The brand-new Cosmos had already devoured the void, wrapping around everyone.
Fresh air, all living things, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, Hongmeng Divine Beasts, were all being nurtured on this land.
They were incomparably powerful; every single one of them was born at the Ninth Tier.
But at this very moment, no one cared about this Super Universe, made incomparably fertile by the fall of countless Creators.
"They've started fighting?"
The gods in the Divine Hall stared at the seemingly calm sky.
Ananke shouted, "We can't see it, why can't we see anything? There should be some movement at least!?"
"No."
The Black God whispered, "When Concealment covers everything, all the aftershocks of battle are also concealed and vanish; any stir will cease to exist."
"Then what do we do?" the burly God of Chaos beside him shouted.
"There's only one way." The Black God looked at the God of Concealment beside him. "Take us into the concealed world."
