At the same time, at such a critical juncture, Yanhuang and a handful of other places, thanks to their earlier actions, had temporarily beaten back the Doomsday Cult's rampant momentum.
But in more places overseas, that shared dream had abruptly evolved into a "carnival."
In truth, whether it was the end of the world or not had never been all that important. Some people had merely found an excuse to vent their brutality.
That was all!
As for the prisons, many arrested cult leaders and core members had actually begun openly preaching to their fellow inmates, even to the prison guards.
Without that dream, no matter how eloquent they were, they could not have incited these people. But with the dream laying the groundwork, many had begun to waver.
As for many of those at the top, they had initially scoffed at the apocalypse and not believed in it at all. But now, they were wondering whether offering up their faith might allow them to escape the coming apocalyptic purge.
To them, faith was worth nothing. On the contrary, precisely because they possessed so much, they were even more unwilling to lose it.
At this critical moment, the upper echelons of human governments all received an email. Its general contents stated that, in response to the evil god incident, a Universal Conference would be convened. Every nation was required to send representatives. Those who failed to attend would be deemed to have automatically forfeited all future rights and would be punished accordingly.
The email was signed by Zhao Cheng.
Had it not borne that final signature, or had only a few countries received it, it might have been dismissed as some hacker's prank.
But at this moment, no one thought the email was fake.
What drew even more attention was