It's like an island without quality timber, where people are forever unable to build ships capable of long voyages, spending their lives confined to the island, no matter how much development takes place, it's just like a festival in a snail shell. For mortals, a Divine Being is equivalent to a ship, which can help them reach other places with more resources, making civilization explosively grow and develop.
The Divine Lord keeps all beings confined within the six nations, granting them peace, but also taking away their future. Such matters are neither right nor wrong, just like you can't judge gravity; for the past 1668 years, the Divine Lord has been the rule of the world.
But in the future, ambiguous justice will be defined, and there will only be one standard left in the world: the will of the Supreme of Magic!
At this moment, the refinery bottle produced a potion speckled with starlight.
