Ouroboros... was dead.
Of course, no one believed this great existence, capable of crossing World Lines and devouring the Sixfold Hell, had fallen so easily. Even without more information, Multistar knew it had completely surpassed the concept of a living creature. It was an existence on par with the Void Realm, a truly undying Eternity.
But at least in this moment, Ouroboros, which had descended here in an attempt to further contaminate the Sixfold Hell, seemed to have truly been annihilated by their concentrated fire.
Everyone knew it would surely return. This world was still in mortal danger, and the time it took to revive might be only a few years, a few decades, or even a few centuries... But what artificers needed was precisely this small buffer of time.
If civilization was a spiral ascent, then the previous thousand years had all been civilization's trough. The intensity of war had been suppressed to its lowest point, the competition between the Five Nations had been almost nonexistent, and after the Six Great God Lords suppressed the gods for 1,668 years, both the mortal realm and Heaven had reached a bottleneck.
And now that the Void Realm Seventh Layer had been born and the Five Nations had reunited, this was the turning point of artificer civilization. The long trough was about to rebound, and everyone from mortals to gods realized that the next hundred years would be an era of great struggle filled with infinite possibilities.
Multistar, who was one step ahead, might not necessarily be the one laughing at the end. A new artificer who had just stepped into the Void Realm at this moment might well step into the God Realm in a few years... This was not some wild fantasy, but the very past the God Lords had