Abandoning an entire Divine Era of Babylon, abandoning the World Essence that was already in hand, was all just to pave a path for these tiny and humble lives.
At this moment, everyone looked up at the figure with twelve wings in the sky above the Canaan Divine Era,
and they bowed their heads in heartfelt submission to their God, their Father:
"At your command, Father God!"
Tiamat let out a low moan, grabbed the Life Ark, and flew in a certain direction.
Luo En flapped the twelve pairs of wings of light behind him, following half a step behind.
To prevent Zarvan, Shiva, Nun, and Enzambi from finishing their battle too early and collectively catching up, he needed to maintain some distance in the rear.
Fortunately, the journey was smooth and unimpeded.
After traveling for about a day over the Sea of Chaos, a fleet with a metallic sheen emerged from the thick fog.
Seeing the two familiar figures on the deck, Luo En breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, they had arrived...
The twelve pairs of bright white wings disintegrated and scattered, and the figure like light and flame fell towards the sea.
Canaan Divine Era, Safan Mountain.
The gods from Egypt, West Africa, Persia, and India gathered in the reconstructions temple at the top of the mountain.
Great Mingzun Zarvan sat on the highest bronze throne, while the God of Destruction Shiva stood to one side, and the Earth Mother God Enzambi and Primordial Water Nun stood reluctantly with their heads lowered on either side of the steps.
The outcome of that sea divine war was plain to see.
With the aid of Shiva, Great Mingzun Zarvan successfully laughed until the end, seizing control of two portions of World Essence, firmly securing his position as the Alliance Hierarch.
India and Persia share the same roots, and when Shiva discovered his odds were not high, he decisively sided with Zarvan.
After all, he didn’t care who was boss, as long as someone gave him an exciting battle.
After a moment of oppressive silence, Enzambi couldn’t help but speak first:
"Weren’t we supposed to join forces and attack Babylon together? Why was the restriction lifted early, letting the prey escape?"
This Earth Mother God of West Africa spoke with a gloomy face and a questioning tone, clearly venting dissatisfaction.
Similarly, Egyptian Origin God Nun also raised his head and spoke hauntingly:
"I remember you promised that Babylon had three parts of the World Essence, which is more strategic than the Divine Era we attacked. If we took it together, our gains would far outweigh the costs. Why are there now just one instead of three? And it’s from our own side?"
"The plan was going smoothly, but there was a problem on Yi Le’s end."
Zarvan sighed, explaining in exasperation,
"He clashed with Baal, wanting to abolish this heir. As a result, Baal, driven to desperation, combined forces with his sister Anat to kill their father, seizing Canaan’s World Essence."
"An Origin God, dying in bed, and even losing his root, what a waste!"
Shiva couldn’t help a cold snort, disdain and arrogance mingling on his face.
In Indian mythology, at the beginning of the universe, Protector God Vishnu and Creator God Brahma debated whose divine authority was stronger. Thus, they sought a celestial pillar, diverged and agreed that whoever found the pillar’s beginning or end first was the greatest in India.
Vishnu took on the task of finding the end, turning into a Wild Boar and digging downwards continuously; Brahma searched for the beginning, transforming into a swan, flying upwards. But after much searching, both were unable to find their target and had to kneel before the pillar, acknowledging its greater splendor.
Actually, this pillar was Shiva’s Lingam.
In other words, the male organ.
Born from the worship of fertility, he possessed unparalleled male power, engaging with his wife in lovemaking for up to 100 years at a time, and the overflowing essence of life gave birth to the entire Indian civilization.
For someone like Yi Le, who couldn’t satisfy his wife and even lost his root in bed, Shiva naturally held utmost disdain.
After understanding the situation, Enzambi and Nun’s expressions twitched as well.
To be castrated by your own daughter in bed, such a shameful way to die.
"Yi Le is dead; it serves no purpose to pursue it further."
Zarvan’s eyes flashed on the throne, a dense gloom flooding his face:
"However, those deities of Canaan, betraying family and patricide, ignoring the overall situation, are simply unforgivable!"
The gods nodded collectively, a hint of grimness crossing their eyes.
Plans had crumbled, and someone had to bear the blame.
The unfortunate buffoons of Canaan were just perfect for this.
Zarvan pondered for a moment, smiling as he looked at Nun and Enzambi below:
"They no longer have the right to stand on this land. I have decided to send these wasteful ones to Egypt and West Africa, to become slaves, atone for their sins, and have the entire Canaan Divine Era divided equally between the two of you, what do you say?"
Upon hearing this, Nun and Enzambi’s eyes lit up, the gloom on their faces slightly lifted.
Though they could not obtain the significant World Essence, expanding territory and acquiring slaves was a different kind of compensation.
As for the Babylon Divine Era on the other side, Source Quality lacking, all life evacuated, it was now an empty shell.
Persia willingly abandoned the more fitting Canaan in favor of the underwhelming Babylon, sufficiently demonstrating their alliance’s sincerity.
With such thoughts, Nun and Enzambi found themselves less resistant to Zarvan’s rule.
A few days later, hordes of prisoners with wooden collars and shackled hands and feet were driven by jackal-headed gods onto warships bound for Egypt and West Africa.
The soft sobs echoed from the group, consisting of both humans and deities.
From now on, they would be far from this homeland, becoming slaves to foreign tribes, facing a grim fate.
Curse you, Yi Le, impotent ox!
Curse you, Baal, worthless dung-eating fool!
The deities and humans of Canaan cursed the culprits of this catastrophe in their hearts, like a pack of aggrieved wild dogs.
Within the proceeding group, an easily overlooked young man looked up, gazing towards the southwest sea.
His amber eyes sparkled with a soul-stirring Charisma.