While Lu Mouren threw himself into farming, squeezing this world's resources dry and raising the group's upper limit, the world itself did not stand still.
In fact, he had made the right choice, because it seemed the main battlefield truly could not hold out much longer.
"Have the ancient gods of the lower realm still refused the summons?"
"Yes. Even fewer came than usual. They're all newly ascended New Gods who barely met the requirements."
Above the void Pantheon, the simple and direct exchanges between gods were filled with despair and rage.
From their perspective, they were fighting for the entire world, yet when the world faced a crisis, those bastards were actually dragging them down.
Didn't they know that if the world collapsed, everyone would be finished?
"Actually, some ancient gods have already left this lower realm."
"How is that possible?! How did they do it? The outsiders?! Those outsiders!!"
Rage was steeped in helplessness and despair. Once the world's sealed nature had been shattered, too many things had spiraled out of control.
The Surface World and Underground World, once completely isolated from the outside, were gradually opening up. While invaders and reinforcements could arrive, the residents within had gained more choices as well.
"The Underground World is actually doing all right. The Surface World is a disaster."
"Calamities never cease there, and its resistance is weak. Too many Otherworld Invaders have poured in. It has already become a living hell."
"Some ancient ones and divine envoys tried to descend into the Surface World, but they were restricted by the world's main body. The power they can wield is quite limited."
"A huge number of Surface World residents have died. Some were permanently devoured by outsiders, while others caused the Underground World's population to surge."
"The Underground World has