Recalculation

That terrifying pressure from the Ancient God of Light shook everyone's hearts along with his voice. Everyone sensed how frightening this monster was.

Scheming against everything.

Toying with all living beings.

"Thankfully, we managed to travel through time and change that horrifying defeat."

The Saint Dragon fell silent for a moment before saying solemnly to everyone around him, "Otherwise, we would all have become the greatest sinners in the history of humanity! Future generations would curse us—the traitors who defected to the Heavenly Dao!"

"Humanity would have lost all dignity from that point onward. After the Human Emperor, everyone would be a Son of Heaven, receiving Heaven's mandate: 'May he live long and prosper forever.' The era of the Sons of Heaven has arrived, and flowers have bloomed."

The Son of Heaven beside him fell completely silent.

What did he mean, the era of the Sons of Heaven had arrived and flowers should bloom?

He wanted none of this!

However, everyone now understood that they had no chance to reload anymore. There was no room for error. If they lost from here on, they would truly lose.

Moreover, this seemed to be one of the Ancient God of Light's schemes.

He did not seem to have expected to succeed. He had merely forced them to use up their chance to reload. But since the other party had calculated this far, how could he not have a second move?

There might well be other methods waiting to drive them into desperate straits again!

That feeling of having everything controlled and being toyed with in someone's palm was truly nauseating. It was as if every thought and every choice they made had already been anticipated and arranged by the other party, turning them into puppets dangling from strings on a stage.

"Then