"Endure the hardest hardships to become the best among men. "
A few moments later, the supreme elders and all the other elders gathered in the ancestral hall. They had heard that a god had arrived, but they couldn't believe anyone would be audacious enough to claim such a title. Although the gods were long dead and buried by the tides of time, their names were still covered in immense karma. In the past, cultivators who had grown powerful enough to consider themselves equal to the ancient gods had taken their names and titles. For a time, nothing seemed amiss, until they began dropping like flies. The names of the gods were simply too heavy for a mortal soul to bear; under that weight, death was only the beginning of their suffering.
Since that era of vanity and ego, cultivators had stopped calling themselves gods and dared not even think of co-opting the names of devils or demons after seeing what had happened to those who took the names of the benevolent gods.
