Heavenly Dao Saints Gone Mad-Were They Finally Going to Survive Doomsday? At the Mountain Peak...

After countless attempts, the five Heavenly Dao Saints died again and again in the game world.

With every death, they had to start over from the very bottom.

They cultivated anew, rebuilt their forces, and built new ships to cross the waters.

For the first few dozen attempts, they each went their own way. None of them accepted the others, and each led their own people forward.

Some tried to withstand the flood with overwhelming magical power. Some tried to relocate the entire Human Race to higher ground before the flood arrived. Others attempted to build a Floating City.

They all failed.

Only later did they realize that fighting alone simply would not work, and they gradually came together to discuss things.

Later still, they compiled all their death counts, the patterns of the rising water level, and the limits of the ships' endurance. In the end, they confirmed one thing.

To survive this World-Destroying Great Flood, they could only rely on numbers.

If the ship was not large enough, it would be smashed apart by the flood.

If there were not enough people, they could not keep the ship running.

No matter how exquisite the formations were or how powerful the magic treasures, they were useless before a flood whose water level kept rising in increments of ten thousand years.

Only enough players working together could withstand that endless onslaught.

Another discovery gave them an even worse headache.

The peak of the Divine Mountain was right there. They could see it just by looking up.

The mountain was absurdly tall. Looking up from the ground, they could only see its waist hidden among the clouds, while everything above was obscured by mist.

Floodwaters raged throughout the game world, but this Divine Mountain alone stood firm as a rock. No