"Are you still the River God now?" Mo Hua asked.
The little silver fish nodded its tiny head, "This minor god still has some of the River God’s authority, but most of the divine skills and the memories of the deities were all severed..."
"Severed?" Mo Hua was slightly startled and asked: "Then do you remember anything from before? The divine skills of the deities, and the Evil God who polluted you."
The little silver fish shook its head, "After being severed, most of it isn’t remembered."
"Alright..."
Mo Hua felt a bit regretful.
He was quite curious about how the Evil God degenerated and how the deities managed to develop divine skills.
Especially the blood sea divine skill of the River God, which left a deep impression on him.
It seems there’s little chance of that now.
The deities are born from the Dao.
This Dao seems to include not only part of the ability but also part of the memory.
The two complement each other, innately present.
But if severed, both would be lost.
Mo Hua silently pondered in his heart.
The little silver fish suddenly seemed a bit ashamed and said softly: "Apologies, benefactor, this minor god secretly consumed your ’incense’..."
"No matter, you can eat it." Mo Hua generously said.
After all, he couldn’t consume it himself.
"However, since you’ve taken the incense, you have accepted the obligation, you must ensure the safety of this fishing village."
"You don’t have to mind greedy people, nor force impossible tasks, but for things within your ability, do not shirk away."
"And never tread the path of evil again..."
Mo Hua instructed.
The little silver fish received Mo Hua’s approval, happily wagged its tail, and nodded repeatedly:
"Many thanks, benefactor, this minor god will definitely remember benefactor’s teachings!"
Mo Hua nodded.
"Alright, I should be going too."
The little silver fish respectfully said: "Take care, benefactor."