Ancient gods were extremely troublesome enemies.
Most Contained Objects had particularly unsolvable aspects, but once their weaknesses were identified, they could be defeated in a single strike.
Ancient gods, however, were more well-rounded. One could say they had weaknesses everywhere, but one could also say they had no weaknesses at all. After all, humans were simply too weak.
Seeing Mo Qiong send away so many ancient gods in one breath, Tai Feng said to Aton, "That's right. He really did send everyone out of World Creation Mountain."
Aton said, "It's also possible that the information super-object took them in."
"No. I have absolute mental communication with Hydra, and as far as we know, only World Creation Mountain can block that kind of communication," Tai Feng said.
Aton said coldly, "So what? Thousands of years have passed outside, and you know that the existence of the Blue White Society has created even more information super-objects."
"So it wouldn't be surprising if someone appeared who could break World Creation Mountain's iron law," Tai Feng said.
Aton pointed at Mo Qiong and said to Tai Feng, "I don't want to be ambushed by humans the moment I get out. I'd rather spend another ten million years grinding away at his will!"
"Just like Emperor Yan's child."
Unlike the other gods, he still had energy equivalent to that of a small star.
That much energy would be enough for him to hold out for another few tens of millions of years. If he merely lingered on, he might even live another one or two hundred million years.
Such an immensely long period was beyond human imagination. Aton was willing to spend that time patiently taming humanity.
However, Tai Feng said, "You've tormented Emperor Yan's child for thirty trillion years already. And what came of