The sky was veiled by pale gray clouds. Great swathes of vapor had unconsciously formed into whirlpools and columns, slowly turning.
Streams of ghastly pale sunlight shone through gaps in the clouds, like towering pillars.
Lu Sheng stood on the disc and looked up at the sky.
Across the distant plains, chunks of rock and soil were slowly losing gravity, floating upward.
They flew toward the boundless heavens.
A vast heat could vaguely be felt surging beneath the ground, ready to erupt at any moment.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the four people slowly climbing up over the edge of the disc.
"Honored Phantom Devil God Galadir, my name is Candice." The middle-aged woman in front caught her breath and spoke solemnly. "We are envoys sent to seek aid by Isis and the Hope Church, who have joined together. We have come in hopes that you will lend us a hand and help the many civilians and believers of our Gathering Place find a path to survival."
"Candice, was it? How do you know I can help you? And how do you know I will help you?" Lu Sheng asked calmly.
This world was about to end. He had already planned to leave this place before long, lest the universe's final eruption drag him down with it.
Now that these people had come to find him, whether he acted or not was no longer particularly important.
This was not a disaster afflicting a single region or city, but the destruction of the entire universe, the entire world. They had nowhere to run.
No. If he wished, he could still take some people out with him.
But why should he help them leave this place? Lu Sheng's gaze was pure. The people before him were all doomed to die;