Chương 1157: The Ancient Gods

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"My memories are slightly fuzzy. Despite what you might think, I often am always slumbering to maintain my strength. But I can recall that most of the Gods died. But some… survived." Said Yggdrasil.

"Wait, the Ancient Gods?!" Asked Benladann.

"Didn't they all die?" Asked Miranda.

"Well that's what it is often said. These surviving Gods… I can feel them, but they hide really well. Some might even be disguising as normal mortal gods, or even as mere mortals. Their power compared to the mortals that ascend into gods is vastly different. Their powers can easily defy the logic mortals or even gods that ascend from mortals might know." Said Yggdrasil. "However, if they had not acted in all this time… they either are doing it on the shadows, or perhaps they simply are pacific and don't want to interfere any longer."

"So that's how it is." I said. "Do you know who exactly survived?"