After leaving the planet Raven 12345 had created with her own hands, the two "people" continued wandering through the stars, carrying on their previous conversation in their minds. Hao Ren had never expected that a rough, scatterbrained, neurotic god like Raven 12345 could be so meticulous. He voiced his surprise, but she merely laughed indifferently. "Aha, I'm usually a little rough around the edges, but I'm not so careless that I'd let it interfere with my work."
"So, to gods, mortals' religious attitudes don't matter?"
"How should I put it... It's a rather complicated question. They matter, and they don't matter. It depends on the form of the mortal race's civilization and whether that civilization needs religion." Raven 12345 spoke slowly, apparently struggling to organize her words so Hao Ren could understand the concepts. "The Xiling Pantheon follows 'value supremacism.' Only things of value have meaning. That value can take many forms, but fundamentally, it's about maintaining the diversity of civilizations and the stability of the Order World."
"Is it the same over in the Star Domain?" Hao Ren suddenly became interested in another pantheon.
"Not quite. They're more... well, emotional than we are." Raven 12345 shook her head. "If I had to describe it, I'd say they're gentler than the Xiling Pantheon. And the Xiling Pantheon was different ten thousand years ago, too. We used to be more rational, to the point that many ordinary races found us a little... rigid and detached from humanity. But that's changed somewhat over the years. Aha, those are all matters of history. Don't dig too deeply into them. It'd take several million words to explain."
Hao Ren did not really understand, but he could only respond casually. "Oh... So, going by that, if the races of the Dream Plane don't believe in