Dimensional Descent

Chapter 2974 Time

In a world of smokey whiteness, a Nomad giant stood, his expression furious. He must have been at least 20 meters tall, and it made all the peaks and crevices of his ugly expression all the more obvious.

He knew that the moment he attacked, there was no going back. But he also couldn't allow his people to be wiped out to the last man like that. So the moment he did take action, he had already signaled to everybody else. This bloody war would have to start now.

Just like Leonel had thought, there was simply no way that everyone would be so casual about the actions of the Gods... in particular, those in favor of the culling. They too had become Gods, wading through piles and miles of corpses just for the chance to sit at this height and then what... to watch as their people were massacred year after year just so that those at the top could continue to sit pretty and unperturbed? How could they be willing?

Of course, this was just the surface reason for all of this as there was a secondary reason for it all as well... Though, for many, this "secondary" reason was likely to be the main reason. If their people were wiped out, who would worship their Dharmas and Idols? Who would give them strength and power through the Dimensions?

In a way, it seemed like the Gods were just acting for the greater good of humanity and Existence at large, but in truth, they were killing two birds with a single stone. On the one hand, they were lessening the load on Existence by killing the useless. But on the other, they were also weakening the influence of the Gods that had risen up from the Mortal Realms and would eventually have all the right to target the Gods that rose up from the Demi-God Worlds as well.

This was the cycle of life and the impact of greed. The turnover among Gods wasn't high in the normal sense, but it was well known that no reign could last forever.

The Pluto were already on the verge of reaching the end of their rope. Before them, the God Beasts of Destruction and Creation fell. And before them, the Celestial Terras, or the Primordial Terrors, fell before even them.

to know if there was an existence that came before even the Primordial Terrors. This was also part of the reason that they had the word Primordial in their names, representing the beginning and origin... but even if

from rising up. They crushed the Fawkes before they could rise up and become the next overlords, and now they were even preemptively doing the same with Mortal Races, all under the guise of

those of Existence right now was triggered precisely by this, and

obsessed with cornering off their own piece of the

Solaraan. He was a mighty man born three generations ago. Legends of him were still told to the Nomad Race

Zoltene. It is

solemnly and a man whose name that

that

but his

like he had returned to his days in the Void Palace where he couldn't even cause a crack in the earth.

a throne obscured by the greyish white seemed to appear. No... it had always been there, but it was more like most didn't have the ability to see through it until the behemoth sitting on it allowed it to happen. He stood to his feet slowly, and

region. But what was shocking was that rather than it solely being due to Solaraan's interference with the Mortal Realm, it seemed that many more

an ironclad rule, Zoltene was seen as the far more

advise that you all return," Zoltene said lightly. "Unless you come with your true bodies, you have no right to