Wind Lord and Rain Master spent years feasting and making merry. They drank more fine wine than they could count and dallied with countless beauties of every race before finally parting with reluctance.
They agreed to meet again at the Wind Lord Divine Palace and sample the latest generation of beautiful butterfly women.
"Brother Rain, stop here. No need to see me any farther."
"Next time, you must meet my butterfly women. They certainly won't lose out to your clam women!"
Wind Lord staggered out, drunk.
"I can hardly wait."
Rain Master roared with laughter.
The two had always been birds of a feather. Their friendship went back so many years, through countless happy times together, and they were closer than brothers.
Once Wind Lord had gone, Rain Master found a bed and fell straight into a snoring sleep without even undressing.
The many maids and servants in the Rain Master Divine Palace instinctively softened their footsteps, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Deep within Rain Master's soul, a thread of consciousness silently watched it all.
"Compared with high-level cultivators, these deities are more like people. Mortals."
"...He actually went to sleep?"
Jiang Ding was faintly stunned.
He had lived for countless years and seen plenty of people and plenty of things. He was no cultivator who had spent his life shut away with books.
Yet he had never seen a high-level cultivator sleep every day.
Forget cultivators at Void Refining or above; he had never even seen a Golden Core cultivator sleep every day.
They had no need to!
Sleep was a mortal physiological instinct. It repaired damage to the body's cells and to the soul, making it a necessary bodily function.
Cultivators at Foundation Establishment and above had no such need at all.
Yet deities had retained