Order Will Finally Sprout Amidst Chaos

The Water Lizard and the Giant Moth were both stunned.

They had originally planned to flee upon seeing how ferocious the other party was.

But then what?

After beating the Giant Serpent within an inch of its life, that creature actually reached out and made a gesture that any being with hands would recognize.

It beckoned.

The general meaning was for them to come over.

Come over for what? To fight?

Underestimating us? Thinking we can't beat it?

Wasn't that too arrogant?

The Water Lizard was the first to grasp this implication.

After all, the other party had just defeated a big fellow, and now beckoning to them—wasn't that clearly a sign of contempt and provocation?

Telling us to come over? Then beat us again?

What a joke?

This guy really looked down on us, didn't he?

Though the Water Lizard hesitated, many of its subjects were watching. Could it afford to show weakness?

It had its pride to uphold, even if it didn't quite know what "pride" meant.

In short, it couldn't let its subjects think it was afraid of the other party.

So, the next moment.

"Roar!"

The Water Lizard let out a skyward bellow, and all the surrounding water converged around it in an instant.

Just as the Water Lizard was about to spar with the Giant Beast across from it, it saw the other party roar as well.

However, its roar wasn't particularly loud; instead, it gestured with its hands, waving them back and forth.

It was as if it was saying, "I'm not looking for a fight with you"?

Was it scared?

The Water Lizard felt a bit baffled. What exactly did the other party want?

Hesitant, the Water Lizard looked up at the Giant Moth in the sky.

The Giant Moth in the air was equally confused.

It had no idea what the Giant Beast on the ground was trying to do.

Could it be that after defeating the Giant Serpent, it was exhausted and afraid that the moth and the water-dweller would attack it, so it planned to share the meat with them?

The dim-witted ancient beast thought for a long moment and finally arrived at this seemingly reasonable conclusion.

With that thought, the Giant Moth's eyes lit up.

Yes, that must be it. The other party was already spent, and its show of strength now was just a facade.

Sharing the meat?

That worked!

And even if it had misunderstood, it didn't matter—it could still fly. As long as it kept a safe distance, it could just turn around and flee.

The Giant Moth wasn't fond of fighting.

In fact, it was rather timid. Most of its life had been spent on islands overseas, with little conflict.

So, by instinct, it was reluctant to fight other Giant Beasts.

Even if it won, what then? Getting hurt would still hurt.

Ever since it was wounded and fled from a Giant Beast on the other side of the ocean millions of years ago, it had rarely emerged.

This time, it only came out because its subjects used pictures to tell it that there was a Giant Beast fight and it might seize the chance to snatch some Blood Food.

It hadn't seen a mutual destruction outcome; instead, it saw a brute with immense strength who could spit fire.

That was terrifying.

If it could spit fire, how could the moth still snatch anything? Wouldn't it become a target when flying low?

So, earlier, seeing how terrifying Kangqiao was, the Giant Moth had already planned to flee.

But now, the situation was different.

Since the other party was inviting it to share the meal, what was there to dislike about that?

Free food!

So, after a moment's thought, the Giant Moth was the first to fly toward Kangqiao.

Seeing the Giant Moth heading toward the other party, the Water Lizard in the water paused for a moment, then cautiously followed along the current.

The three Giant Beasts drew closer to one another, a sight that left the surrounding races utterly stunned.

"Good heavens, what exactly is the God of Lava trying to do? Why has our Mother Goddess gone over there? Are they going to fight?"

Beneath the night sky, several Mosquito People elders in the air began discussing among themselves, both worried and brimming with curiosity.

"They probably won't fight, right?"

One Mosquito Person spoke with a tone of uncertainty: "That God of Lava just waved—maybe He wants to discuss something with our Mother Goddess?"

"After all, gods are the greatest beings; they must have some mysterious way of communicating. So I think this isn't something us mortals can casually speculate about. What do you all think?"

"Also, look—the God of Water is heading over too!"

"Wow, that's true. Good heavens, what am I witnessing? The ancient gods are gathering for the first time, and it seems they intend to discuss something."

"This is so thrilling! I have to record this sacred and magnificent moment!"

A young Mosquito People elder exclaimed in astonishment, his eyes lighting up as he pulled a shell from his waist to begin his clan's art.

He would record this scene and let all mortals know of this great day!

Maybe then he'd become famous himself?

Just thinking about it made this Mosquito Person tremble with excitement.

"A gathering of gods—this might even change the endless conflict among the races that has lasted for millennia."

An eldest, wisest Mosquito Person suddenly murmured, his eyes fixed intently on the distance with excitement.

Though the Mosquito People are inherently weaker in physique and strength than most Extraordinary Races in this world, they are far more intelligent than the others.

Their minds are expansive, naturally optimistic, and while they can be somewhat arrogant and meddlesome, that's not entirely a bad thing.

And it is precisely this that has made them crucial in this era of mutual hostility and language barriers among the races—they pioneered methods of communication, becoming a key source of information for other clans.

Through vivid paintings, they can most intuitively convey their meaning to other races, which also laid a certain historical foundation and significance for the eventual emergence of a unified script in this world.

At this moment, these Mosquito People may not yet know the importance of their clan's contribution to the civilization of this world, but they will in time.

The Shark People and Dinosaur People were mostly discussing among themselves as well.

They debated what would ultimately come of the three gods gathering.

But no matter what happened, they mortals could change nothing.

They could only watch and wait quietly for the final outcome.

The Serpent People had been defeated; some began to flee wildly, like headless flies, desperate to get away.

But many Serpent People, after calming down, stubbornly watched from the outskirts.

Their god had lost, but surely hadn't died.

After all, under the heat-sensing vision of serpent eyes, their god's body temperature was still warm, and the heart area continued to beat and rise.

So they would wait, wait for the final curtain.

The God of Lava hadn't killed their god—there must be a reason. Since He didn't kill at the start, perhaps He wouldn't later?

Could that god really be so merciful?

The Serpent People were uneasy, but now they could only wait like this. They didn't want to die, and they dared not offend that mighty god.

So, without abandoning their own god, they truly had nothing left but to wait.

And even if they fled now, what use would it be?

Without a god's protection, they would eventually be wiped out anyway.

In this barbaric age, in this era of 'man eating man,' to beg for an enemy's mercy?

Only the most foolish would think that way, wouldn't they?

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