She still couldn't see the face of the Person in Green Clothes, yet she understood clearly inside that he was growing more displeased.
Because he was becoming increasingly lonely, even though he was the most powerful and unique existence in the heavens and the earth.
He could decide the life and death of any creature, yet he couldn't grant himself freedom.
His Divine Soul and strength were excessively powerful, so much so that even the most accommodating Vast Wilderness couldn't contain his physical form, let alone other derivative Three Thousand Worlds?
And in this Minor World he resided, the pressure of spatial laws was unbearably strong.
To this day, no entity powerful enough to enter this space has ever appeared.
Ayin watched this man often sit silent for years, occasionally releasing a strand of Divine Soul to incarnate in some Minor Worlds of the Lower Realm, experiencing a life of an ordinary creature.
