While Lu PingAn was obsessively farming, the evolution of this world naturally did not stop.
The truth was, the entire world had been collapsing at high speed these past few days.
Yet the first to buckle was the Heavenly World, the strongest of the three.
"Today, another star fell?"
Mortals could only see falling stars, unaware that behind them lay the "departure" of ancient gods.
At this moment, that beautiful paradise had already turned into hell.
Floating islands fell one after another. Countless tears split the clear sky, and the entire world was continually carved apart and devoured in three dimensions.
This place was closest to the outside world and directly bore the pressure of several God Above Gods.
All manner of absurd divine envoys and foreign races entered this world. The "filter" that had once held them back had long since been shattered, and gods fell every day.
The Pantheon? It was probably less than a tenth of what it had been at its peak.
Many beings who considered themselves gods had either died in battle or seized the chance to flee.
But having received Divine Grace in the Pantheon, they were naturally bound by responsibility.
"War" was their duty, and bearing sacrifices was their obligation. At least until the world completely collapsed, the contract of those rights and responsibilities could not be abandoned.
One incomparably powerful war angel after another fell. Seraphim vast enough to crush the earth in their hands were casually squeezed to death like chicks.
Perhaps this world still could not permit Tier 11 God Above Gods to enter, but majestic beings far beyond ordinary Tier 10 had already become the main force on the battlefield.
Both sides slaughtered each other, traded their lives for one another's, and became cannon fodder for their respective factions.