Within the highest chamber of the World Governnt, the Five Elders sat in silence, their expressions grim as they closely monitored everything unfolding outside Impel Down.
A heavy gloom hung over the room, the oppressive atmosphere suffocating to the point where breathing itself felt difficult.
The sheer power of Heaven—the ruler of the Divine Race—was enough to instill overwhelming despair in them even through re description.
It was a despair that arose from the depths of their souls.
The Nether Race!
From Ironblood Wushuang's account alone, the Nether Race was already sothing the World Governnt had no ans to resist.
Not to ntion Heaven—the one who, by his own power, had suppressed the four great war races!
They might still have a chance to negotiate or form so form of cooperation.
But the Divine Race…
From the descriptions given by the Nether Race generals, Ironblood Wushuang and Hanfeng Linlin, it was clear—
This was a race that stood at the absolute peak of arrogance, intensely aggressive, and utterly intolerant of any other existence.
With such a race, there was no possibility of reconciliation for the World Governnt.
Submit willingly… and beco slaves of the Divine Race?
No!
That was absolutely impossible!
Even if the World Governnt were destroyed, they would never bow their heads and beco slaves!
Having long stood above all others, how could they ever accept being reduced to the lowest of existences?
Not to ntion… that person would never allow it.
The Divine Race…
Was unquestionably the greatest enemy the World Governnt had ever known.
And Heaven's existence pressed heavily upon their hearts, suffocating them with an invisible weight.
"We must activate all plans ahead of schedule. At the fastest possible speed, we must strengthen the World Governnt's forces!"
"Only then can we seize even the slightest chance of survival when the Divine Race descends!"
Saint Topman Warcury spoke with a dark expression, his tone heavy.
Though he had no idea when the Divine Race would descend, that ever-present sense of urgency was constantly chasing him.
As if even the slightest delay would render everything too late.
"Warcury is right… Additionally, cooperation with the Nether Race cannot be delayed!"
"The enemy of our enemy is our friend. While the Nether Race is powerful, compared to the Divine Race, they are far more likely to reach an agreent with us."
"Because they understand the terror of the Divine Race far better than we do… and are even more desperate!"
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro stood up, his expression solemn as he voiced his agreent.
At present, there were indeed misunderstandings between the World Governnt and the Nether Race.
However, judging from the attitudes of Ironblood Wushuang and Hanfeng Linlin, there was still a chance to bring them to their side.
The Nether Race had yet to fully recover. Even their two great generals had not regained their peak strength, and the rest of their forces could not possibly all be at full power.
In such a weakened state, and with a clear understanding of the Divine Race's tyranny and terror…
There was no way they would choose to antagonize the current overlord of the seas—the World Governnt.
If Nusjuro were in their position, he would certainly choose to trade certain resources in exchange for items that could aid in their recovery.
In doing so, they could rapidly restore the Nether Race's overall strength, while also strengthening their ally.
And when the Divine Race descended once more…
They would have a greater chance of survival.
Warcury and the others silently nodded.
At this mont, their thoughts were perfectly aligned with Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro's.
—
Outside Impel Down—
Kizaru clicked his tongue, his expression unusually exaggerated.
"They defeated the Ancient King… along with four other beings on his level?"
"This Heaven… is a true monster, isn't he?"
Of all the people on the sea, only three had personally experienced the might of the Ancient King—and thus had the most authority to speak on it.
As one of them, Kizaru could say without hesitation that the Ancient King's strength far surpassed anyone he had ever encountered.
That calm, unfathomable power…
Back then, even when he faced Kizaru, Aokiji, and Akainu together, the Ancient King had never once gotten serious.
And that final move—
The power that seed capable of tearing apart the very fabric of the world…
It was an unbridgeable gap.
Stronger than the Four Emperors?
Kizaru was certain—it was far beyond sothing so simple.
If the Ancient King were to go all out…
He might be able to eliminate a Warlord as easily as a Four Emperor crushing an insect.
And yet—
Such a being… wasn't even the strongest four thousand years ago?
"There was soone even stronger than him?"
"The source of all legends… the true god… a single being who embodies an entire race…"
"This Heaven… could he really be that terrifying?"
The laziness on Aokiji's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a rare seriousness.
Kizaru was shaken—but how could he not be?
After all, he had experienced that overwhelming terror alongside him.
His evaluation of the Ancient King was no lower than Kizaru's.
And yet—
This Heaven… was even more terrifying?
Even the Nether Race generals, who stood as his enemies, spoke of him with such reverence…
If soone like that were to appear—
With his strength as an Admiral, how much could he truly accomplish?
For the first ti, Aokiji began to question whether the power of an Admiral… was simply too weak.
Too weak to make any aningful difference in a true battle of that level.
"The Divine Race… the true god Heaven…"
Garp frowned deeply, muttering the fragnts of Ironblood Wushuang's words as his mind raced.
Suddenly—
A spark of realization flashed through his thoughts.
The D Clan…
An ancient, mysterious record!
That's right!
He had once seen traces of Heaven… in an ancient, extrely mysterious text!
But as for the details…
He couldn't rember.
The script used in that ancient record was vastly different from the writing used across the seas today.
And Garp had never been one to dwell on such matters.
At the ti, he had rely glanced at it before tossing it aside.
"That record… should be in Foosha Village…"
A sharp light flashed in his eyes as Garp made up his mind.
After this, he would definitely return to Foosha Village and decipher that ancient text.
Any record that contained information about Heaven…
Was bound to be extraordinary.
—
"Honorable Ironblood Wushuang…"
The voice of the Five Elders echoed once more, snapping "Commander CP0-7" back to reality.
Looking at Ironblood Wushuang, he asked in confusion,
"If Heaven possesses the power to overturn the battlefield and sweep away everything…"
"Then why did that war end?"
"And why did even the Divine Race fall into slumber and disappear from the seas?"
Heaven—the one who crushed all opposition.
Having already defeated the Ancient King and four other supre beings, leaving the Punishnt God Alliance in ruins…
Why did the war stop?
Why would the Divine Race, standing on the brink of victory, choose to withdraw?
After the initial shock, countless questions flooded the minds of the Five Elders, lingering without resolution.
Regarding the Divine Race… the Nether Race… and the countless powerful races of four thousand years ago…
They felt an overwhelming urge to understand everything.
As the supre rulers of the seas, they had always believed they knew nearly everything about the world.
But now—
They suddenly realized that they had only ever seen the surface.
The true depths of the sea… had always remained hidden from them.
And yet—
They had been living in such danger all along.
"Whoosh—"
A chilling cold swept through the air.
Layers of frost froze the void itself as biting winds howled.
From within the freezing storm, Hanfeng Linlin's icy voice echoed:
"Among the hundred races, the Divine Race is powerful. And Heaven… was the strongest existence four thousand years ago!"
"No race surpasses the Divine Race. No one can suppress Heaven!"
"But…"
"Among the hundred races… there are those whose power rivals the Divine Race!"
"There are beings whose strength is comparable to Heaven!"
"The Divine Race… Heaven… they are indeed the peak of power!"
"But they are not the only ones!"
"BOOM!!!"
Those cold words struck like an explosive force, detonating in the minds of everyone present.
A deafening roar echoed within their consciousness as their hearts trembled violently.
Countless pirates of lower ranks staggered, collapsing to the ground.
Across the seas, people trembled uncontrollably, their legs shaking as fear spread to its extre.
What had they just heard?
A race as terrifying as the Divine Race…
Was not unique?
A being as overwhelmingly powerful as Heaven…
Was not the only one?
In that instant, countless worldviews shattered completely.
Their minds were engulfed by terror and despair.
Even Kaido, far away in the New World, felt a chill run down his spine, his body reacting instinctively.
Inside the highest chamber of the World Governnt, the Five Elders nearly collapsed from their seats.
Their aged faces were filled with unease and panic.
Too terrifying!
The power of the hundred races from four thousand years ago far exceeded their imagination!
Just one Divine Race… just one Heaven… was already enough to suffocate them!
And yet—
They were not the only ones?
There were other races equally as terrifying as the Divine Race…
Other beings as powerful as Heaven!
Despair.
The fragile confidence they had just managed to regain was shattered once again.
At this mont—
The Five Elders truly understood what it ant to feel fear.
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