In the Central Hall, Lu Yan gazed at the powerful figures from various realms present, a smile playing on his lips.
"You have three more days to consider."
As his words fell, the figure created by the gathered moonlight vanished from the hall.
The influential figures from each faction turned their eyes to Grus, hoping to glean answers from him.
However, as the version fragments collapsed, all in the Land of the Gods completely lost contact with the Gods' Version, becoming natives of the Great Collapse Version.
The will of the Great Collapse Celestial Dao silently integrated into the True Spirits of these survivors from the Land of the Gods, Grus included.
Grus, who had fallen from the Demigod Realm, remained silent for a long time. Once the correction of the Great Collapse Celestial Dao was complete, a strange expression, half-crying, half-smiling, appeared on his face.
"The Land of the Gods, is gone!"
Those mere six words set the Central Hall ablaze.
