Those called rebels were driven by ideals.
Those called defenders of order were driven by life.
Right and wrong, light or darkness—it truly was hard to say.
Yet every individual existence had its own position. Where one was born, whom one served, the closeness or distance of one's relationships, one's personal likes and dislikes...
All thought had, at its root, a stance founded upon the "self."
Across all eternity, throughout the ten directions, no one could be an exception.
If gods possessed a "self," then gods too had selfish desires.
For example, at this moment, everyone on Central Mountain, regardless of how they felt within, had to stand against Chaos and help Zhu Jiuyin defend Central Mountain. For this was the ground of life and death, the place upon which survival or extinction rested.
Because Chaos wanted to kill them. And Zhu Jiuyin, who obeyed the rules of the Mountain and Sea Realm, had to respect their lives.
That was one's stance. The position one's ass sat in determined the way one's head thought.
The same was true for those mountain gods and sea gods who had descended wielding the power of their divine abodes.
They wanted stable lives and were unwilling to take risks, so without question, they stood against Chaos.
But that opposition had its limits. If they were unwilling to risk the world's collapse, how willing could they be to risk their lives fighting Chaos's side?
Now Zhu Jiuyin had played such a move.
It had linked their lives and deaths to Central Mountain's divine light barrier, making it impossible for them to merely show up without putting in any real effort.
"Your so-called achievements are built upon piles of bones! Your so-called world order is nothing more than preserving this monotonous prison. You are willing to