In the end, the battle between Heaven and Earth reached a climactic point.
Under Yan Mo's relentless pressure, the opposing forces had no choice but to comply with her demands. As she had asserted, she was the core of this conflict. With her unwavering resolve, she made it clear that their best option was to obey; otherwise, the consequences would be dire.
"Kill!"
"Ha!"
"Roar!"
The divine war erupted once more, this time marked by a fervor that had been absent before. The three gods orchestrated the battlefield, knowing full well that defeat was not an option. The stakes were too high, and failure could spell disaster for them all.
Despite the chaos surrounding her, Yan Mo remained unfazed, nestled comfortably in the Underworld.
"Huh"
Reclining on her cloud bed, a satisfied smile graced her lips. Her demeanor exuded elegance and indifference, a stark contrast to the turmoil outside.
"Younger sister!" Persephone, busy with the Underworld's affairs, returned to find Yan Mo in her serene state. A playful smile appeared on her face as she teased, "Sister, you look quite at ease! Isn't the battle between Heaven and Earth about to commence?"
Yan Mo replied with a grin, "Yes, it has already begun. Yet, due to their fear, the three gods are hesitant to make a decisive move. They're trapped in a state of uncertainty, afraid to act."
"Hehehe"
Persephone chuckled lightly. "Your strategy is brilliant! I originally thought there would be a gap of three thousand years before we could act. I was pondering how to utilize that time, but your approach seems perfect."
"Indeed," Yan Mo agreed, nodding. "My method is the most fitting for our situation. The implications for the Underworld are immense."
Originally, the Underworld's absorption of Hell had brought improvements, but it would take three millennia for the full effects to manifest. If they couldn't control the present, the repercussions from the Primordial gods, especially the Lord God of Heaven, would be catastrophic. The Lord of Heaven, having recognized the distinct threat posed by Hades, wouldn't easily abandon such a valuable world of beliefs.
Yet, while the gods strategized, Yan Mo wielded her advantage, compelling the other side into a divine confrontation.
Simply put, she exploited a fundamental weakness in their hearts—a fear of the unknown, a questioning of her power, and the identity of the god backing her. This clever manipulation instilled dread in her opponents.
In the minds of the gods, to accomplish such feats, one had to be a Primordial god at the very least. Yet, the deity supporting Yan Mo was neither a Primordial god nor even an Absolute god. This revelation was almost inconceivable, considering how remarkable it was for a god king to wrest Hell from its previous confines.
Regardless of how improbable it seemed, reality bore witness to Hades' achievements, which were beyond what any of the gods had deemed possible. Yan Mo had successfully terrified her adversaries, compelling them to weigh the potential consequences of their decisions.
After all, if the passage to Hell were to close, the repercussions would be irreversible.
This situation was akin to a complex game shrouded in fog; perceptions and misperceptions intertwined, creating layers of confusion. Without clear sight, they were bound to wander in uncertainty, confronting one problem after another. Time only exacerbated the situation, making it increasingly troublesome for all involved.
"Hmm"
Persephone seemed to recall something. "Sister, who is overseeing the God War?"
"Kushi Inada is in charge," Yan Mo replied. "And Pandora oversees the operation."
With the status of Hades' blessing, Kushi Inada Hime was a capable leader. Meanwhile, Pandora, appointed by Hades himself, held authority over all underworld matters except for the three: king, queen, and concubine. Her command was authoritative enough to ensure compliance from the gods, and as time passed, she would grow in stature and influence.
Furthermore, future conflicts would become more frequent. Once Hades reached the level of a Primordial god, he would no longer engage in battles casually; he would instead prefer to observe. For Hades, the unfolding drama was merely an intricate seasoning—engaging deeply would only spoil the allure of the spectacle.
In his eyes, a good show was best appreciated from a distance. The act of participation diminished the thrill of anticipation. Hades understood this well and was keenly aware of what lay ahead.