The many gods seated nearby sighed in unison. They all nodded, indicating just how heavy a price they had once paid for this world, for the living beings who dwelled within it. With a bitter ache at memories too painful to revisit, the Dawn God shook his head gravely. "I truly do not wish to recall what happened in those years! So many companions fell, so many noble souls vanished into ash and smoke, so many exalted lives bled out their final drop of divine blood!"
Gries Gao Dawn pressed his forehead hard against the ground and said in a trembling voice, "The glory of the gods shall forever shelter the people!"
With a soft sigh, the Dawn God narrowed his eyes. "We paid such an enormous price, yet evil still remains! Our power is limited; we truly cannot root out every evil completely. Thus, ancient evil spirits such as Penglai still exist!"
Gries Gao Dawn gathered his courage and raised his head. He said with utmost reverence, "Great Lord, what do You require of Your believers? At but one word from You, all Your believers would be willing to offer everything!"
The Dawn God smiled with pursed lips and said gently, "It is not such an important matter. Your strength is limited, so we have not placed our hopes upon you. But you can still accomplish certain things. For instance, in worldly affairs, you must not allow those heretics from the Odin Icefield and the Eastern Continent to set foot on the Western Continent."
A fervent resolve appeared on Gries Gao Dawn's face. "As You command, great gods! All believers of the Western Continent can cast aside their lives to wipe out those heretics completely."
The many gods present exchanged glances, and a strange, shadowy gleam flashed through all