As the spiritual realm overlapped with the real world, the structure of the Earth underwent a complete change.

Human cities are irresistibly sinking into the "underground"... or rather, there is no longer any "land" left on Earth.

All the cities and forests began to be slowly swallowed up by those self-moving splendors.

"Watch out, what's going on?"

"I don't know. After that white light, it turned into this. Everyone run to the roof. Don't stand down there, or you'll sink in."

Panic cries erupted, and the speed at which humans moved toward the "Ark" increased dramatically under these bizarre circumstances.

"Run, run! Get to that conveyor belt first..."

It can be said that there is basically no need for further official urging.

One after another, thick, translucent tentacles lashed wildly, seemingly just phantoms without any substance, roaming freely through human cities and human bodies.

Not far from the Holy City of Redemption, An Ge reached out to sense the ground that had undergone such a dramatic change, and slowly spoke:

"This stuff feels like jelly to the touch. The atmosphere is disappearing rapidly, and as for the ocean, it has long since merged into it."

A dense shadow spread out from beneath him, like a heavy curtain of darkness, supporting the territory belonging to human civilization and preventing those cities from "falling".

He sighed softly, "It seems... I won't be able to participate in the battle for the time being."

Ning Xingxiu and the others beside him looked serious. They had already learned the general outline of the matter from An Ge and understood that the Creator's "form" had changed.

But the problem is...

Ning Xingxiu asked with a serious expression:

"In that case, is there any possibility that the world can recover?"

I mean, even if we achieve final victory, can the world be restored to a habitable state for humans?

This is a question that must be considered. For everyone, their homeland is the most important place to return to, and if possible, no one wants to escape.

An Ge slowly shook her head, "It's hard to say. You guys are busy, I have other things to do."

His figure vanished into the darkness, and soon, lifelike and aesthetically pleasing paintings began to appear on the thick curtain.

Although he cannot participate in the battle for the time being, he can take this opportunity to make some preparations.

This is the end of a "world," all living things are wailing, and the traces of civilization are about to disappear.

He could very well... use the darkness as his canvas to create a legendary masterpiece.

Ning Xingxiu and the others who remained behind looked at each other in silence, only Zhang Zimin spoke in a hoarse voice:

"We need to understand one thing: how long did it take the Creator to evolve this world?"

How much longer does the Creator have to live?

I think... it's hard for this world to return to what it used to be, even if Meng Yi and his team win.

Destruction is always easier than creation; perhaps in the future, humanity will only be able to survive in cold arks.

Everyone present was intelligent; they were all aware of the situation.

Tian Mo forced himself to stay alert and added casually, "That's good too. It's a... futuristic future for people like us from the old era."

Interstellar wandering species...humans, hahaha...

His smile looked forced.

Because everyone knows one thing: in the so-called universe, there is very likely no other planet with life.

This means that humanity's future is bleak.

...

"Brother, I feel my strength is rapidly waning."

Instead of receiving a reply from "Dark Abyss" and other beings, the tense Meng Yi was approached by the Goddess of Nature, who whispered some bad news to him.

Weakened strength?

Meng Yi's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was stirred.