The Immortal Palace was created by countless neutral factions and some hidden ancient civilizations. Some of those civilizations even contained experts who had survived from the previous epoch.
Thus, the Immortal Palace was jointly governed by the Eight Ancient Races, and it finally began to operate.
As for the Lord of the Immortal Palace, also known as the Immortal Emperor, he was jointly chosen by those eight races.
Thus, the war entered a new phase. Amid the undercurrents of history, the Immortal Palace finally emerged. The entire universe was distinctly divided into the Three Great Factions, each opposed to the others.
The war suddenly stopped. For a while afterward, the unfamiliar peace was almost unnerving.
No one wanted to launch a war first, and no one wanted to let their opponent profit from one. Thus, the war actually came to a halt.
Yet behind this stillness lay endless undercurrents. It was easy to imagine that the next hundred years would inevitably be a game of strategy. Allies and enemies might switch sides in an instant.
Inside my palace, I gazed into the distance with a calm expression. As a God Above God, I had naturally been assigned a world.
I moved my friends and everything I owned into this world, managing it together with Ancient Demon.
It was a deep-blue planet, just like Earth in the past. Humans and Ancient Demon lived here, all of them dwelling together in harmony.
This planet belonged to the Immortal Palace, but as a God Above God expert, I naturally received certain privileges. This was merely the most insignificant part of them.
The world beside mine was one created by Loki. He had only been the Third Emperor for a few days before being driven from the throne.
Even now, he remained unbearably arrogant.