Saine was not particularly familiar with the Creation God of the Light God Race.
Therefore, when the Light God Race's five First Generation Angels flew excitedly before the Creation God, unable to hide their emotions as they poured out the longing and concern they had carried for tens of thousands of years, Saine tactfully refrained from stepping forward to disturb them.
He found a region of the void where the energy currents were relatively stable and sat down cross-legged. Light blue elemental halos flickered around his fingertips as runes carrying combat orders interwove before him, steadily taking shape. He began methodically arranging the subsequent counterattack plans and legion command-and-dispatch schemes.
However, the Creation God of the Light God Race had not overlooked Saine, the young powerhouse of Wizard Civilization who had personally brought him from Eternal Day Time-Space into this Primordial Universe Time-Space.
Measured by the lifespan of ordinary beings, Saine had long since ceased to qualify as "young."
Within Wizard Civilization, he was also a legendary master who had lived through dozens of eras.
Yet compared to an old powerhouse such as the Creation God, one who had likewise been born in the Star Realm—and who had now reached the Level-12 Life Level—Saine could indeed be considered a "junior" before him.
"Master Saine of Wizard Civilization, thank you for lending your aid this time. It was only because of you that I was able to descend smoothly into this Primordial Universe Time-Space."
After gently comforting the five tearful First Generation Angels before him, the Creation God slowly turned and flew toward Saine. His mellow, dignified voice brimmed with sincere gratitude, without the slightest trace of the arrogance expected of a Level-12 Strong Practitioner.
Saine secretly praised him. The other party truly deserved to be an existence capable of leading