Deep within the Great Cycle lay a wondrous little world.
This world was connected to nowhere else, utterly isolated from the rest. Yet it had sun, moon, and stars, mountains and waters, flowers, grasses, and trees, birds, beasts, insects, and fish.
Naturally, it also had residents—and quite a few of them.
"The sky never changes, the mountains and waters never change, the scenery never changes, life never changes—this is boring beyond belief!" The once-mighty God of Nobility swung her hoe in frustration, battling the earth and weeds. Rather than weeding, she looked more like she was chopping down trees. "I hate this tedious life!"
"It's not really that tedious. Once you get used to it, it's quite comfortable. Easy and carefree, with nothing much to worry about—there's nothing wrong with living a peaceful, steady life." The God of Guardians walked past her carrying two buckets of fermented and diluted manure water. Though she had smelled it countless times before, the God of Nobility immediately covered her nose, her face full of disgust.
"Can't you stay farther away from me? This stuff reeks badly enough to knock someone dead!" the God of Nobility complained.
"That won't do. The crops need fertilizing." The tall, sturdy God of Guardians answered with honest simplicity. "It doesn't actually smell that bad. It's been fermented, and I diluted it too. A smell like this is far better than the stench of corpses covering a battlefield. We fought so many wars back then, but I never saw you complain about the smell even once..."
"There were benefits to fighting wars back then, so of course I didn't mind the stink!" the God of Nobility snapped. "We're both immortal, and we don't need to live off the harvest from these fields. Wouldn't it be enough to muddle through