In the serene Conceptual World, twelve [Gods] were selecting the traitors.
This event was of immense significance, it could even be said to be a major turning point for the entire world!
Lu Yuan finally understood the true purpose of the "World Will"—it wanted him to stop this selection ceremony.
But now, in such a situation where "the altar is set and I am the fish," he couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock.
Information... right now, the most critical thing is information!
Suddenly, a voice sounded by his ear: "...Lord Lu Yuan... it's... it's me."
"From the Artisan Civilization, Metallurgy, you... be careful with your words, don't be the one to stick your neck out."
The voice carried a slight quiver, appearing incredibly tense.
Lu Yuan turned his head to look towards the surrounding white silhouettes.
The features of the other party's face were indistinct, but this voice was indeed that of the Master Craftsman, Lord Metallurgy.
