After saying that, the man's entire body turned into sunlight and vanished.
The expressions of everyone left behind seemed unchanged, as though they had not taken the messenger's words to heart.
With the situation still unclear, no one made an immediate choice.
The Sun God might not lie, but there were plenty of ways to kill someone without lying.
Making a rash decision in such circumstances was irresponsible toward one's own life.
They snapped out of their joy at regaining freedom and being reborn.
They began considering their current predicament, and their gazes inevitably turned toward Naimus. They waited for him to speak, wanting to know how he would persuade them now.
"If you want to leave, then leave." Yet unexpectedly, Naimus said nothing more. He merely shook his head and returned to the pit.
Everyone watched Naimus return to the pit, then sit cross-legged by the mudflat, as though waiting for something—or perhaps thinking about something.
The more than ten thousand survivors quickly divided into several groups and began discussing matters.
They analyzed the Land of Slumber, the possible changes in this world's fate, whether the Sun God harbored any ill intent toward them, and so on.
In the end, they discussed what to do: whether they should leave this place.
"We can't determine what the outside world is like. I have a bad feeling about it," Thirteen said.
Logically speaking, as a divine Saint, as long as his counterpart in this era was still alive, he should have been able to establish communication.
He could then contact his counterpart and become his counterpart's Super Saint, or lurk in the shadows and wait for a chance to seize the Divinity for himself.
But now, he could not contact anything at all.
If he went out under these circumstances, Thirteen