"Hmm?"
Muria was slightly surprised by the response from the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains. He found that he was still somewhat naive, unable to predict the choices of those ancient deities with his current knowledge.
"However, I need some time. And I need a commitment from you," said the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains, uttering words that made Muria's breath suddenly grow dangerous.
"What commitment?" If a complex matter could be simplified, Muria certainly wouldn't refuse. And his breath gradually eased.
"After I hand over the [Earth] God Position that I control, you must not harm me in any way and must guarantee my life safety."
"A reasonable request, I agree, as long as you can give me the God Position."
"Swear an oath to the World Will." The Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains did not relax; He did not trust any promise that was not bound in words. After living so long, what had He not experienced?