"What do we do?"
"What else can we do? We're all that's left. We can't just go extinct... We're... gods, after all."
They used to think they were gods, so dignity had been important. Now they still thought they were gods, but how could gods go extinct? Therefore, life was important...
Their way of thinking had undergone a tremendous change.
No matter how the Ancient Gods speculated, they all felt they could not grasp Mo Qiong's thoughts at all.
This human was no longer someone they could see through.
Mo Qiong's strength at this moment made them feel as if they were facing the heavens.
Just like the title of Black Emperor: black was the color of the profound, and the profound was the heavens—deep and boundless.
Saying nothing had surpassed saying everything.
When a person jumped into a raging fire, they would be burned to death. This common knowledge must have been recognized only after someone had actually fallen into a fire in the earliest days.
Once one person was burned to death, everyone else gained the experience.
But who would volunteer to be the test subject? Would they die if they returned to their Divine Bodies? They didn't know. All they knew was that if they did nothing, they were still alive for the time being.
The invisible pressure and unknown fear made none of them willing to become their companions' data points.
This was not despair. Instead, it gave them a sense of security.
Just as in the primeval wilderness, amid lightning, thunder, and rampaging beasts, humans huddled in caves knowing that although it was cold and dark inside, it was still the only safe place they had.
The Ancient God Swords watched from within that sense of security, looking at Gaia outside, who had not been