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...
