The chaos gradually subsided.
The great beings quickly departed.
All that remained were the battered planets and the surviving mortals of countless civilizations, staring blankly at the scene with despair and numbness on their faces.
They would never forget this sight for the rest of their lives.
"What was that?"
"We didn't die?"
"I'm... actually still alive!"
"The God of Creation really exists..."
Even the various Gods of Light, the Goddess of Nature, and the upper echelons of the Tier Empire had gone completely blank-minded and dazed. Everything had erupted too suddenly, and the flood of information was so overwhelming that they no longer felt capable of thinking.
At that moment, the lofty supreme gods of the entire world were no different from beggars on the street. Watching those terrifying extraterrestrial cosmic civilizations battle beyond the stars, they could only pray and despair.
When a speck of dust from an era fell, it became a mountain to ordinary people.
They could resist nothing. All they could do was silently sort through the devastated land before them, though it no longer even belonged to their own race.
Though they did not know what the God of Creation of unseen laws had said, merely hearing the vast Cosmos True Sound and seeing that faint phantom had been enough to shake them to the core.
"Still, we have a future."
Di Er Your Majesty closed his eyes and said, "We are no longer our original race, but we are still alive. As long as we live, there is hope. That is better than death. Before such a powerful and mysterious cosmic civilization, being able to achieve this much without our nation being destroyed and our race exterminated is already enough. By the way, how much of the Great Dao True Sound from the