The divine eyes, carrying sacred pressure, looked toward the usurper whose body had mutated with filthy tentacles yet whose eyes shone with brilliant fanaticism. A subtle change could not help occurring within the Sea God who had descended with his will.
It seemed the First Generation Sea God had left Him a problem He knew nothing about.
The Sea God Authority's domain lacked the concept of the deep sea... yet the complete form of the ocean was certain to include the deep sea.
As the Sea God Godhead grew, this power belonging to the Abyssal Sea had continued to expand and hide, silently surging through the abyssal seabed like rancid black oil.
All those concepts associated with the Sea God—light, holiness, greatness, vastness, teeming life, and the like—were entirely authorities of the shallow sea.
The God Realm was a place where even evil gods had to wear filters when walking the streets. Such obviously excessive and bizarre evil power should not exist—or rather, should not exist in the God Realm.
The First Generation Sea God had extracted nearly every beautiful concept belonging to the ocean, leaving behind only endless filth, stench, coldness, and turbidity.
Gods could be ruthless, and they could be majestic, but they could never be wholly perfect and beautiful.
Whether Destruction, Evil, or Asura, they all belonged to a highly aggressive type of deity. Yet because they were part of the lawful camp, they gave people the illusion of being decisive, affectionate, and righteous.
The new Evil God King was too weak; even his anger looked adorable to others.
Behind the Destruction God King's proactive and ambitious mindset lay a primal impulse filled with the desire to invade.
The new Asura God was simply too extreme. He trusted no one but himself. For himself, it was freedom