Unlike Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, and the others, who were in disbelief,
in a rift in space somewhere in the unknown chaos,
a birdman with thirty-six pairs of pure white wings on his back was using his divine sense to observe everything happening in the Journey to the West world.
"Another Supreme God has been brought into being?"
"Interesting!"
"Looks like this world's Creator God has noticed our presence."
"So what?"
A girl beside him, who also had thirty-six pairs of wings, though hers were a fiery red, chuckled twice, her tone full of disdain:
"To think it can bring forth a few Supreme Gods to oppose our Lord! Does it not know that, before our Lord, these Supreme Gods are cannon fodder among cannon fodder?!"
"..."
The birdman who had spoken earlier froze, suddenly unsure how to respond to his companion.
Cannon fodder among cannon fodder?
Wait a minute.
If he remembered correctly, they had only just become Supreme Gods recently, too.
If they were cannon fodder among cannon fodder, what did that make them?
"What's wrong?"
Noticing that her companion hadn't agreed with her, the girl turned to look at him in confusion.
"Wind God, don't tell me you're scared?"
As she spoke, the girl patted the birdman on the shoulder and reassured him with a carefree expression:
"Don't worry. The Supreme Gods in these worlds are weak."
"Weak?"
Wind God came back to himself and pursed his lips in annoyance. Had this woman been lying to people so much that she'd started believing her own lies?
Judging by how their own God King treated Yang Mei, how could this world's Supreme Gods possibly be weak?
"Don't doubt me. It's true!"
Seeing Wind God's unconvinced expression, the girl confidently patted her ample chest.
"These people study a hodgepodge