Chapter 924 — Chronicle of Void Creation
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To a divine-ability wielder, a god was one whose primordial spirit had reached the Heavenly Palace realm—deathless, of mighty dharma power, possessed of vast divine abilities.
But to an existence like Shen Mu, the ordinary divine-ability wielder's definition of a god was nothing short of a joke.
First of all, the realms themselves had been created by the seven Heavenly Worthies—and Shen Mu had taken part in the very process of establishing them.
In the early years of Longhan, he had, on behalf of Heavenly Worthy Yu, taught the multitudes the method of becoming a god, and together with Heavenly Worthy Hao he had established the seven divine realms stretching from the Southern Heavenly Gate to the Heavenly Court, known as the seven realms of the Heavenly Palace.
Afterward, Shen Mu, Xu Shenghua, and other geniuses of Jingping repeatedly shattered the barriers between realms, fusing the seven realms of the Divine Treasury into a single realm.
Shen Mu had even reopened the Primal Fetus Divine Treasury and remade his soul.
Ordinary people revered the realms, cultivating within their bonds, following them step by step.
But geniuses created realms, and leapt free of their bonds.
They were the founders of realms.
Qi Jiuyi studied the figures in the reliefs and shook his head. "Even if they are deathless, it means nothing. They have only powerful bodies; of the great Dao and divine abilities they know nothing. And this method of creation, apart from making one a bit more robust and granting deathlessness, is really of little use. The things it creates are far too weak."
Shen Mu said, "And what if countless prehistoric creators simultaneously stirred their indestructible divine consciousness and imagined the same thing?"
Qi Jiuyi froze. Suddenly he thought of the altar outside, and of the corpses scattered all around it. His voice slipped out of him: "You mean the Heavenly Lord that attacked us was fashioned by their void creation?"
Shen Mu walked on to look at the other reliefs. "The bones around the altar were in fact the priests among the prehistoric creators. They gathered the divine consciousness of all their people, and through the amplification of these crystals, their consciousness could create a Heavenly Lord under their control."
Qi Jiuyi shook his head, deeply shaken. If tens of thousands of prehistoric creators all imagined the same powerful being at once, how powerful would the creature born of their gathered consciousness be?
And if even more prehistoric creators joined forces?
Would not the beings they created be stronger still?
Was there any limit to such might?
Suddenly Qi Jiuyi burst out laughing. "Even if they can create from the void and fashion a Heavenly Lord, it is nothing compared to the true Heavenly Lord! The true Heavenly Lord is the incarnation of the great Dao of Heaven, the Lord of Xuandu, the foremost of the true gods under heaven!"
Shen Mu stood before another relief. "Come, look here."
Qi Jiuyi looked. In the relief were prehistoric creators with crystals set in their brows; they had created beings far more powerful than themselves, and drove those beings to battle, slaughtering the other races of prehistoric creators.
He also saw a relief in which the chief of one band of prehistoric creators stood amid an altar, holding a golden scepter, arms spread wide, head tilted back toward the sky.
Around the altar, the other creators encircled it, worshipping this man together, making this leader ever more powerful.
This leader possessed inconceivable powers—divine abilities were even born in him!