Especially Ha Luosa.
If contact with the Divine Realm had not been lost, if this era still retained a complete path to godhood.
He was even confident that he might not fall far short of those legendary figures who had once ascended to the Divine Realm.
He had never doubted that.
Yet the Divine Realm was gone.
Their generation had reached rank ninety-nine, reached demigodhood, reached the level of a quasi-god.
And then there was no road ahead.
It was not a lack of talent, not a lack of insight, not even a lack of accumulated strength.
Instead, the road that should have existed had simply vanished from this era.
For someone who already stood at the very limit of mortal existence, that feeling was even harder to accept than never having had hope at all.
And as he grew older, Ha Luosa's fear of death only deepened.
Not because he was cowardly.
Precisely because he already possessed too much.
Power, status, a long life, strength that countless ordinary beings could only gaze up at.
The more he possessed, the less he could accept the thought that one day, all of it would return to zero.
This era was too bitter.
Ultimate Douluo, quasi-god-those titles sounded imposing, enough to place someone among the very strongest wherever they went.
Yet their lifespans amounted to so little.
A mere two hundred years.
I've already cultivated this far. Why should I still have to die of old age?
There's clearly only one last gate left.
Why did that gate have to disappear completely in our generation?
So Ha Luosa did not care what a god was called.
The True Creator, the Sea God, the Asura God, or even some unknown being he had never heard of.
To him, there was no fundamental difference.