"Luo Zhen had drifted through two lives without ever encountering a true god. Today, I am fortunate enough to behold Your Excellency. I am willing to become a sharp sword at Your command, spreading your doctrine far and wide, opening up divine soil..."
Within a palace as majestic and sacred as the Pantheon, the deep vault overhead was painted with floating-world scenes like an illustrated record of Gods and Devils.
And in the hearts of countless imperial citizens, His Majesty the Emperor—majestic, upright, resolute, unyielding, brave... in short, a man who embodied every fine quality in the world—was kneeling on one knee, with indescribable devotion.
In truth, if he had not considered that the demon god before him might not like bugs that were too soft and weak, and might prefer ones that were slightly unruly, he had initially considered kneeling on both knees.
As for being resolute and unyielding, that depended on whom one faced. There was a saying: those who understand the times are the true heroes. Be unyielding when it is time to be unyielding; bow when it is time to bow. That was what made a true great man. Those who clung to their so-called unbending valor were merely pitiful creatures too unwilling to let go of their own pride.
This was the clear-eyed wisdom Luo Zhen had tempered through the experiences of two lifetimes.
In his first life, while still in the Purple Moon Empire, Luo Zhen had loved reading history. Looking across the historical records, every great hero who ultimately left his name behind had never been a fool who blindly stuck to rigid principles. Before accomplishing anything, when facing beings stronger than themselves, they had all once bowed and scraped. Those who failed to understand this had died early, and it would never