The entire universe is like a town of small houses, all covered by the thick night.
"Help!"
"I don't want to die."
A large number of beings and ordinary people felt the entire universe shaking; many worlds collapsed. With the help of the Immortals and Wizards of their worlds, they used Storage Rings to gather citizens from each kingdom, crossing to neighboring worlds for refuge, fleeing far away.
The dark tide is approaching.
The uninformed crowds are trying to escape from the ink-drowned world.
However, these people, though suffering the loss of their homes, cannot sense that the higher realm has been severed, for at most, they are only at the Divine Level, merely at the third level of Divine Upper.
Only the ancient gods, high above, can feel the rapid disappearance of the Power of Rules in the Ancient God Realm; their realm falls, and suddenly they cannot sense the Heaven and Earth Laws.
"Our realm has fallen!"
"Ancient God, I am no longer an Ancient God."
