The secret realm vanished.
All the statues rapidly weathered away, scattering with the breeze.
It was as if none of it had ever existed.
There were no Twelve Main Gods, no divine temple, and certainly no Dragon Elephant and Ape Elephant stone men.
The eight of them stood amid a lush green field, looking around at the vast sky and endless wilderness.
All eight of them were in an extremely heavy mood.
Lu Chengwen and the Three Brothers could not come to terms with that supposedly happy ending, and they were under immense pressure as well.
In other words, even if they grew as powerful as the Twelve Main Gods, two out of the three of them would still have to give up their lives to save the world.
When Bai Menkeke and Bai Menpiaopiao looked at Lu Chengwen again, there was something very different in their eyes.
It was awkward and humiliating.
How could this happen? How could it be... this was utterly ridiculous, okay?
I'd fall for him? And even take Piaopiao along as a maidservant!? Which idiot wrote such a terrible script!?
Xia Ying and Mo Haiping, meanwhile, were deeply shaken by the apocalyptic vision.
They both knew perfectly well that the Dragon War God acknowledged only the Yan Zhao Sect Trio. He had no interest whatsoever in the others and could not even be bothered to deal with them.
And the ending of that apocalypse... was simply too horrifying.
Jiang Yuanzheng suffered the most.
If the Heavenly Tribulation apocalypse was real, then would not all the money he had spent his life earning be nothing more than an illusion?
No. He had to find a way to save the world. Otherwise, making money would be meaningless.
The experts of the Four Great Families gathered around them,