Ignoring the stunned and motionless God of Fantasy and the God of Death standing in the freezing winter air after the sharp questioning, the God of Happiness turned and signaled to the God of Fighters. Understanding his teammate's intention, the God of Fighters advanced, using chains of law woven from Golden Mana to tightly bind the two fallen gods of the Dark Side, imprisoning them in place. Having finished, the God of Happiness wasted no time, instantly transforming into a warm streak of light and soaring towards the Southern Palace—where the life-or-death game of the God Realm was drawing to a close.
In the center of the South, the once magnificent scene was now nothing but a desolate ruin. As soon as he reached the boundary of the divine palace, the God of Happiness had to brace himself against a terrifying pressure, so dense and cold that it nearly froze the mana flowing through his body.
Appearing before him was the God of Evil. A transcendent entity, beyond all notions of nothingness, the complete opposite of all existence, was strolling leisurely among the corpses of gods. Almost all the supreme gods and soldiers in this southern palace had been devoured or completely erased from reality by him. Not far away, the God of Glory—who had previously defeated the God of Evil—was now struggling, frantically fighting back in a bloody battle with the Goddess of Destruction. The God of Glory's power was constantly being broken, stripped away, and he was utterly defeated.
Seeing the God of Happiness approaching with a radiant halo, the God of Evil paused slightly, his dark eyes narrowing with amusement: "Oh? The one who will bring about a turning point for the gods?"
The God of Happiness showed no fear before the supreme entity of darkness. He knew that if the fight continued, both sides would fall into a meaningless war of attrition, and the Divine Realm would be completely annihilated. He stepped forward directly, beginning the negotiation:
"God of Evil, I'm not here to fight you. I want to make a deal. You yourself only want a peaceful, undisturbed life, right? In exchange for your withdrawal, all the powerful figures in this Divine Realm—those who have angered you, posed a threat, or disturbed your life—will be punished accordingly."
At this point, a cold glint appeared in the eyes of the God of Happiness. He added, "Frankly, I myself have long been disgusted with those arrogant, pampered high-ranking individuals. They need to be purged to pay for their arrogance."
"But in return," the God of Happiness looked directly into the void of the God of Evil, his voice firm, "you must maintain peace here, not completely destroy the Divine Realm and affect the lower world."
The God of Evil listened in silence. He slowly surveyed the entire battlefield. Although the Dark Side held the upper hand, after the glance from the God of Happiness, his forces in both the East and West had suffered considerable losses. Continuing this protracted conflict would be tedious and exhausting. Having someone else clean up the mess caused by the higher powers wasn't a bad idea.
"A rather interesting proposal," the God of Evil chuckled softly, his formless voice echoing throughout the ruined temple. "Very well, I accept this deal. Clean up that mess thoroughly, or I will return and devour this entire realm."
The deadly peace treaty was officially established, bringing to a close the most horrific war in the history of the God Realm.