That Damned Desert God!

The River God was the first to rise, his face ashen.

"Sea God, the Desolate Deity Statue has been acting like a madman lately. Whenever he sees water, he drains it dry, showing absolutely no respect for the water element. If this continues, not only us, but the entire water element will be trampled under his feet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dew God next to him tugged at his ridiculously thick cloak.

His voice trembled, with a heavy nasal tone:

"Yeah... I was trying to talk to him nicely, but he started by saying, 'I hate green the most! What are you wearing?' and then... then he ripped my clothes off! He even said something like, 'You think you're Dew God? I'll show you everything you want today...'"

In the end, the Dew God of Dew burst into tears, her body trembling beneath her cloak.

The Dew God is the second most thin-skinned god in this temple; he would blush for a long time even if he just showed his arm.

Being stripped naked by the Desert God, even though no other gods were around to see it, must have left him with immense psychological trauma.

The Stream God, huddled in the corner, seemed to shiver and shrank even deeper into the blankets.

Enraged, the Lake God smashed the stone table in front of him to pieces with a single punch, then abruptly stood up:

"That's not all! That bastard even dumped sand into my lake! So many of my Creations were buried alive! And the reason was even more outrageous—just because I was wearing a red dress!"

"Pah! Does he think my lake is his personal sandpit?!"

"Besides, what's wrong with me wearing red! It's one thing for him to hate green, but now he hates red too? If he hates it so much, why is he even wearing red?!"

The Rain God sat to one side, his expression sorrowful, and sighed softly.

"I brought rain to Arid Lands a few days ago, and he happened to be passing by. Without saying a word, he blew up sand and dried up my rain clouds. Fortunately, humans have some skills nowadays, otherwise there would have been a major disaster."

"However, if this continues, we'll eventually be crushed by him and unable to hold our heads high."

The crowd in the hall was filled with righteous indignation and hatred.

They originally came today to ask the Water God to make a decision for them.

However, the group hesitated for a long time and did not dare to go in.

They knew the Water God's temperament all too well.

Honest and naive, let alone confronting the Desert God, he'd probably be swindled out of everything by that scoundrel the moment they met.

But the Desert God had become increasingly outrageous lately, and they could no longer tolerate it, so they reluctantly entered the Water God Temple.

Little did they expect that before they could even begin reporting on the important matters, the Sea God arrived.

The great weight on the Gods' hearts was lifted with a thud.

Sea God is here; this time, it's in the bag.

Even if the Desert God is ruthless, he's nothing more than a madman who only knows how to throw sand and cause trouble.

Now that the Sea God has awakened, all the water Gods in the hall have found a leader.

The good days of the Desert God are coming to an end.

As Wuma Xiu listened, he thought absentmindedly:

This Desert God is definitely just bored out of his mind.

Why didn't Xiu just beat the other person to death?

I was too soft-hearted.

Why not go see the Spring God first? The Spring God is practically a Desert God. If the Spring God can turn all those deserts into oases, the Desert God's strength will inevitably be weakened.

Then, taking advantage of his weakened state, kill him with a single blow.

If Chun senses his intentions and refuses to help, then he'll go find Xiu. It's just a piece of paper anyway; as long as the other gods don't know, what does it matter?

This idea seems good.

"Don't worry, everyone, I already have a solution for this."

Wuma Xiu smiled, a smile as gentle as a sea breeze, instantly putting people at ease.

"It will be resolved."

The Gods were all delighted upon hearing this.

As expected of the Sea God, he's incredibly reliable.

The River God, however, still had some worries:

"Sea God, do you need our help? We're really worried about you always handling things alone."

"Yes, can we help?"

As the Well God stood up, the other gods also stood up.

They still remembered the last time, when the Sea God returned covered in wounds after dealing with trouble alone, his Divine Blood flowing everywhere.

It was only after that that they truly found their leader.

Sea God was so good to them.

"All you need to do is tell me the location of the Desert God, I'll take care of the rest."

"Besides, the Water God is also helping me. Everyone, there's no need to worry."

Wuma Xiu picked up the sleeping Little Water God in one arm, walked to the Dew God's side, bent down, and gently stroked the other's head.

Please take good care of Little Lu, he doesn't seem to be doing well. We need to help him get through this as soon as possible.

The tears that Dew God had just stopped flowing welled up again.

He loosened his grip on the cloak, rushed forward, and hugged Wuma Xiu's waist, his shoulders shaking with sobs.

Wuma Xiu was held in his arms, his palm gently resting on his back.

His lowered eyelids concealed the expression in his eyes, but the corners of his lips still held that extremely gentle smile.

Gods in the hall were deeply moved by this scene.

The Sea God was indeed the gentlest and most reliable god among them.

Desert God, you're dead.

Dew God hugged Wuma Xiu for a long time, his eyes red from crying, when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his clothes.

He turned his head and saw a bulging blanket moving closer to him.

Half a head peeked out from under the covers; it was the Stream God.

The other person looked at him with those bright blue eyes and asked softly:

"Lu, would you like to come in?"

The Stream God is the Dew God's best friend.

The Dew God sniffed, released Wuma Xiu, wrapped himself in his cloak, and crawled into the Stream God's blanket.

Wuma Xiu gently patted their heads through the blanket, his touch tender, like the most caring older brother in the world.

He reappeared in the top position:

"Everyone can go back now. If you find any trace of the Desert God, remember to let me know."

"Good."

The Gods readily agreed and withdrew in an orderly fashion.

The Water God Temple fell silent once more.

The last trace of a smile vanished from Wuma Xiu's lips, his gentle expression disappeared, leaving only a bottomless calm.

He liked this height, which offered a panoramic view of everything.

But it's still not enough!

Wuma Xiu looked down at the sleeping Little Water God in his arms and suddenly chuckled very softly twice.

Therefore, the Water God had absolutely no sense of caution.

I can kill him anytime I want.

It would be incredibly easy to take advantage of him.

But precisely because of this, everything made him feel somewhat bored.

It was too easy, so I didn't feel any sense of accomplishment.

After sitting for a while, he ultimately did not put the Little Water God down, but instead took him back to the Water God’s Bedchamber.

During this period, he did not intend to let the other party wander around.

Wuma Xiu lowered his eyes, brushing aside a strand of hair from the Little Water God's forehead with his fingertips, his eyes as deep as the sea.

He also enjoys this sense of control.

As for the matter of the Desert God, we'll wait for news.

Now, perhaps it's time to go see Xiu; Chun probably won't agree to help.

That method is very targeted.

Besides, if things really go too far, the God of the Scales might just pop up again, spouting off about "balance" and giving orders.

Thinking of this, Wuma Xiu rolled his eyes slightly.

--It's useless, yet it meddles in everything.