In the eyes of some gods and demons, those who could not understand the era and failed to recognize the timing were rightfully doomed–even if they had survived, it would have held no meaning.
"The river of fate flows onward, just like the fierce beasts of old, where the great waves sift through sand; only the truly strong, those who adapt to the era, can genuinely return. Those who cling to their incomplete conservatisms can no longer stand in this era," a god-devil practicing the same branch of the Laws of Destiny murmured.
The rest of the gods and demons remained silent, as the reality was undeniable.
"Gentlemen, what we need to consider next," one of the gods and demons spoke quietly, sneering, "is how to secure victory in the War of Sealing Gods. Only then can we truly achieve immortality and longevity; otherwise, everything is in vain."