More than half a year was undoubtedly enough time for people to forget far too many things.
The disappearance of Nine Heavens Sovereign and Heartless True Person had undoubtedly caused a massive shock. Everyone, whether among the Thirty-Three Alien Races or in the Mythical Realm, had grown tense. Though the current situation favored the alien races, especially at the middle and lower levels, where the Mythical Realm could be said to have suffered a complete rout.
Yet everyone knew that once a full-scale war broke out, the middle and lower levels would be utterly meaningless.
A slaughter at merely the level of Limit Great Luo would be enough to turn the vast Heavenly Court into scorched earth, with corpses strewn everywhere.
As for Saints taking action, that would undoubtedly be even more terrifying.
This was no longer the ancient era, no longer the Primordial World where the Heavenly Dao held sway. If Saints truly erupted into battle, the entire Heavenly Court would likely be soaked in blood, corpses would form great rivers, and everyone would be drawn into the tribulation.
Fortunately, although the atmosphere had once been stretched taut, both sides clearly understood the consequences they would face if war began.
This was not something that could be dealt with merely by preparing for all those below to die.
They had to be prepared for the possibility that they themselves might perish.
After all, the other side was not weak. Once they began fighting for their lives, someone would always be dragged down with them.
The Thirty-Three Alien Races directly sounded the alarm, and everyone began making preparations. Though no one knew whether such preparations would be meaningful, no one dared slack off.
This situation lasted for more than a month before finally easing.
Since no great war had broken