No communication at all.
Xiangtuo Mo could only feel cold sweat breaking out.
Surya's epitaph also symbolized that he would be buried in this death.
"The God of this world, did he actually cross a span of thirty thousand years and defeat our Chaos Gods Era's Surya?"
"Similar histories would clearly give birth to similar Gods, but to be strong to this extent."
This left the God of Knowledge silently looking at the Parallel Space-Time, with thoughts lingering, unable to calm.
"Although our Surya came across worlds at an innate disadvantage, only by entering the seventh form of the Goddess of Destiny could he momentarily recover to a God, but this is definitely not the reason for losing..."
An incredible notion floated to mind.
Xiangtuo Mo wasn't excessively sad or happy.
Because he had witnessed too many Divine Spirits' departures during the Chaos Sun Era, and Gods were just one among them.
"Perhaps, God Surya has already had his fill of enjoyment."
