The crystalline sound of Cleo’s divine kingdom shattering spelled out his doom.

By the time snow stopped falling from the sky, the sound of pious chanting could no longer be heard within the divine kingdom. The battle had come to a close.

Su Chen stepped out of the destroyed microcosm, as if he had returned to his home realm.

However, his expression was quite strange.

It was as if he had encountered something unexpected in this fight.

After some thought, he said, “This matter has been concluded. Return to your former duties.”

The group of soldiers all dispersed, leaving Iron Cliff alone by Su Chen’s side.

When everyone departed, Su Chen spoke. “They’re gone.”

The Human Ancestor’s figure slowly emerged from thin air.

“There’s something that I don’t understand,” Su Chen said.

“You want to ask why I didn’t intervene during that large initial fight against the gods and keep them there, right?” the Human Ancestor asked with a smile.

Su Chen nodded.

The Human Ancestor sighed. “I wanted to do that as well, but unfortunately, I could not. There is only one of me and twenty-two of them. I am not that powerful.”

“I still think that you could have done so if you had used your full strength. After all, controlling and bewitching other people is your specialty, is it not?” Su Chen said.

The Human Ancestor chuckled dryly. “I know what you’re thinking. Do you believe that I am the Lord of the Dreamrea...