Indifference was the only color in this god's eyes.
It was as though to It, all experiences of life were devoid of joy or sorrow; birth or death, it was all just a simple cycle.
Whenever revival came, whenever departure beckoned, It could 'see' it all.
Fate, like a river formed of countless particles of dust, every ripple, every wave within it, It knew them all.
Hence, tranquility was the unwavering aspect of this god's gaze.
From the moment of consciousness, there was never a ripple in Its eyes. This was true during the battle with the Ancestral Magus, and it remained so even after being suppressed by the three gods.
Today, by utilizing the resurrection of the emperor's corpse within Its Divine Realm, It aimed to change the situation of the seal within the Mountains and Seas Region. To It, it was just another day.
Even though Its current body was extremely weak, success or failure was still an experience.
