They hadn't made such a demand. David had also said quite a bit about Mo Qiong.
It was just that they hadn't believed him earlier, thinking it was all an illusion. They were still trapped in the hands of the Sun God.
Everything happening now was merely another newly developed form of soul torture.
After all, leaving World Creation Mountain and the ancient gods submitting were both utterly unbelievable.
From their perspective, it was understandable that they didn't believe everything the Blue White Society said, or everything they saw before their eyes.
They were essentially like soldiers captured by the enemy during World War II, suddenly transported to the twenty-first century and told that World War II had been won. In an unfamiliar environment, they would still remain vigilant as they had during the war, questioning everything.
But Mo Qiong displayed astonishing strength. After seeing the ancient gods seething with rage yet afraid to speak, and showing the same despair and helplessness that humans had once displayed before the ancient gods—
They believed it. What the Blue White Society had said was true.
Because even if this was an illusion, the ancient gods would never use their dignity to deceive them.
In fact, they had already suspected during the battle that this might not be an illusion, but a real scene. The Mother Universe's suppression of magic was unique, and the ancient gods could not imitate it.
With all these factors combined, they finally realized that this was now humanity's era.
"The war... is won..." Emperor Yan's daughter Sang dropped to her knees with a thud. Her hands dug fiercely into the soil, and her eyes brimmed with tears.
"We're back." The other rebels were also dazed. They all felt as though they had been struck senseless by an enormous