Year 827 of the Old Days, February 7th, 13:00, everyone knew their assigned tasks.
Year 827 of the Old Days, February 7th, 20:00, the world broadcast started, and a gentle male voice sounded across the world. Upon hearing the voice, people paused in their tracks.
"Everyone, it's been a long time... no, it should be..." The voice carried a hint of laughter:
"Nice to meet you for the first time."
"I am the Old God... Su Ming'an. This is an announcement for the final battle."
"In the timeline that you have not yet perceived, we have met, interacted, worked together, even fought side-by-side or became enemies."
"Walking all the way till now, I have seen your various appearances, but all of that has been buried at the yet-to-arrive end of causality."
Human Self-Rescue Alliance, Li Yuxuan raised his head, listening to the voice of the deity from the firmament. Despite not knowing the memories of past lives, he found it very familiar.
