reveal to Mu Chen who had deceived me. So I could only silently endure that betrayal and let Mu Chen hate me for setting up the ambush.
I just couldn’t understand why she would do this. In my memory, I believed I had never done anything to wrong her.
A Gong looked desolately into the distance, no longer spirited: “You’re going to the Supreme God, surely to report my deception from a thousand years ago.” She suddenly laughed, incredibly bleak, “I should have found an opportunity to kill you long ago!”
“Then why didn’t you kill me?” I stared at her and asked, “You clearly had many opportunities to kill me without a trace. If I died, no one would know what you had done. Killing a companion has always been despised, and you thought about the day you might be exposed.”
A Gong stared back at me, speaking harshly: “So now I regret it!”
