Corrupt Divine Kingdom
After coming to his senses, Gao Gong quickly cleared most of the people from the scene.
The NPCs were simple: they went back wherever they had come from.
The players were even simpler. Gao Gong tossed out various faction quests, and the players happily accepted them, without the slightest idea whether they could complete those quests.
After all, the players had already received their "rewards" in advance, giving these Fourth Disasters plenty of motivation to work.
They had no idea that the essence of these "rewards" was actually the containers Gao Gong himself needed.
When the noisy players and functional NPCs withdrew like a tide, this "divine kingdom," which should have been rotten and depraved, instead revealed its most fundamental appearance.
What filled the air might no longer have been clamor, but a deeper, thicker silence, along with Gao Gong's soundless, absolute will that controlled everything.
Huang Yuanli continued to keep her eyes lowered and her mind calm.
After freeloading a "Divine Pillar" position and pulling off something huge, she was being quite honest now.
The air in the great hall—if this medium, mixed with pheromones, metabolic gases, and faint gravitational ripples, could still be called "air"—suddenly grew heavy.
It was not an increase in weight in the physical sense, but a tilt in the level of existence.
It was as if the entire Corrupt Temple, along with the divine kingdom beneath it, and even the spacetime surrounding the temple, had all bent slightly toward some central point.
All ongoing cycles of corruption, the flow of information, and even the unconscious biological rhythms of the gods sensed the same fact at that exact moment:
The Divine King had cast his gaze over.
Gao Gong's gaze fell upon the "Mad Evolutionary."
It was not a physical gaze, but