Kokomoqi turned her head, her eyes shimmering with complex emotions.
"Every divinity's birth is inseparable from the era they belong to, just as tender sprouts replace withered leaves... Your Paradise is no exception. People pursue a carefree life because that's what they crave at this moment... To not worry about food and clothing, they are willing to invest, willing to pray to the divinities. But what will happen once a carefree life is achieved? Your name will surely be of no concern, and by then, new divinities will be born, and you will be eliminated by the era."
"What's more ironic is that the more carefully you develop followers and expand the power of your sect, the quicker this day will come. As a Latter God, you criticizing your predecessors for regressing is itself a very ironic matter."
Chaoyang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind.
Uh, is this... memory?