As the Supreme God of Creation and Order spread his hand open, a human corpse lay exposed in his palm. Li's expression changed drastically. Though the remains were incomplete, he could still vaguely make out the appearance of Jehovah, the one who had just escaped...
Everyone else's expressions changed drastically as well.
The Eastern Emperor frowned. "Wouldn't this be inappropriate? If he dies, the West will be left without anyone in charge."
"It does not matter. Each of you has countless incarnations, and every plane under your jurisdiction has its own incarnation of you, does it not?" Ankhseram said slowly. "Although the death of the original body means those incarnations have basically lost the possibility of further development, it no longer has any meaning now. After all, dying sooner or later is still dying."
Upon hearing Ankhseram's words, the Eastern Emperor's face suddenly drained of color. "My lord, you mean...?"
"The commotion you caused on the Dimensional Battlefield was too great. Those above have already noticed." Ankhseram said, "You must understand how we came to exist in this world in the first place."
The Eastern Emperor slowly closed his eyes. "So our days are numbered?"
Ankhseram nodded gently. "Eastern Emperor, you are the smartest among them, because you never believed yourself to be so much nobler than the people here. The great calamity is approaching. Everyone here will be reduced to dust, without leaving behind even the slightest trace. Even the four of us will likely return to our most primordial state of rules. As for you... people will likely remember only your incarnations."
The monkey leaped out. "Boss Ankhseram, is there really no turning point in this?"
"No." Ankhseram sighed. "I called you all here this time simply to tell you this: do whatever you need to do. Since