Goddess Yeshetuo was clad entirely in black.
Her hooded head tilted slightly, and her body involuntarily shrank, as if a bit embarrassed.
"Devas!"
"It seems the Supreme Lord hasn't stopped yet, I'm afraid I can't go there, wait a bit longer!"
Yeshetuo muttered softly.
"!!!"
"Ah?"
The Devas' eyes widened, instantly startled.
...
The vast land.
Rushitan, with his upper body bare, revealed a mighty chest, his reddish skin radiating a scarlet glow, like the cinnabar spread beneath the Earth, deep and substantial; it was also like blazing, rampant flames, assertive and wild.
He raised his head, gazing into the sky.
"I have felt it!"
"I have felt it, oh! This surging, great vigor, the monumental force of life!"
"Father!"
Rushitan murmured.
Having followed Xīmí since his youth, he had heard his mother narrate the grand tales of his father, yet he had never seen him come to visit them.
Lately, his brother Marut was split into seven, becoming seven individuals.
