If one looked down from high above,
the long, narrow Jingyuan Continent resembled a crescent moon.
Yet the great canyon in its middle split Jingyuan Continent in two.
The north was occupied by True Martial Practitioners, while in the south huddled the Myriad Gods Kingdom, which had once swept across several continents.
Through a tacit mutual understanding, the two had reached a delicate balance.
That balance depended not only on their regular battles, but also on the intentions of their respective leaders.
And now, that balance seemed finally about to reach its end.
The Myriad Gods Kingdom.
Inside the enormous Mother God Divine Hall, the atmosphere had grown unbearably heavy.
All the remaining evil gods were present, their profound presences spreading through the hall. More than half held divine ranks above first rank, yet all stared with grave expressions at the only true leader here: Mother God.
"Many True Martial Practitioners have already been spotted at sea. They mean to keep every last one of us here! Mother God, a decision must be made now!"
"Do we leave or fight?"
A jackal-headed evil god spoke in a low voice, tinged with anger and anxiety.
But Mother God's voice from within the placenta remained largely unruffled.
She replied calmly:
"There is no escape. So long as we remain in this realm, with the sheer numbers of those who follow the True Martial Dao, they will find us sooner or later."
"And their potential is limitless. They improve at every moment, while our ceiling is fixed. Today's outcome was decided long ago."
"Are we supposed to wait here for them to destroy us?"
Mother God's indifferent response immediately stirred discontent among some of the evil gods.
Jackal-Head God could not help speaking again:
"Our deaths would not matter, but if all the