That was a stone slab.
Very ordinary.
Very plain.
Yet what was startling was that the writing inscribed upon that slab—those characters polished by countless years that still remained clearly legible—contained horrifying content.
The twentieth year of the destruction of the ancient era.
Haze.
Where on earth was the God of Sin sleeping? Where were those deities sleeping? Why had they not discovered the existence of the God of Sin? It was simply inconceivable.
"This is..."
"Wasn't the God of Sin dead? How could he be sleeping?"
"Could this be fake?"
Some deities were startled.
"Where did you find this?"
"In that mountain range near where I awakened. I sensed the power of the ages contained upon it, so I took it out to have a look, never imagining that these things..."
"Could it be forged?"
"Unlikely."
"I've checked it. This thing genuinely spans from the destruction of the ancient era to the present, having traversed countless years. The stone slabs themselves are even items exclusive to the ancient era!"
"..."
"So, the content on this is true?"
"I don't know."
They anxiously flipped through the stone slabs, attempting to find clues.
Because this content was simply too shocking; if the God of Sin was still alive, it would be the greatest irony and the ultimate nightmare for all deities.
Back then.
The God of Sin attempted to rule the world, but was eradicated by the God of Creation.
However, the God of Creation was deeply unsatisfied that his world could still be utilized by other deities, so he ultimately assimilated with the heavens and the earth, fusing himself into the cosmos.
He erased every trace of his existence, blending into heaven and earth.
From that moment on, this world began to operate autonomously, thoroughly perfecting itself.
Therefore,