The Nether Sea lay dark.
Waves rose and fell.
The heart-stopping battle had come to a halt just like that. The three people on opposing sides, who had been fighting to the death, were now discussing the secrets of this world's ancient past.
More precisely, Jiang Qiao and Yang Ling asked questions, and Yuan Yu answered.
"If you were living in peace..."
"Why did they attack the survivors from your homeland during the Black Tide?"
Jiang Qiao asked.
Unlike Yang Ling, he truly asked whenever he did not understand something.
Yang Ling, meanwhile, carefully considered what Yuan Yu said before challenging the key points, effectively supplementing Jiang Qiao's questions.
The three stood above the Nether Sea.
They maintained a safe distance as they spoke across the gap.
It was a strange sight.
But no one cared.
With Yang Ling's permission, the fleet on the sea had already left these waters, leaving only the three of them... if Yuan Yu really counted as human.
"Deities are living manifestations of the world's underlying rules and concepts."
"In a sense..."
"They are actually parts of the world, its various organs. Once they gain self-awareness, they naturally develop an instinct to repair the world and expel outsiders."
Yuan Yu said.
"An immune system?" Jiang Qiao suddenly said.
He recalled the two books he had read in Durahan's library years ago.
One was called World of the Dead, and dated back to the early days of the Great Cataclysm in the supernatural world. In a style full of complaints and curses, its author described humanity's early exploration of the underworld.
The author had proposed a hypothesis.
They believed that supernatural phenomena were a kind of supervirus whose target of infection was the world itself.
And in the world they inhabited...
The immune system had completely