In a place even gods found difficult to peer into, there was a motionless mass of water. At its center, a group of wounded soldiers silently recuperated.
These were the Human Pantheon the gods had searched everywhere for without success—or, more precisely, what remained of the Human Pantheon.
The power of Devouring Sky Dog Lefeng's "Fearless Assault" had indeed surpassed all imagination, and the move had completely caught the human gods off guard. Had the Lord of Glory not reacted in time at that critical moment, split off an incarnation to drive the human divine kingdom, Glorious Plains, headlong into the Endless Plains, and used the force of that collision to win a fleeting instant in which to transfer away the human gods and most of their divine servants, that single blow alone would likely have cost the Human Pantheon more than ninety percent of its strength.
But the Lord of Glory truly deserved to be called one of the especially powerful gods. A moment too brief for most gods even to react was already enough for Him. Though the forced severance of their connection to the divine kingdom had left all the human gods seriously wounded and the divine servants utterly dispirited, at least the Human Pantheon had not suffered a fatal blow—merely losing believers, in a war of this scale, was at most an injury to sinew and bone, not something that would kill them on the spot.
Even more fortunately, for some reason, the Lord of Glory had long since prepared a refuge isolated from the outside world, one that even gods would find difficult to locate.
It was just that... He had not anticipated having to cram so many people into it, so it was somewhat crowded.
The divine servants had all fallen asleep. Since the