"Think it over again."
Tomb sighed and earnestly said, "Submitting to the [Divine Court] is not a shameful thing."
"In the vast cosmos, the civilizations that can be driven by the Divine Court are only a few."
"I will try my best to help Earth... no, to help you buy more time."
"But the time I can secure is not much."
Tomb did not explain his reasons for doing so, merely gave Ma Ran a deep look before turning around, his figure fading and disappearing into the void.
Ma Ran slowly closed his eyes, activating the derivative ability of the [Prophet] medal, with the keyword set to "Divine Court," and began observing the future.
He quickly discovered that he could only see the words and actions of some Lower Rank Gods. The Middle Rank Gods belonging to the Divine Court seemed to be shrouded in a faint, indistinct mist, making it hard to see clearly.
However...
Honestly speaking, it didn't have much impact.
