How much longer could Mountainous Country hold out? Once it fell too, how long could all of South Asia and Southeast Asia last?
"They can hold out until they can't anymore."
This quasi-god seemed to have said something utterly pointless.
"Probably until the last drop of Mountainous Country's blood has been drained."
The other had said something quite cruel, yet seemed to hint at something more.
But Lu PingAn vaguely sensed that they were telling the truth. Many things had been going on all along, just without much public promotion.
Lu PingAn himself had not expected his Courtyard to receive so many quasi-gods and peak Rank Eights.
The Library had become a conference room. Everyone seated in the packed Reading Room was likely the leader of some faction or organization.
It was hardly strange that they had come here. A domain where combat was completely impossible was especially convenient for communication. Professionals were often proud and temperamental; if they started fighting over a disagreement, it would become a huge problem.
During this period, they had also been hurriedly integrating resources on every front. Exchanging all manner of transcendent lifeforms and research materials was necessary, and Lu PingAn's "Trading Ground" was the better choice at a time like this.
This world was large enough anyway. Everyone could accept moving in, and after "working" here for long enough, it became natural to hold meetings here as well.
And the Library was where they spent the most time.
Being able to buy and sell others' "transcendent knowledge" was an irresistible temptation to them. Especially now, after trading for a huge pile of others' new technologies and finished products, they needed to master their new toys as quickly as possible. Ideally, they also needed the relevant knowledge. In such an environment, exchanging and trading