To be honest, ever since coming here, Qin Yang had felt that the so-called deities held an increasingly lower place in his heart, and their airs were getting cheaper and cheaper.
Especially those minor deities. They might once have been human, and human blood might still have flowed in their veins, yet Qin Yang truly had no way of associating them with humanity in the slightest.
From the moment they had been bestowed as deities, they had already become another kind of living being.
They looked like machines without emotions or human hearts.
Previously, Qin Yang had not truly noticed this change. At first, he had merely thought that perhaps these deities had grown accustomed to standing high above all others, accustomed to never looking people in the eye, viewing every living being walking the earth beneath the Heavenly Palace as ants.
When it came to such minor deities, Qin Yang's heart had already remained utterly still whenever hunting deities was mentioned.
It was no longer merely because they stood in opposing camps. It was true indifference, complete unconcern. Even when he struck, it was like accidentally stepping on an ant. At most, he would lower his head for a glance. The instant he raised his head again, he would instinctively classify that memory as useless, something that could be unconsciously forgotten.
Just like when walking down the street, the people who entered one's field of vision would be forgotten the instant they brushed past.
Had he not encountered the utterly different Inspiration High Priest this time, Qin Yang would never have discovered this difference, this unconscious change.
Qin Yang agreed with quite a few of Bie Biezi's views, though he was not as extreme as Bie Biezi.
He had never felt that he had become like those deities, standing