Though these eight figures differed in essence, Qiu Yan had now sealed their spiritual intelligence and divine veins, casting them among the souls of the Netherworld. They underwent the same cycle of countless trivial affairs, living through birth, aging, sickness, death, sorrow, joy, parting, and reunion time and again.
There was no need to recount every detail. Even gods, ordinarily untouched by the smoke and fire of mortal life, would be infected, eroded, and eventually immersed in those seemingly ordinary experiences once they forgot their past selves and became part of them.
Only by seeing one's true nature and recognizing oneself anew could one awaken from it.
Yet Qiu Yan had not arranged this situation to temper the minds of these eight figures. He intended to guide them into becoming vital chess pieces and pillars of support for stabilizing Zhutuolan's Divine Path in the future.
Thus, this confusion did not last long. Throughout it, there was much guidance and subtle steering. Countless scenes of prosperity from the Eastern Land and Great Rui could be created, instilling thoughts into the bewildered gods and gradually altering their inclinations.
However, such changes could at most alter the inclinations of their subconscious minds, governing them while they were lost. Once their memories returned, those new tendencies would still be overwhelmed by their former dispositions. Yet this gradual and imperceptible trend was precisely what Qiu Yan needed. Put simply, he was cultivating factions and gods among other divine systems who would be close to him, making matters easier in the future. "So that was it! In my previous life, I was Hundred Treatises Deva, disciple of Nagarjuna, a god of noble blood. When that evil god crashed through the divine kingdom, I was cast into a corner of the starry sky, only to encounter the