Listening to the Heavenly Sect's words, the First God didn't even try to get up. Instead, he said in a trembling voice, "Heavenly Sect, stop talking!"
"Hurry up and beg Lord Heavenly Venerate. We've done so much for Lord Heavenly Venerate—if he shows a bit of mercy, you'll be able to survive."
"In the future, serve Lord Heavenly Venerate properly, and don't ever make him unhappy again!"
The Heavenly Sect grew anxious. "Father, you… can't you have a bit of dignity?"
"Living on like this—what's the point?"
"I'd rather die than live like that!"
"Silence!" The First God roared, "Heavenly Sect, don't say another word!"
"Lord Heavenly Venerate, he's still young, he doesn't understand. Please spare him."
"Whatever the problem is, it's all my fault. Kill me and let him go!"
The Heaven-devouring Rat suddenly laughed. "Oh? Such deep father–son affection."
"I really didn't expect that you lowly ants would throw away your lives for this so‑called blood relation."
