"We understand."
At this point, Hila and Mu Yuling bowed respectfully.
The two stopped in their tracks and looked at the black-clad, black-eyed young man before them.
They knew that although Messiah Monarch Great Emperor and God of Wisdom Hermes had used some method to feign death until today, he had never changed his original aspirations.
He was still the God of Wisdom who sought to preserve the flame of civilization and blaze a path for all living beings of later generations, bestowing wisdom upon humanity—the thrice-great Mercury.
That was enough.
There was no need to ask any more.
Even if the path ahead held countless hardships, a mountain of blades, a sea of fire, and nine deaths for every chance of life, so what?
There were far too many geniuses and prodigies standing on the side of the Super Ancient Gods, while there were far too few on Hermes's side. Their absence meant little over there, but Messiah's side was desperately short of talent.
No matter what, they would only know whether it was right or wrong after taking the path.
If the Super Ancient Gods truly lost their gamble and collapsed across the board, Messiah's side might be the final spark of hope, perhaps the last ark capable of saving civilization.
"How are we supposed to get out?" Mu Yuling asked after some thought.
Hila said, "We can only fight our way out. We know perfectly well how heavily guarded the Seventh-Order Heavenly Court's sacred ground is. There are strict inspections. No mortal living beings are allowed to be carried in an Inner Space, and even beings at our level must go through rigorous approval and reporting procedures to leave."
After all, this was the sacred ground of the Seven Realms Heavenly Court.
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