Grisha's expression relaxed, and a smile of heartfelt pleasure appeared on his face.
He could now be certain that the avatar of the Outer Deity before him was indeed closer to the "humans" of the era he remembered.
Even though the Spectator Uniqueness was still with Adam, Grisha remained the true god of the Hanged Man pathway. Moreover, his authority over the Chaos Sea allowed him to use the abilities of all five pathways to a certain extent.
Lin Chuan knew this as well, but he did not care. He even hoped the other party would see as much as possible. After all, when it came to "humanity," the True Creator might not have as much as he did.
He looked at the True Creator, who now had black hair and black eyes. Since this was actually his first time acting as a flow regulator for anchors, he was unsure whether he had let through too many or too few, so he asked tentatively:
"Should I keep calling you the True Creator, or Sasrir? Or should I call you 'Grisha'?"
A trace of dark red flashed through Grisha's eyes, but there was no obvious fluctuation in his emotions. He answered calmly, "I am not Sasrir. Just call me by my name."
After the Betrayal Banquet, the humanity the Ancient Sun God had left to the True Creator had been mixed with the extreme resentment, pain, obsession, and madness born of being betrayed and devoured, along with the will and mental corruption of Primordial God Almighty, which clung to him like rot in the bone.
Now, the influence of Primordial God Almighty had reached a temporary balance with a vast number of precise, stable anchors. But those extreme negative emotions were part of the True Creator's humanity, impossible to discard.
Thus,