Qian Yuhan: If Saving Us Is Your Will, Then Please Tell Me... How Do I Survive This Eternal Night?

Poseidon did not move.

Even his breathing remained steady.

The female beast sniffed a few more times. Perhaps she found nothing appealing in the scent of this "kindred," so she turned and walked away.

Only then did Poseidon slowly breathe a sigh of relief inwardly.

Endure it.

Staying alive came first.

Since the Ninth Era, he had cherished his life dearly.

After finally smuggling himself into the Tenth Era and reconstituting the Sea God Godhood,

he could not die.

That was why, when Qian Yuhan decided to attack the Soul Beasts, he had been the only one to oppose it.

Not out of mercy.

Out of fear.

He feared the End Dragon.

The facts proved that his fear had been justified.

During the battle just now, he had hidden at the edge of the battlefield from beginning to end.

He had watched the insect swarm get erased outright by some incomprehensible force, watched the Soul Beasts begin to turn to ash.

He had watched an entire era nearly be overturned by an invisible hand.

And he had also seen that seven-colored pillar of light descend from beyond the world.

The Creator God's root incarnation.

Had descended.

Right in Angel City.

Poseidon's heart nearly stopped.

Then he heard Gu Yuena's words—the omniscient, omnipotent Creator?

Mad, twisted, chaotic. Once awakened, It would destroy the entire era.

He had to hurry and report this intelligence to Qian Yuhan.

He had to tell that woman.

They absolutely could not offend that being, and absolutely could not try to awaken It.

Otherwise, they would all be finished.

Angel City.

The deepest part of the temple.

Qian Yuhan knelt before the throne.

This was the holiest place in Angel City, where Qian Yuhan, the Angel God, received the worship of the masses.

But now, she