Faced with the possibility of a True God lurking behind the scenes,
no matter how wary the Transcendent Saints and Main Gods were, they would never entertain the idea of helping others and letting outsiders save them.
Intelligent beings were selfish.
What everyone wanted was simple.
They wanted to enter the True God Realm themselves, contend against it, and become the true masters of this world.
Time passed quickly.
Soon, five years had passed since Version 5.0.
At this moment,
the entire Gods Continent was filled with the stench of smoke and war.
Wars between gods and saints.
Wars between races.
The War of Light and Darkness.
All kinds of slaughter and chaos could be seen everywhere.
Across this once exceedingly fertile land, devastation stretched as far as the eye could see.
Dense piles of bones, corpses, graves, and mass graveyards.
Plague and Ghouls were also running rampant.
Players numbly traveled back and forth between countless quests.
Across the Seven Continents, less than three hundred nautical miles apart, traces of players could be found everywhere, along with the blood and bones beneath their feet.
After the Dawn City Lord became the King of Elves and designated all Elves as Dawn Elves, he had practically withdrawn from the world. Yet every time he appeared, the entire Gods Continent would tremble.
At this time, on the Legendary Continent,
aside from Dawn City, all other cities had been handed over to the players for management.
As for the Dawn Undying Legion—the more than thirteen million players—their name had begun to resound throughout the continent.
Or rather,
as more and more players entered the Epic Realm, and ninety percent entered the Grandmaster Realm, the saints and deities finally began taking them seriously. They started using all kinds of benefits to lure players into serving