The fall of the gods shocked the Imperial Family to the very core. They all looked at Yuan in disbelief, almost as though they had stopped breathing.
The High Heaven didn't just have a few gods; they had hundreds of gods, not to mention the massive army of angels.
And yet, the gods had fallen. The tables had turned. This was anything but normal. Once this news reached the people, it would cause a huge uproar among them.
Especially among those who followed the gods and prayed to them for their safety. The news of their sudden demise would shatter their beliefs and traditions.
Emperor Philip stared at Yuan for a long moment, his expression unreadable.
"Do you know what would happen once this news gets leaked?" He asked, his voice steady as he looked at Yuan with a serious expression.
"It would shatter the illusion they are living in, the belief that the Gods are omnipotent and omniscient," Yuan said, his voice calm, a soft smile on his face.
