"What's wrong?"
The God of Destruction suppressed his nausea and put away his scepter.
"On that hill over there... something's wrong."
The Goddess of Life lowered her voice.
"There's divine-level activity, and more than one presence."
The God of Destruction followed the Goddess of Life's gaze.
On a hill several dozen miles beyond Sunset Forest.
A large black-and-gold war chariot stood beside a flat rock.
A hazy gray halo spread around its carriage, shielding the entire hill so tightly that not a wisp of the poisonous smoke and swamp gas below could seep through.
One corner of the chariot's curtain was gently lifted.
A black-haired young man in snow-white robes sat inside, holding a cup of tea. His gaze pierced the mountain winds as he watched the gods who had just descended to the mortal world beside the mud pit.
The fluctuations of soul power around this young man were only around rank seventy. He had barely even reached the threshold of a Soul Sage.
Yet four figures stood around the chariot.
Qian Daoliu held the dark-red Asura Divine Sword, Golden Crocodile Douluo carried the blue-and-gold Sea God Trident point-down, Bibi Dong wore the Rakshasa God's armor, and Qian Renxue spread her six angelic wings.
The auras of four rank-one-hundred True Gods joined into one.
"That's... the Asura Divine Sword! And the Sea God Trident!"
The God of Destruction's pupils abruptly contracted, and dark-purple lightning erupted around him.
He understood everything.
Why the Divine Realm Core had shattered, why the timeline had collapsed.
The Super Divine Artifacts and godhoods of the Divine Realm's two great powers had never ascended to the Divine Realm according to the original rules. Instead, these mortals had forcibly intercepted them in the lower realm.
What he found even harder to believe was that the four