Shen Shuibi had already been sent back to the world, inside Wushen Mountain.
It was now incomparably crowded here.
In truth, the entire world had already begun "taking refuge."
Everywhere in the world was taking refuge by its own methods. Wushen Mountain's method was to take everyone into its interior, where many second-ranks protected them.
This was actually safe enough, because aside from madmen like the Death Demon, first-ranks generally had no desire to destroy the world.
Even if they destroyed worlds, they would not destroy this one.
The existence of this world was too important and entangled with too many things, so it had always been well protected.
Everyone was under protection. Including Shen Shuibi, they were assigned their own places and then quietly waited for the catastrophe to pass.
From this degree of organization, one could tell that this was not the first time such a thing had happened.
In truth, the last time such chaotic warfare had appeared was during the world-destroying war unleashed by the Four Demons.
Even a first-rank battle on this scale... was not happening for the first time.
It seemed to faintly foretell the cycle of history.
In the endless universe, all things followed their old tracks; nothing differed, nothing was new.
Insignificant mortals believed themselves to be miracles of immense change. They experienced the transformations of countless so-called eras and civilizations, yet in truth... the past had been thus, and the present remained thus.
People brimmed with illusory pride, believing themselves beings unlike any others in space and time. Countless people embraced this illusion, believing themselves unique, irreplaceable, impossible to replicate.
In the foreseeable future, there would be more and more such people... until they became infinite in number.
Yet beneath the gaze of the colossal eyes of deities and other mighty