The southern lands.
This place was now the primary gathering place for the human race.
It was sheltered by the Fire God Zhurong.
Mortals did not care about the great war between the gods and demons of the heavenly realms; even if they cared, they had no way to change anything, so they continued to live lives of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
A thatched hut stood in the mountain forest of an inconspicuous, remote little mountain village.
Living here was none other than the Star God Kua Fu and his group of celestial gods.
Ever since the North Sea was shattered, they had no choice but to seek other dwelling places.
The northern lands were a place they had just escaped from, and returning was hardly a good choice; the eastern lands were where the Demon Emperor's Gloomy Demon Cave was located, and an outbreak of war there was only a matter of time; the western lands were the main territory of the celestial gods, and going there was courting death. Thus, they could only choose the southern lands to take refuge.
Their group considered this place a rare period of peaceful time.
Yet this very morning, Kua Fu suddenly summoned them all together.
"Kua Fu, why have you called us here so formally?" Old Gui spoke up first.
The Star God Kua Fu did not mind the old man's lack of politeness, simply glancing at him indifferently before speaking in a solemn tone, "The world is about to usher in a drastic change."
"A drastic change?" The God of War Xingtian furrowed his brows. For the past year or two, he had been getting along harmoniously with Hou Yi, building a house, hunting, farming together... Like an ordinary mortal pair of father and son, he was