Darkest Night, Boundless Mystery.
The black mud blanketing the world did not join the war. They knew full well that they were slaves, and they took pride in it.
Their chanting and murmuring formed an utterly revolting background noise. Within the absolute darkness, a growing clamor began to rise.
Countless Divine Entities, billions of high-level races, those wandering mysterious behemoths... they traveled alone or in groups.
They charged forward without regard for anything else. Most souls were resolute, but many were also lost.
Why not flee?
And why not obediently cower inside the box, waiting for their masters to pass by?
Were they afraid the box would be crushed? Could they not accept becoming property? Could they not endure being humiliated?
Or perhaps it was all of those reasons.
"Before I, who was roared at as a 'thief,' have even died, has the world already encountered an apocalyptic catastrophe?"
"This naturally falls far short of Annihilation Day, but for some gods and living beings, there is not much difference."
Tang Qi suddenly became very calm, as though he had not foreseen a miserable future.
But in truth, he had seen it.
The charging ants displayed extraordinary courage and an unyielding will.
But before the power of their masters, all of it remained meaningless.
The "Rotten One," who kept roaring that he was everyone's father, was mercilessly trampled into the black mud. The progenitor god within the abyss was dragged out. The Master Level Divine Authority he possessed erupted forth, yet it could not stop his body from being torn in half. Like a failed firework, he struggled to flicker twice in the darkness.
The final fading brilliance illuminated the fates of two powerful women.
"Primordial" and the Mother Goddess, who had fought for countless Years, stood together in the face