Within the Great Thousand World.
A vast region of shadow was moving with lightning speed.
The shadow creature gazed at his "father" with awe and worship. After a moment, he could not help asking, "Father, why did you let those few people go just now? They wanted to kill me, even study me. How could you forgive them so easily?"
This was what had been troubling him all along.
Why?
Father should not have been such a mild-tempered being.
He remembered one time when a huge fellow had come to their home, intending to deal with him and his brothers and sisters. The instant it tried to make a move, Father appeared. In a towering rage, he pursued it for three days and three nights, severely injuring it and ensuring it would never again dare casually set its sights on them.
This time, they were merely a few ants, utterly beneath Father's notice. Why had he let them go instead?
The shadow creature felt somewhat indignant.
And somewhat resentful.
The ethereal figure, Tianlin, paused at those words and said, "Child, you do not understand."
"Just now, I truly did intend to kill them. A few weak creatures like them—killing them would not affect me in the slightest... But just as I was about to kill them, I sensed the Creator's aura..."
"The Creator!?" The shadow creature was stunned. He stared wide-eyed at his father.
Even the hazy darkness around him dispersed somewhat, revealing a face full of shock.
The Creator!
To all beings in the entire world, that was a legend.
Legend had it that the Creator had awakened from chaos one day and found the world too desolate and dull. So, with a casual wave, They created this Great Thousand World, then vanished, allowing it to develop on its