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The records of this world spoke of something called Primordial Void Creation.
Even the Virtual Realm's setting included the story of Primordial Void Creation.
It went something like this: at some point in the Sacred Realm, the gods would descend again.
These gods did not mean the Light God Clan. They were beings from the many myths passed down in this world: mighty, righteous deities, perhaps, but also evil devils and demons, or even terrifying magical beasts.
When these powerful ancient gods descended, they would plunge the world into chaos and calamity. The entire world would inevitably change once more, as it had at the dawn of creation. That was Primordial Void Creation.
The appearance of the gods' phantoms marked the beginning of Primordial Void Creation!
At first, Diabolo had taken the legend for nothing more than the imaginings of this world's prophets. But when he saw the scene before him, his expression changed drastically.
The immense sacred energy erupting from the city poured into the Virtual Realm. Within that radiant energy, faint figures resembling members of the Light God Clan began to emerge.
He could make out all kinds of legendary beings of light: angels, Light Divine Beasts, and even the righteous deities of this plane's myths.
More importantly, the sorrow that had been absorbed earlier seemed to have been stirred up as well. It gathered in a hazy mass, radiating grief, as though it were about to form a deity embodying sorrow.
Yet none of the strange changes inside the Virtual Realm affected reality. No one noticed the bizarre phenomenon.