Not even their owners could reverse the inevitable. Lin Feng stared silently for a long time. Finally, he sighed softly.
"The monk can run away..."
"...but the temple remains."
The goddess nodded.
"Exactly."
"No matter how powerful we become, our multiverses cannot simply walk away from destruction."
She looked toward the advancing darkness.
"It is only a matter of time before each of our homes is reached."
Another goddess quietly added,
"And when one's multiverse dies..."
"...the owner is crippled and be considerably weakened."
The first goddess continued.
"The beings that have been secretly interfering with your realm..."
"...are all multiverse owners searching for a new home."
"They have no desire to destroy your realm."
"They simply wish to claim it before their own is swallowed."
Lin Feng frowned slightly.
"So they're refugees..."
"In a sense," the goddess replied softly.
"They are desperate."
Lin Feng pondered for a moment before asking,
