The gods’ defeat had sealed the fate of Kun’s territory.

This world, which was still isolated within the Barrier, was forcefully remodeled. The system of faith was forcibly dismantled while the gods squirreled themselves away, attempting to survive on the little faith that their divine kingdoms still provided them with.

At the same time, the human race of the Origin Realm embarked on a widespread crusade, wiping out any organizations of faith that they encountered.

On Holy West Mountain.

This mountain had once belonged to the Lord of Light.

And after the Lord of Light had fallen, the Moon Goddess Mila had designated this location as one of her holy lands for worshippers to congregate at.

Countless geniuses had been produced at this location, and inheriting a church was always a blessing. The records and writings contained here would not at all be out of place in a large library. The artistic statues, oil paintings, and other aspects of the fine arts produced here were also innumerable.

Even so, all of this was useless in battle. The weakness and frailness of the worshippers here had been fully exposed.

Just outside the window, sounds of battle could be heard, and thick plumes of smoke filled the sky.

Jig the Fourteenth clung to the Moon Goddess...