Before the Age of Man came the time when the gods had not yet fallen, when the deities held dominion.
Tracing back further, in that distant era, of the Three Great Blockades that now made up the world, only the iron law of All Things Return to Death existed. The Pioneer Society had not even been conceived, and all phenomena moved under the gods' control.
The prosperity and cruelty of that age had long since been recounted and passed down by countless figures in the many myths that survived to the present day.
At that time, East Xia, Rome, the Norse, Greece, the Aztec, Sumerian, and countless more gods and figures had yet to leave the stage.
To seize destiny, to fulfill destiny, to escape destiny—the wars and alliances between the gods cycled without end, until they finally laid the foundation for the bitter fruit of their downfall.
Among the many gods, when it came to foresight and preparation, the Norse, who first made the Apocalypse Forecast, were undoubtedly unmatched. When it came to adaptability, it was Greece and Rome, those two pantheons bound together by countless ties. When it came to cruelty and conflict, it was the Aztec, who slaughtered one another even internally and replaced their Sun God six times. And when it came to order and stability, the nearly unbroken Myriad Worlds Lineage of the Dongxia Lineage was certainly second to none...
Yet even among such a diverse multitude of gods, the Indian Pantheon was an utter freak.
Whether that description was praise or insult, even later generations could not reach a verdict. The reason was simple... the Indic gods were just too wild.
Wild enough to make people uneasy.
When it came to having fun, the Indic gods were truly experts. They could play, knew how