The Main God had been planning for this for a long time. His Main God Space was about to truly descend upon this world, while he himself had not made any effective arrangements here in advance.
I have completely lost the initiative.
Even though the barriers of this cyber version of the world have become unprecedentedly fragile at this moment, forcibly summoning Heaven to descend now would be futile, unable to change the final outcome at all.
Moreover, the Main God is by no means benevolent. This matter pertains to the belonging of the Unchanging, and it is hard for the True God to believe that the Main God, known for scheming and strategizing, would not have prepared other contingencies.
Thinking of this, the True God looked distantly at the Main God and slowly spoke:
"If the matter succeeds today, you must help me achieve myth assimilation once."
"Alright!" The Main God agreed without hesitation, straightforwardly.
