How would you describe that god?3

Xu Qing wasn’t sure if this was the same question the others had been asked. Even if it was, he had no idea how they answered. As he hovered there in the starry sky, he looked down at the terrifying broken face of the god. He saw the golden spine wrapping around the continent, almost as if the continent were food to it.2

He felt blank.0

He suddenly envisioned himself, much younger, staring up into the sky as the eyes of that unsurpassable god opened. After that, his family was gone. Everything good in his life vanished. He was left alone in the blood rain, scared, hesitant, weeping, and powerless.2

Xu Qing didn’t say anything.0

He thought of his years as a kid on the streets. Back then, he would eat anything, whether it was food or not. Just to survive. There had only been one line he wouldn’t cross, and that was cannibalism. He’d smelled the aroma of human flesh being cooked. He had also watched people being eaten alive, or boiled into stew. There had been times when he was starving. But when he looked at the cannibalistic scavengers, and then the broken face...12