Time has passed too long; he had almost forgotten about the pit he dug for himself before he became a God. After calculating repeatedly over millions of years, he finally figured out that a foolish disciple he hadn't intended to take on was about to die. These days, finding a disciple was difficult, people from the Divine Realm would flee at the mention of his name, which he had felt regretful about for a while.
It was rare to find such a foolish one, so it's better to protect him to avoid both the master and disciple never meeting before the disciple dies. With a flick of his fingertip, a Divine Breath descends towards the Lower Realm.
