"We've slain a god?"
"We... haven't slain a god."
The ancients were first exhilarated, excited, then became bewildered, followed by confusion, loss, and dejection.
Indeed, the bodies of living beings cannot slay gods.
Only another indescribable Evil God could possibly slay an Evil God.
Only a few beings like the Great Sun God Honourable, the Moon Lord, and the Lord of the Land furrowed their brows, vaguely feeling that something was amiss, but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
What exactly is wrong?
The shadowy figure of darkness did indeed perish at the hands of the Twisted Black River.
"Indeed, what is wrong?" Yiluo Xi pondered, then Yiluo Xi gave up on pondering.
"No, of course it's wrong..." An Jianyou murmured, her eyes reflecting the Netherworld, and history reflected back from the world.
A thread of history is fading.
A thread of history is now set in stone.
"Is this the power of an Evil God?" She clenched her fist.
