Located between existence and nonexistence, reality and illusion, spirit and matter, the spirit world and reality, was a vast, boundless space.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The bells rang of their own accord as one mighty figure after another, each as imposing as the sun, descended here and simply sat cross-legged within the chaos where up and down, past and present, east, west, north, and south could not be distinguished.
Among them, those active enough in the Material World to be barely recognizable included:
"Sea Monster Mother" Ecto, "Disease Angel" Beelzebub, "God of Funerals" Sinotoglis, "Icy Monarch" Mordigian, and "Justice Angel" Ai Huote.
More than a dozen demigods or angels revealed their complete Mythical Forms, some magnificent and some horrifying. Their bodies shimmered with light as endless laws and principles intertwined and collided within them.
Yet before the towering blood-red radiance at the very center, the splendor of every Great Existence lost its color. It was an incarnation of a true god, the "Atrocity Angel," with six crimson wings.
Here.
There was no sound of conversation, much less the pointless pleasantries of lowly humans. Yet torrents of thought surged and roared like lightning.
"The Fifth Epoch Tonatiuh Civilization, the Fourth Epoch Zong Deli Like, the Third Epoch Muria Civilization, the Second Epoch Yi Ekoteer, the First Epoch Gendaya Civilization, and—
This is our only chance."
"The arrangements in the Mortal World have now been preliminarily completed. The 'Lowland Republic' is our foundation and a forward base for assimilating the nations of the Old Continent, while the 'Golden Palm Federation' is an experimental field for rapidly driving the tide forward."
"Everyone, we must advance together.
Collect enough nails as quickly as possible. Only those surviving descendants in a state neither alive nor dead can truly allow us to build the Mythical Warship ·