End Lai Anding.
At first glance, it sounded utterly insane. Killing the last true Star Abyss Main God would inevitably throw Star Abyss into chaos, leave the Source Abyss Will hanging by a thread, and invite foreign enemies to plunder it. Countless lives would be ruined; it was unavoidable.
Untold civilians would be killed or wounded. Even the most powerful gods could not stay out of it. Judging from recent news, ever since Silent Uncontact began, the Society had launched war after war.
The Dibang Empire had already been drawn into the war against the Society. The three Grand Narratives, once openly and secretly competing against one another, now had no choice but to unite. Even Red King could not help but return to the Layer Abyss.
For the time being, Li Aoz did not care what exactly had happened there.
The Dibang Empire had vast resources. Even if a few Philosopher Kings died, it would recover in the end.
As for the other civilians, after Lai Anding died, how many would suffer a collapse of faith? Would healers who relied on Redemption Divine Arts lose their ability to heal, left helpless before countless dead and wounded?
That was nothing unusual.
History's stage was built upon the piled corpses of countless common people. Those who stepped onto it to challenge the world were elites from powerful clans and poor-born talents. Even if a few ordinary folk fought their way out of a sea of blood, by the time they rose to the summit, they had already joined the ranks of the rulers.
An ancient Earth saying went: "When a nation prospers, the people suffer. When it falls, the people suffer."
There had never been a true golden age in the mortal world. Where could eternal peace and prosperity possibly come