When the projection of the entire Present Realm appeared before everyone once more, the conference room had already fallen deathly silent.
Not even breathing could be heard.
The once solemn and immense structure was now covered in cracks, like a glass sphere on the verge of shattering. It was no longer clear and pristine, but stained with traces of filth.
Even more devastating were the many borderlands surrounding the Present Realm... Few remained intact. More than a third had been completely destroyed, while even more had developed enormous ruptures.
They were on the brink of collapse.
Under Mother of Stone's flood, the border defense lines had fulfilled their duty admirably, bearing more than eighty percent of the impact in place of the Present Realm, including the devastation caused by the Ranch Owner.
Not only the collisions and impacts of divine bodies, but also the erosion and pollution of the Abyssal Food Chain.
Throughout the War of All Realms, the number of deaths among those directly involved in combat had already exceeded seven hundred thousand. Even now, an exact count had yet to be completed.
And the people who had died because of the War of All Realms were far too numerous to count. Even now, deaths continued to occur without cease.
Even more harrowing figures had been placed before everyone.
The most immediate one—distortion had surged by three hundred and one percent, while the previously ample correction value had fallen by five hundred and seventy.
They had lost the power to save the world five times over, while the world itself had suffered more than three rounds of destructive distortion and pollution.
It had drawn closer than ever to the threshold of solidification, only a hair's breadth away from irreversible hellification... The only reason it had not crossed that precarious