The Banquet

Surrounded and practically forced along by a group of gods, Tang Chuan, the Creator, crossed the passageway and arrived above the three-dimensional Main Base where the Associated Body resided—the silver planet.

A banquet had long been prepared here. Just as Tang Chuan had said, they were getting ready to welcome new friends.

The Associated Body was of one mind, and the entire population could immediately spring into action. On the planet where she resided, it already looked like a grand feast was being prepared, with everyone busy welcoming the new arrivals.

The platform in the sky was linked to scenes from each of the planets receiving guests. Technology that transcended spatial barriers and enabled dimensional leaps allowed everything to be seen at a glance.

Not everyone had come to this silver planet. After all, following so many years of development in the Origin Universe, its population had long since reached an astronomical number. One silver planet could not possibly contain them all.

Other than the very few whom Tang Chuan had deliberately teleported to the silver planet, most had appeared at random, arriving throughout the regions inhabited by the Associated Body.

When they looked up, they could all see the gods gathered together amid this spectacular collective migration. However, Tang Chuan had concealed certain details. Gods still needed a little mystique, after all; it was necessary for faith to endure.

By the time Tang Chuan was ushered out by the gods, Kubana and Bonneville had already taken their seats on the aerial platform.

They turned around and saw familiar faces emerging from the gates of light.

The Primordial God of Mystery and Terror.

Dabolo.

Pantheon.

Aethelred.

Tang Chuan.

The Three Little Ones floated around them.

Pantheon was the most carefree of them all. He picked a seat, sat down, grabbed