I had lived in this world for another fifty or sixty years, which gave me a rather peculiar God's perspective. At the beginning, everyone worked together in unison.
But as time progressed, more and more problems began to arise.
For instance, the Yellow Emperor started harboring ambitions to dominate solo again.
I naturally disagreed with him.
If everything remained the same, wouldn't the outcome be just like before?
I did not want such an ending.
Since I had found a safe place to live, I wished to live well in this world, rather than regularly having to move elsewhere.
I myself had been a victim of fate, never escaping its constraints throughout my life.
It was only now, when I was left with nothing but my soul, that I felt a slight sense of freedom.
I did not want anyone to walk the same path I had, even though I did not know them personally.
These Little Immortals' Family and the children of the Goddess started to become restless.