Life goes on, day by day. Although the heavens are bored during this time, they must endure it. Before, they could pass the time by preaching; now?
If the conversation stalls, they'll chat about everyday things, about everything under the sun, moon, and stars, saying whatever comes to mind without caring whether anyone understands or not. The heavens live under immense pressure, constantly facing the great gods about to be born.
In his spare time, he trains his physical body and refines his magical power.
The tempering of magical power, in particular, is extremely tedious. During this time, one cannot afford to lose focus for even a moment; one must sit there like a living dead person.
For the heavens, it is a torment, unlike cultivation where one does not feel the passage of time, but
