Inside the Divine Kingdoms of many gods.
They sensed that vast power and strange omen, which even barriers of Great Divine Power could not block.
What happened?
Amid their confusion.
Before the gods could figure out the specifics.
An invisible pulling force, as though it had come from the depths of their souls.
Abruptly appeared out of nowhere.
It tugged at their bodies and souls.
Leaving their consciousnesses somewhat dizzy.
Then, perhaps a second later, perhaps a minute later, when they regained consciousness.
Their true bodies had already appeared within a hall decorated as magnificently as a dreamlike divine realm, yet one with which they were extremely familiar.
This was nowhere else but the Pantheon, situated amid the turbulent currents of the void, known as the place where the gods convened.
In the past, countless mortals had revered this place as the highest of all lands.
Every being who successfully Ascended to Godhood.
Whether a Good God or an evil god, would leave behind a divine power incarnation here and receive a divine throne bearing their own divine power mark, symbolizing their formal ascension into godhood.
Even so.
Under normal circumstances.
Because of their differing temperaments, often finding that half a sentence was too much when they did not see eye to eye, and because the gods were divided into countless factions—Good Gods, evil gods, Human Gods, Elf Gods, and so on—few gods would voluntarily make public statements. Most only conversed in twos and threes.
However.
At this moment, they had all been forcibly dragged here and forcibly gathered together. Even their individual divine thrones, which had once belonged exclusively to them, were nowhere to be seen. All of them were now standing there as though being punished...
For a time.
Leaving everything else aside.
The dense divine majesty naturally