"This is impossible!" An exclamation rang out.
Then it was instantly erased.
Naimus walked upon this land, all changes happening around him, countless things reconstructed and manifested.
"Change is possibility!" Naimus said with a smile.
The Borderlands were merely a place that allowed the Mythical Breed to let loose and allowed gods to stretch out their hands slightly, far from reaching the point where gods could descend directly.
Yet Naimus had descended just like this, forcibly.
The border phenomenon was change, and change could be driven and controlled by Naimus.
Amidst this change, Naimus, having walked the Path of the Old Gods, could move about upon it completely.
Just as before, when the Earth Church was not so closely connected to the Material Plane due to some special reasons, Naimus had still been able to insert a wisp of his consciousness and divine power in.
Now, Naimus could naturally complete a true 'divine descent'!
Walking upon this land.
The previously arrogant Mythical Breed, the layouts of various gods, all hostile powers, and even the Earth Calamity fluctuated and lay dormant accordingly.
They were not necessarily weaker than Naimus, but in this land, the power they could mobilize fell far short of Naimus.
They discovered that in a battle against Naimus, proxy wars must absolutely never be fought.
Otherwise, defeat was certain.
Because in proxy wars, power needed to be transmitted through change.
And the transmission of Gold-tier power could be directly cut off by Naimus, the God of Fiction.
As for the transmission of Mythical-tier power, which involved the rules of the gods, although Naimus had no way to completely restrict it, the changes in power transmission were restricted so tightly that only a trace of essential power flowed through.
In other words, in front of Naimus, the more places