On the suspended Conferred God Platform in the Forty-Ninth Heaven, the gathered powerhouses stood in heavy silence. Led by Xatia and Lesia, they surrounded Thea and the Light Heavenly Path, both seated cross-legged and gravely injured. The atmosphere had turned oppressive, weighed down by the unmistakable truth—without James stepping in personally, neither of them could escape the fate of falling.

But James was nowhere near them.

He remained trapped within the vast diagram array in the void, suppressing Waitara Path’s Dao Energy while holding off both Yemima and Yang Governor at once. There was no chance for him to break away.

Left with no alternatives, Xatia and Lesia could only channel their sacred energies, enveloping Thea and the Light Heavenly Path in protective light, trying desperately to slow the decline of their vitality.

“This can’t go on,” Yegor said at last, his voice grave. “Aside from James, is there anyone here who can save them? Anyone who can stand alongside the four ancient gods?”

His question shifted every gaze toward Xatia—the ancient god of Waleria.

She drew in a slow breath before speaking, her tone steady but heavy. “In theory, if the four ancient gods unite, we can revive any fallen god. But right now…”