Sitting in the lower ranks, the White-Clothed Deity silently observed the gods' expressions.
Deep inside, he knew that most of these gods were already deteriorating, they had lost the unwavering courage they had before becoming gods and had gotten used to immortality and enjoyment, they did not want to start all over again.
They did not want to go through the challenges and hardships of starting over, especially when it was unknown to them how many unpredictable risks or disasters there could be in an unfamiliar world.
They were accustomed to their current superior and authoritative lifestyle as gods, just as mortals were for power. If one were to call them dumb, they definitely were not; it was just that when they came to the end of the journey, they lost their courage to toil during struggles.
