In the virtual world, inside a conference room, every Mythology figure in the world had gathered together.
Of course, Zhao Cheng was not among them. This was indeed a conference room belonging to the Civilization Council, and Zhao Cheng was still the Council's chief, possessing the highest power of judgment. But under normal circumstances, he did not participate in its meetings.
At this moment, the thirteen strongest beings born of human civilization were all present.
Li Nishang, Bai Wenshan, Gu Chunyang, Kong Ruque, Lin Buhui, Zhou Yanxi, Yuan Tianjie, Xu Zhengxin, as well as the master of the Red Dust Sect, Zhuge Qing, and the master of the Grand Void, Sun Taixu—of the thirteen, ten Mythology figures had been born in Yanhuang.
The remaining three were the overseas Lord, Sage, and Uranus.
Originally, the gap between the number of Mythology figures in Yanhuang and overseas had not been large.
Just one year ago, Yanhuang had only four active Mythology figures.
At that time, Lin Buhui had still been waiting to die in the Cloud Heaven Lineage, preserving his last breath to sustain the sect's fading glory.
As for Zhou Yanxi, Yuan Tianjie, and Xu Tianzheng, they had merely been Saints, occupying the positions of presidents at the Three Great Universities and diligently cultivating their fields in pursuit of that sliver of fate.
Zhuge Qing and Sun Taixu had not even glimpsed the slightest chance of attaining Mythology.
It was only after a Zhao Cheng emerged that the current situation came to be.
First, he gave Lin Buhui another lifetime. Then came a sermon, fire refining the golden elixir, suddenly bringing about the birth of five Mythology figures.
In the past, such a thing would undoubtedly have been unprecedented—even unimaginable.
Yet in this era, it was no longer much of anything,