"He" really liked these specks of dust. They were not only creative, but would also actively decorate the fish tank for him, making it beautiful inside.

Until one day, suddenly, a ship carrying other warriors visited this small island.

They brought a plan.

This plan could sever the threads hanging over them, preventing the forces outside the fish tank from interfering with their world any longer.

"He" did not stop those foreign warriors, confident in the environment of his fish tank.

Compared to the world outside the fish tank, the dust here lived like they were in paradise.

"He" regularly cleaned the fish tank and would lend a hand when the specks of dust were building—who would want to leave paradise?

The image before Ethan stopped.

Anapolis no longer seemed willing to share the subsequent content with him, but as someone living in the Sixth Epoch, Ethan knew what happened later; that was also a part of the history of Ophira and the Western Continent.

Anapolis brought a flood, yet even His pets betrayed Him.

And at the moment the restriction was created, the water in the fish tank fell into eternal calm; He could no longer observe the changes of the dust, nor could He influence the objects in the fish tank in any way.

Ethan could feel the gaze from the opposite side.

Anapolis was carefully observing his every micro-expression. Ethan had no doubt that if he showed even a hint of schadenfreude, the other party would lash out.

"There's nothing worthy of ridicule here."

Ethan's expression was serious.

He had to admit that among the many Old Gods, Anapolis was the unfortunate one, betrayed by others, but on the other hand, he could completely understand the ultimate decision made by the warriors.

No one wants invisible threads hanging over them, even if it seems like they are living in paradise.

He said, "Now I have thought of two solutions."

"Go ahead."

Anapolis was fairly satisfied with Ethan's response. He admitted that the person Old Ba brought in was still competent in terms of professionalism, which dispelled His last shred of worry.

He had had numerous arguments with Old Ba, disparaging Old Ba's artistic taste, and forbidding him from bringing those disgusting artworks into His fish tank.

Anapolis knew that if it were someone else, they would certainly mock Him after He was betrayed.

But...

Old Ba was truly honest and sincere.

Anapolis' mood found rare peace and solace.

"The first is a widely circulated magic within the Empire called 'Holy Word Art.' It can directly remove painful and unpleasant memories, so the feelings of anger will distance themselves from you. Your old friend Old Ba sincerely hopes you can find serenity."

"Impossible!"

Anapolis blurted out.

He could never accept such terms—being betrayed, then forced to forget. There was nothing more humiliating than that.

"I thought so too, which is why I prepared a second solution. However, its effectiveness may be much slower than the first, because aside from negative emotions, I've noticed another thought originating from you that has troubled your heart over the years, just like anger."

Anapolis did not speak.

The shadow sitting opposite Ethan became elusive.

Ethan said, "You want to know one thing: why would anyone want to leave the Celestial Kingdom you helped them create with their own hands?"

The secret Anapolis shared with him helped him ascertain many issues, including the mystery of the demise of the True and Middle-Level Gods.

"One of the costs of sealing you away was the loss of eternal life. Once the link between you was severed, a continuous stream of 'inspiration' would leave him, and they gradually lost everything he obtained. Yet despite that, he still did it, and you want to know the reason."

"You know?"

Anapolis blurted out, His mood turning agitated.

"I don't know." Ethan shook his head, "I've never met him, and I don't know what kind of person he is, but I have a method that might help you find the answer, though this method has a side effect."

As a doctor, he had to explain the risks of the treatment plan to the other party.

Up in the high skies, it was naturally impossible to understand the thoughts of the "dust" below. Even if Ethan genuinely tried to analyze like a psychologist for Him now, He would certainly reject it.

"What side effect?"

"It will take you among the 'dust' and make you like them for a long time."

Ethan said, "Only then can you truly understand their thoughts... A simple plan, or a high-risk solution. Take your time, you have plenty of time to consider."

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