The God of Origin came quickly and left just as quickly.
He originally thought the second task would also be simple, but An Yang had never imagined that ever since the giant bugs descended upon this world, he had constantly been multitasking and busier than a dog.
From the moment he accompanied Baggins back to the Shire and the giant bugs first appeared in Middle-earth, he had been nonstop collecting the souls of those killed by the giant bugs. He grew increasingly busy, and this busyness reached its climax when various factions in Middle-earth initiated the new Battle of the Five Armies.
He had collected well over a hundred thousand souls in total!
Of course, some were missed, and others shattered due to various loopholes or accidents, but he would not fret over those.
After the Battle of the Five Armies ended with the defeat of the Free Peoples of Middle-earth, he waited for a period of time, then wiped out all the giant bugs overnight and incidentally destroyed the giant bug Nest Core. Next, he spent an entire spring reshaping bodies for these souls, resurrecting the fallen and sending them back to their homes, even including human warhorses and dwarven goats.
Most of these people only needed a mortal shell—they possessed no special abilities and were not powerful, making them effortless to shape. Yet, shaping over a hundred thousand of them was still extremely taxing on his mind and spirit.
As for why he did this...
Perhaps it was because he did not want to become a cold and indifferent demon god, nor did he want this matter to affect his mindset in pursuing the Divine Path hereafter.
Perhaps it was because he did not want to recall this matter during every single night of his endless lifespan hereafter—to