Boom!
Laser beams swept across heaven and earth, the intense battle lasted half an hour, fighting until the world lost its color. After the rules shattered, the magical cube was finally crushed.
The montum of advancent grew increasingly fierce.
The situation was not limited to the Infinite Trial; similar events occurred even in the most distant parts of the universe.
The Twin Gods of the Universe had just rged, their power expanding to the extre. They originally thought they would certainly gain the upper hand, but suddenly, lightning painted the entire universe.
“You…”
The Twin Gods were stunned.
This… this was impossible!!
****
In his dream, Xiu Si repeatedly experienced his own transformation, inexplicably feeling a sense of returning to his original place.
Having read many fantasy novels, he imdiately thought of the concept of “human universe”.
“Indeed, many principles are interconnected,” he thought calmly, observing his own progress and attempting to use his new power.
The creative-nature magic power was sowhat similar to wood-nature magic power, both possessing strong vitality. However, wood-nature magic power was more vibrant, while creative-nature magic power was different – it was incredibly willful. If the mind had a form, it would imdiately manifest. For instance, when he thought of a rose, a rose instantly appeared in his hand.
Was it simply a matter of thoughts becoming reality? Sowhat. But the creative power felt more nuanced. It encompassed matter, phenona, and rules, spanning multiple levels, with long-term formation, self-cycling, and self-explanation.
“It seems to be so.”
Xiu Si sensed that if ordinary thought-manifestation was more like a linear event – issuing a command and completing it – his creative power was a cyclical event. In the most ideal scenario, he might even create a self-operating universe.
Of course, saying this was an exaggeration. What was a universe? It was sothing beyond a normal person’s imagination.
Xiu Si shook his head, watching the magic flow at his fingertips, like performing magic – thinking and instantly creating. He imdiately thought about demonstrating this to the cubs. Moreover, with his enhanced abilities, he wondered if he could optimize their cat nest.
Perhaps adding small clothes and toys, bringing everything from the current world for them to play with. Had They ever seen mobile phones or computers? Or even the simplest handheld gaming device?
Previously, Xiu Si wouldn’t have dared to imagine such digital products, but now he felt they might be achievable.
The only limitation was…
Just as he was getting excited, he suddenly rembered that the continent had ti restrictions. Advanced technologies couldn’t exist before humans entered the electrical era. Digital products from the electrical era were especially prohibited before that ti.
It was an extrely strict rule that didn’t much affect him or his cubs, but primarily impacted humans living on the continent.
“Who knows what divine being set these upward restrictions for what purpose,” he pondered.
So harsh towards humans. But it was rely harshness.
Because, he thought, if They could do this, why not simply destroy humans? Wouldn’t that be more convenient? Was it pure psychological perversion or a brain beyond comprehension? Who could tell?
Incidentally, when Wang Chang’er returned, Xiu Si had casually asked a question about this.
Wang Chang’er’s view was – “It will eventually be resolved. No matter what existence creates it, They cannot stop the upward tide, no matter how tyrannical.”
Wang Chang’er was very confident about the future of humans and the continent. From His perspective, this confidence was indeed justified.
Those standing at the peak must look upward, even if the view above was shrouded in dark clouds, filled with unknown dangers. He was everyone’s aspiration, everyone’s model, so He must be full of confidence.
Xiu Si realized retrospectively that his friends were truly remarkable.
He had fallen into the abyss for three years and died for over eight thousand years. The gap was too long, and he could barely keep up with their pace.
However, precisely because of this, he must strive, right? His lifespan was still long. Why not take a bold chance?
Xiu Si’s ntality gradually changed from steady progression to bold endeavor.
“But sohow I still feel…”
He lowered his eyes, carefully examining the green light dancing at his fingertips, noticing it seed to form a kind of life.
In just a few seconds, the form he created attracted surrounding consciousness fragnts. They gathered here to form a core, perhaps not yet fully conscious, only with a faint thought. But he felt it wouldn’t take long before these fragnts would transform from thoughts to consciousness, and then truly be born as life in this universe.
He didn’t know why consciousness fragnts were present in his dream. But upon careful observation, things were already developing.
This was truly incredible. The forms he created seed extrely adept at attracting consciousness fragnts. He discovered this for the first ti and studied it carefully, unable to determine what special thing he might have done.
No, there must be a reason. He just hadn’t found it yet.
Xiu Si watched them bounce lightly, like they were dancing. Despite seemingly lacking consciousness, they appeared very happy.
Were they celebrating their own birth?
Xiu Si felt amazed, and in the next second, they suddenly transford into green butterflies of various sizes. They swirled around him, then curiously ran outside, eventually disappearing to play sowhere.
Xiu Si remained silent for a mont, his gaze contemplative. He suddenly rembered Ye Qingyi. Ye Qingyi loved butterfly and insect imagery, often asking why he didn’t create insects.
His response had always been that insects had too many legs. He was sowhat… uncomfortable with multi-legged creatures.
During his ti renting rooms outside, spiders would often enter the house, even with doors and windows tightly closed. He had to admit that discovering a large spider in the wardrobe was not sothing that wouldn’t shake one’s ntal state.
Xiu Si shook his head, restraining his thoughts and also retracting the magic from his fingertips.
He would reorganize his thoughts. The upward restrictions of the other world were essentially unrelated to him. He could help where possible, and that would be enough.
“Hmm, progress is smooth.”
He slowly stood up, suddenly feeling as if he heard movent around him.
Turning his head, he discovered everyone in the library was looking at him. Their blurry faces were filled with gentle smiles, and they were even applauding, as if celebrating his progress.
Xiu Si was stunned, wondering if they were conscious.
But when he looked again, he realized they seed to be rely executing a celebratory command. After applauding and smiling, they gradually returned to being NPCs.
Xiu Si blinked and whispered, “If they are executing a command, who did that command co from?”
From the unconscious in the dream? Himself? He imdiately rejected the thought.
How could that be? Then it was…
He fell silent, as if recalling sothing, but didn’t pursue it further.
His gaze fell on the books on the table. He had already finished the last one, with nothing left to read. These books had made significant contributions to his continuous progress, but now they were gone.
Where was the young man who had been bringing him books?
Xiu Si should have believed in that young man, as always, but for so reason, he felt inexplicably anxious this ti.
The other party was nowhere to be seen, completely untraceable. Sothing couldn’t have happened, could it?
****
At this mont, in the Infinite Trial, the war had ended. The demons were cleaning the battlefield, and so demons had captured the magic cube, contemplating how to play with it.
This demon was indeed Amon.
The magic cube that fell into His hands was desperate, wishing soone would simply crush it.
Amon smiled and spun the cube, saying, “Why are you so afraid of ? Where did your previous arrogance go?”
Reduced to fist-size, the magical cube scread and struggled to escape Amon’s control. “Kill ! A god can be killed but not humiliated.”
Amon sneered, “This is humiliation? Nonsense.” With that, He suddenly twisted the cube.
The magic cube seed to be bent in half, crying out continuously.
Morax looked over and scolded, “Serves you right! Who allowed you to call our big brother by na directly? Are you worthy?”
The magic cube choked up, understanding now that Baal’s younger brothers and sisters were not to be trifled with. Despite sharing the sa blood, how could they be weak? Though admittedly, they seed quite weak before reaching the first echelon.
Morax turned to Amon and asked, “What are we keeping this thing for?”
Amon: “Do you know what kind of god it is?”
“No, what about it?”
“The God of lting.”
“What’s special about that?”
Zepar, hearing this, imdiately ran over, pointing a finger at the magic cube, extrely displeased. “Isn’t this overlapping with my power?”
Amon: “There’s so overlap, but not completely.”
“So it is overlapping!”
Zepar was about to go crazy.
Amon looked at Him and with three sentences, shook Zepar’s resolve.
“Doesn’t overlap an an additional buff for you?”
“While He shoots light, you set fire. Who else could defeat Big Brother besides you?”
“He exists for you.”
Zepar was stunned, looking at Amon with newfound respect, a surge of imnse emotion rising in His heart.
“Brother Amon, I used to think you were just a pervert. I’m so sorry.”
Amon’s mouth twitched, wanting to punch Zepar into oblivion. Couldn’t this guy just stop talking nonsense?
The demons below continued their various argunts.
On a castle not far away, two demon brothers were slacking off.
Vassago, having just exerted Himself, imdiately wanted to sleep. His long legs were propped on the table, an eye mask covering His eyes, forgetting the world.
But He had barely lain down for three minutes when Marbas burst through the room door, imdiately locking eyes on Vassago and shouting, “Terrible news!!”
Vassago was startled awake, sitting up straight, fists clenched.
Just when He was falling asleep, what was all this noise? He tore off His eye mask, eyes blazing green with anger.
Marbas anxiously said, “I can’t see the Second Brother in the dream!”
Vassago frowned, an unprecedented seriousness crossing His expression. He imdiately stood up, seriously asking, “Second Brother is missing?”
“I have an ominous premonition. I looked deep into the dream, and it’s all pitch black!”
Marbas’s tone was unusually anxious.
Vassago imdiately responded, “Let
take a look.”
He closed His eyes, His perception instantly reaching the depths of the dream.
Then, He too saw a landscape of pure darkness, everywhere silent and filled with an ominous atmosphere.
“Agares.”
He added magical power to His voice, but even His sound waves couldn’t disturb this black sea.
“It’s the God of Death and the God of Silence.”
Vassago recognized Them but couldn’t understand the situation.
Were They enemy gods? Confronting Agares?
Vassago decisively interfered with the dream’s power, calling Agares’s na again.
Still no effect. Even if nothing was wrong, Agares in a sleeping state wouldn’t respond, but this situation was clearly abnormal.
Marbas, seeing Vassago’s actions, reminded, “Third Brother, we can’t easily wake Agares.”
It was well-known among the demons that their father was Agares’s dream, a universe-level magic personally designed by Agares. If Agares woke up, their father might disappear.
Vassago clearly recognized this point, about to act but then stopping, involuntary cold sweat forming on His forehead.
He thought for a mont and answered, “Marbas, you’re right. Let’s change our approach. How about we join forces to confront Death and Silence. Can we do that?”
Marbas was contemplating. With Big Brother just leaving on a campaign and Second Brother imdiately encountering trouble, what exactly was going on?
But He also could not stand by and watch.
Marbas nodded.
[Quantity Manipulation] strengthened [Mind Image Power], instantly upgrading its might.
Death and Silence began without waves, after a few minutes waves erged, and after a few more minutes, the waves grew larger, like boiling water, violently surging and fluctuating.
They were not collaborating for the first ti; they had worked together several tis in previous battles, and thus had beco skilled and highly synchronized.
Marbas’s power was like leveraging four ounces to move a thousand pounds, the simplest and most direct buff enhancent, perfect for strengthening other demons’ powers.
Vassago was lazy by nature, but once serious, his focus was extraordinary.
Ten minutes later, Death and Silence could no longer remain indifferent, each gradually revealing their forms.
One in a youth’s image, one in a maiden’s image, with black hair and white skin, thin and frail bodies, seemingly nothing more than skin and bones, as if a gust of wind could topple them. They simultaneously raised their eyes, revealing two extrely haggard faces, severely malnourished, their beautiful bone structures looking terrifyingly ghostly.
Vassago and Marbas were shocked, not expecting Them to appear in such a state.
Logically, when conceptual gods took human form, their condition should synchronize. In other words, did this an Their divine bodies were failing?
Vassago and Marbas exchanged a glance, and in the next second simultaneously appeared in the dream’s black sea.
Two demons and two gods faced each other directly.
Marbas spoke first, “Why are you here.”
Death and Silence remained silent, their eyes seeming dead, their pale faces nearly transparent.
Vassago frowned, telepathically ssaging Marbas, [Mar, do you think They have consciousness?]
Marbas frowned, telepathically responding, [Probably, though it’s almost like they don’t. They wouldn’t be controlled by the Creator God, would They?]
[I don’t know, just a mont.]
Vassago directly used [Mind Image Power] to communicate with Samikina.
“Sami, did you see?”
“I saw.”
Samikina’s response was tily, but his voice very weak, as if the signal was poor.
“Do you know what happened?”
Vassago asked.
“I don’t know. But it certainly isn’t good.”
“Won’t you do anything?”
“Participating without knowing anything would only bring trouble to Agares.”
Samikina’s attitude was cautious.
Vassago paused.
Yes, this had happened many tis before.
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