Five days had passed since the Heavenly Gate Opens and the divine proclamation.
Thinking back to everything that had happened five days ago, many people felt as if they had been dreaming. None of it had seemed real.
But the reactions of those around them told them otherwise.
This was not a dream.
It had all been real.
Five days ago, they had truly seen the legendary gods—and those gods had formally declared war on the myriad races!
For a time, the immortal sects and mortal dynasties alike were thrown into utter chaos.
As for the mortal dynasties, after a few days of turmoil, they simply gave up and lay flat.
There was nothing they could do. After all, they were merely minor emperors of the mortal world. The cultivators and Immortal Beings on the mountain could destroy their nations, let alone those gods.
They might as well lie flat. What else could they do? If the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.
And if the tall ones could not hold it up,
then they would be utterly powerless too.
If the mortal dynasties were like this, there was even less to say about the ordinary people of the mortal world.
To these commoners, cultivators were already Immortal Beings—existences they could see but never reach.
Now that the so-called God King had declared war on the myriad races, did that mean some mighty cultivators were about to start fighting again?
Was that really so different from the battles of the past?
To the common people of the mortal world, all of this was simply too far away.
As long as they had food to eat each day, could marry a wife, and support their families, that was already enough for them.
The mortal dynasties and common people