"I am about to commence planet compilation, just wait a moment..." Shang Lin's words were cut off, his gaze slightly sharpened, looking towards the planet that was being restored.
"Ssss— Hoo—"
A strange signal fluctuation emerged from the location of the once destroyed planet. Before the Volcano Messenger could respond to the God of Fiction's words, he and the Ancient Gods had already seen the planet beneath them rapidly undergoing metamorphosis.
Everything seemed to revert to its initial state in an instant, and a certain "civilization" on the planet made a quick response. They had just been killed once, yet, to the Volcano Messenger's confusion, the power of resetting the planet should have blasted the star completely, leaving no trace. The original civilization should have vanished along with the planet's restoration.
"They're still alive?!"
"Not only alive, they're thriving." The Ancient God of Blood shrugged: "Clearly, none of us have seen anything like this before."
