Time passed bit by bit.
Three months seemed like a long time, but in truth, it was only that much.
Very soon, the Low-Dimensional Hunting Ground had been in operation for nearly two months.
Yet compared to the flourishing Low-Dimensional Hunting Ground, the entire world seemed exceptionally quiet at this moment.
Every being with even a little sensitivity could sense that something was wrong with the world.
The various divine faiths were all pushing through changes to some extent.
During this process, any destabilizing factor would be swiftly eliminated.
In that regard, the resistance to reform among these divine faiths was actually not so great in this world possibility.
The reason the God of Precepts had faced such great resistance in reforming other world possibilities was because the other divine faiths had not changed much.
But here, every Church was changing to a greater or lesser degree.
Once that atmosphere had formed, everyone could sense something, and their resistance naturally weakened.
Of course, this was also because the reforms undertaken by these gods were not too drastic. They were mostly just reforms to place The Church on a war footing.
"Are the changes I caused also within my perception?" Naimus only felt that his "Divinity" had become increasingly exaggerated.
His understanding of change had even begun to chase after change in reverse.
At this point, it was no longer him trying to understand change. He and change were understanding each other.
At this stage, he could sense changes great and small within this current world possibility.
He could feel the world gradually moving toward its end, the process by which its Source Essence returned to mud, and even roughly know what changes any action he took would bring to the world and universe.
At this point, he could already begin