Half a year passed.
After the dust settled on the birth of the Death God.
The Death God gradually became the deity at the forefront of the era, praised and sung by countless people who made him an epic.
Moreover, everyone sensed that a new way of dying was being born.
They fought each other, and the divine power carried an unprecedented deathly corrosiveness, leading to divine wounds.
"Praise the Death God!"
"You stand alongside the God of Longevity, each mastering life and death."
"The God of Longevity belongs to the distant past, but you belong to our present. You are the hero emerging from our era, the unparalleled hero originating from our epoch's homeland!"
...
No turmoil, no dramatic provocations.
The newly emerged Death God was very docile.
Especially after that great battle, the residual power of God was even greater, making no one dare to provoke rashly.
