Divine Mountain, the dwelling place of the deities.
Here, the deities ruled everything.
At the summit of Divine Mountain stood thirty-three palaces, representing the thirty-three Main Gods. Countless Dao patterns surrounded the most magnificent palace at the very center, enveloping it like a barrier.
"Do you think that Cang will come?"
An indifferent voice rang out from a white temple.
It was the voice of the God of Light.
"He will. Back at Emperor Mountain, he said he would come. Now that the Human Race has suffered this snow disaster, if he doesn't come, they probably won't have any food to live on next year."
"Heh, as long as he comes, he's certain to die!"
"Exactly. This is Divine Mountain, our home ground, brimming with divine power. No one can match us in a battle here."
"Not to mention the traps Time and Space laid here."
Voices rang out from the various temples one after another.
Over the past few years, they had witnessed the Human Race's development. In just a few short years, the Human Race had flourished under Chu Kuangren's leadership. Not only did the common people live and work in peace and contentment, but large numbers of cultivators were also emerging.
This had made them wary.
If such changes could happen in a few years...
What about thousands or tens of thousands of years?
The Human Race overthrowing the deities' rule might not be mere empty words!
"He's here."
Just then, an indifferent voice rang out.
The Main Gods fell silent for a moment.
The atmosphere seemed to grow somewhat heavy.
Outside Divine Mountain.
A figure wearing a white cloak stepped out of the void.
Chu Kuangren looked at Divine Mountain before him, towering into the clouds and suffused with the overwhelming pressure of vast divine power.