Ethereal and formless, Green had not experienced the sensation of sneaking in for slaughter like this in a very long time.
The many divine gathering places Green had detected lay along the edge of Ladder Mountain, within the continental Divine Spirit System territory that gradually stretched out between the Underworld God System and the Evil God System.
Northern scenery: a thousand miles sealed in ice, ten thousand miles swept by drifting snow.
The Extreme Abyss Magic Staff in Green's right hand had completely merged with the ice and snow here, like an elf dancing amid snowflakes. The Devil Ancestor's Arm, which had once accompanied Green's growth and witnessed his gradual rise from an insignificant little wizard of the Wizard World into one of its leaders, was increasingly fading into history as Green's Truth-Balance Magic Staff took shape day by day.
Rustle, rustle...
The Truth Book in Green's left hand turned its pages, recording countless overlooked details behind Green's success. As a medium connected to the Forgetting World, it sounded like a cheerful melody in Green's ears.
His tricolored light eyes perceived truth—erudite, profound, mysterious, majestic. Under Green's gaze, all things were stripped of their outer appearances through layer upon layer of data attributes, their essence laid bare.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... one hundred and thirty-two, one hundred and thirty-three."
In a low, hoarse murmur, Green circled Snow Wolf Peak, counting the high-grade lifeforms gathered here.
Any existence capable of entering Green's field of vision was necessarily already a Lower God, corresponding to the level of a World Lord. There were one hundred and thirty-three in total. At times, outsiders summoned by the Demonflame Gushadi Wolf God would arrive; at other times, some would leave. Overall, the number of gods had always remained above one hundred.