The figure in the central seat, Wu Wang, leaned forward, resting his chin on his clasped hands as he spoke. "There are a few promising ones, true," he admitted, a flicker of pride tinged with doubt in his eyes.
"But the standards on God's Land are not small. Even if they have destiny seeds, it's still unweakened until the Divine Spirit Tree can connect with the Eternal God Tree."
"Still," he continued, glancing at the others, "I guess there are already many children those that newly awakened their destiny seeds are on their way to Blue Star with the other Gods that are coming. It should give us an opportunity to see if they can handle the pressure."
The dragon figure snorted, "Ah, but those from the God Lands—born with power, raised in it—rarely leave any room for competitors. They'd sooner see an outsider as prey rather than a peer."
Wu Wang nodded, unperturbed. "That is exactly what I need to see. If they cannot rise above this, then they have no business coming to God's Land. It would be a kindness to leave them in their own realms rather than throw them into a crucible they're unprepared for."
The woman arched an eyebrow, folding her arms with a slight smile. "Regardless, that's not the topic of our gathering. Based on the information I've collected, there are at least three to four True Gods, on their way to Blue Star now."
"I also suspect, there might be more than twenty Demi Gods following them," The room quieted at the woman's words, a tense ripple passing through the assembled deities.
Even Orion's relaxed expression stiffened, and Wu Wang's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening as he processed the information.
She paused, scanning the expressions of those around her before continuing. "Although it's called Backup, once they all reach the Blue Star, our current situation will become unstable; they will undoubtedly want to eat a portion of the pie, not much different from Nightmare Gods."
Wu Wang tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, his gaze focused and cold. "They won't come without ambition."
"The Nightmare Gods have already set a dangerous precedent. If more True Gods arrive and claim dominion over territories, they'll carve Blue Star into factions, forcing us into uneasy alliances—or worse."
"Goddess Ye may keep them in check to a degree," the woman continued, her voice low. "But even her presence cannot ensure they won't seize territory the moment they find an opening."
Orion looked at her sharply. "So, you're suggesting we counter them?"
"Yes," she replied firmly. "We need our own True Gods or those capable of ascending to that status. Without a force equal to theirs, they'll simply take what they want." Her gaze shifted to Wu Wang. "Brother, you, Captain, and Orion are the strongest among us. If anyone could—"
Wu Wang shook his head. "Even I am, without the help of Eternal God Tree, not sure enough to cross the threshold of True God."
A chill ran through him as he sensed the peculiar aura of this place—it was undeniably close to the void, perhaps even built on its edge, with chaotic energy vibrating through the air.
As he took a step forward, a system prompt flashed across his vision, warning him in its stern, neutral tone.
[System Prompt:
You have entered the safe area, where fights are prohibited, and you will be expelled if you violate the rules!
]
The notification lingered in his mind, as he glanced around, taking in the vastness of the city and the wide, cobblestone street that stretched endlessly in front of him.
However, contrary to his expectations, the streets were nearly deserted.
The air was still, and only the soft whisper of the wind broke the silence, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Here and there, he spotted a handful of humans and a few other races, their figures casting long shadows against the ancient stonework.
As soon as Ram appeared, all eyes turned toward him simultaneously. A chill ran down his spine under the weight of their scrutiny.
He frowned slightly but kept his composure, refusing to let their stares unnerve him. Ignoring the sensation of being a spectacle, he strode purposefully toward one of the humans standing nearby.
The man looked to be in his late thirties, wearing a long cloak that flowed behind him, with a weathered face.
"Excuse me," Ram began, his voice steady. "I'm new here. Can you tell me where I can find more information about this city? Perhaps some trading posts?"
The man studied him for a moment, eyes narrowing as if assessing Ram's intentions. Then, with a slight nod, he gestured toward a faraway building and spoke, his voice rough, like a living dead.
"That's the Exchange Hall. You'll find traders, information, and possibly other Lords looking to recruit." His tone was clipped but not unfriendly. "Alas, another newcomer, I don't know how long he can survive."