That day, humanity once again felt the fear of being dominated by the Deities from Ancient Times.
The camels in the desert restlessly turned their heads and snored, and despite their best efforts, the explorers could not break free from the sandstorm; they looked towards the sky in terror, their pupils reflecting despair and fear.
In the ruins, a father who had just set up a tent pushed his son and daughter inside, and alone he lifted his head and gripped the Soul Blade tightly, warily watching the terrifying God in the sky.
The people in Tebai ancient town desperately squeezed into the space-time transmission array to no avail, and ultimately they put down their Dimensional Transmitters, sharing looks of extremely complex emotions, wondering if they regretted coming to The Third Site to wade into these muddy waters.
The cries of hawkers in the dilapidated alleys abruptly ceased.
The traders' faces turned blank.
In the stone house inn, people anxiously looked up at the sky.