Feiluo's Divine Kingdom.
Before the Divine Palace plaza, World Lords and Domain Lords waited.
Suddenly, a World Lord received a message. Then the others received it too.
"What? All thirteen spatial passages have shattered? Our way back is blocked?"
Just now, the monitors at the spatial passage entrances had noticed something unusual and immediately sent the information over.
With the Divine Kingdom reviving, it was normal for something to happen.
Still, having their retreat cut off left everyone uneasy.
Only Meng Jin and Ne'aosi at the very front remained still, their expressions calm.
That helped everyone settle down.
At worst, these elites of the Human God Society would be forced to launch the Drifting Plan ahead of schedule.
With sufficient resources in reserve, they would have no problems themselves.
Their greatest concern was actually that the remaining members in the Secret Realm would be affected by their absence.
However, the Human God Society's predecessor, the Real Person Society, had developed gradually from nothing.
As long as the system within that Secret Realm remained unchanged, even if they all perished, successors would emerge in the future,
inheriting their cause of resistance.
Humanity's pursuit of freedom would never cease.
Once that pursuit was lost, it meant people were no longer people, but merely slaves.
"We just don't know what exactly happened."
As unease spread, a figure emerged from the Divine Palace.
Seeing him, the members of the Human God Society immediately widened their eyes.
"President."
"Teacher."
"Human God!"
"Is it really you, Teacher?" Ne'aosi trembled slightly as he immediately stepped forward and reached out a hand, wanting to confirm whether this was an illusion.
"Is this the surprise he meant?" Meng Jin murmured, his expression utterly complicated.
Dongguan had contacted him through Yana.
After sending over the information Dongguan needed, Meng Jin