The Lord of the End had existed since time immemorial. It had been born with the world and would endure as long as the world did. Not even the Goddess could utterly destroy It. Its power would eventually sweep across the entire world, and when that time came, all things would welcome the Day of the End's descent upon the world, bathing in the Lord of the End's radiance.
The above was a concept every member of the Cult of the End had to know. If Luo Chuan had known about it, he definitely would have pointed out the mistakes in it. There had never been anything truly eternal and indestructible in the world. The void was vast and boundless; universes were born and perished at every moment. Even gods could fall. This talk of everlasting existence was utter nonsense.
Yet from a mortal's perspective, hundreds of millions of years truly were no different from eternity.
Secondly, did the Lord of the End really count as a god? Luo Chuan remained skeptical. The system had usually filled his head with all sorts of strange things, including information about gods. Possessing divinity did not mean one was a god; one also needed some sort of "authority." At most, the Lord of the End was a godlike existence.
The crisscrossing fissures resembled savage wounds upon the earth. The half-molten lava lake spewed thick smoke, while babbling water gushed from the depths of the canyon. Dark clouds churned, thunder rumbled without end, and a torrential rainstorm was brewing. Mountains and rivers had been overturned, and the terrain throughout the entire region had been utterly turned on its head.
The devastation caused by battles between transcendent experts was exceedingly terrifying. Moreover, Black Scale and the White Spider Demon were both the sort with something