King of Titans and D Chapter 1169 - 1169 1156 The Capricious Epics

??Chapter 1169: Chapter 1156: The Capricious Epics

Chapter 1169: Chapter 1156: The Capricious Epics

The Azure Giant Dragon spiraled above the do of the sky, its spiritual body, imbued with vigorous will, had completed its transformation, teeming with vibrant vitality. At that mont, this vitality spread and perated the surrounding land, propelling the plants on this stretch of earth to grow and develop at an extre speed, even mutating.

Muria had not delved into the Domain of Life Law, but he had a profound understanding of the Laws of Death. Life and death are like twin siblings, entangled endlessly. They appear to be opposing, but in reality, they are one and the sa law.

Just like the deities that control death and judge the sins of souls in the afterlife, most of them hold the power to grant new life to the souls of the dead, and the birth of each newborn is generally inseparable from these deities of death.

Thus, Muria, who had ventured into the Laws of Death with the power of the Seven Desolation Demon Gods, also had a considerable understanding of the Life Law. Although this extent of understanding couldn’t compare with deities responsible for the Life Law, it was more than enough to stimulate the vitality of the plants in an area.

Epics are such an unruly existence, no matter what law it is, for an epic, it is only a matter of whether they want to control it, not whether they can. This is also why the deities, who are stuck in their divine roles and positions for tens of thousands of years without advancent, envy and covet epics.

At that mont, Muria used his insignificant grasp of the Life Law to fulfill the wish of the Upright Ape Tribe to not go hungry—fruit trees that could bear fruit, as well as so grass-like cereal plants that had not yet been tad by the upright apes. These edible plants within visible range were growing quickly.

The wondrous changes in the surroundings imdiately attracted the attention of those upright apes. They watched in amazent as the edible fruit trees grew rapidly, mixed with so “wild grasses” which they had absolutely no idea what they were for.

Such a transformation also partly dissipated the dissatisfaction of these upright apes. They could tell that it was the lord of the sky who had descended, who by exerting his mighty force made these fruit trees grow quickly.

But so stubborn upright apes still harbored grievances in their hearts. Although the wild fruits that grew could fill their bellies, they could not compare to at no matter what.

“Your wishes, to not go hungry!”

Muria, selecting all the plants within a hundred-li radius that could be cultivated for fruit, lowered his now sowhat ethereal Dragon Head, gazing at the Upright Ape Priest in front of him who now showed a fanatical look.

“I have made it happen!”

The Azure Giant Dragon circled in the sky, then collapsed, leaving only a thick beam of azure light, which entered the forehead of the Upright Ape Priest below.

“The Farming thod!” The Upright Ape Priest struck by the azure light knelt on the ground in a daze for a while until he finally ca to his senses, muttering to himself. Then, his face revealed an ecstatic expression.

“Praise the great lord of the sky…” The Upright Ape Priest, understanding what the formidable presence that descended had left behind, madly bowed repeatedly on the altar.

The lord of the sky who had just exerted his mighty power did not just leave them a al to fill their stomachs but also left them a thod to free their tribe from hunger for generations to co.

Farming!

This was the gift left behind by Muria, who, upon his arrival in this world, enjoyed the sights of an Otherworld and relieved monts of boredom. Initially, this tribe could have had a feast filled with at, but instead, due to his arrival, they had to settle for vegetarian fare.

If he had only spurred the growth of so wild fruits for them, it would have been too pitiful. So, he left behind the fundantal conditions for forming a civilization, the Farming thod.

Whether nomadic or hunting, their food sources were extrely unstable, easily affected by various environntal factors. In comparison, food obtained through farming was much more stable. And a stable food source is the foundation for the developnt of a civilization.

As for Muria’s intention in leaving behind the Farming thod, the Upright Ape Priest couldn’t fully comprehend. All he could understand was that this thod would allow them to have a stable source of food in the future, so they wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry, and that was enough for him.

In a wild land where the fire of intelligence had just been born, a tribe that could eat its fill could bring about what kind of changes in this world is very much to be anticipated.

At the very least, Muria, the one who left the Farming thod, thought so. An unintended act, an insignificant bestownt, could change a world, create a civilization.

The influence brought about by his powerful force fascinated Muria, but only a novice epic like him would do such a thing. Because a normal epic, faced with wishes from another world, would usually ignore them.

Even if the prayers of their worshipped objects closely matched their own powers, no epic would deplete their power to descend their will, as it was an act with no gains and a trendous waste of ti.

Of course, it cannot be said that Muria’s act of descending his will this ti was a waste of power, he still had gains. For example, the coordinates in the Void of this world, which had just been born in the Void and had not long been imbued with life.

“But this is still useless!”

As he strode rapidly through the darkness and the Void along the Golden Light pathway, Muria, looking at the world coordinates he had derived, sighed helplessly.

Such worlds were essentially unprofitable; even Evil Gods born to Destroy the World wouldn’t take a second glance at them. These newly born worlds, despite their creatures possessing formidable strength, lacked any significant heritage accumulation, and even if one forcefully destroyed them, it would be considered good enough if one managed to break even.

However, Muria didn’t intend to sche anything. He had rely heard the prayers of the Giant Apes in the Void and descended on a whim, purely out of boredom and curiosity.

And now, Muria could feel that he was not far from reaching a World Community teeming with innurable living beings.

It was because the voices of prayer, resonating in his ears like ethereal illusions, kept getting louder and louder, a clear sign that he was about to arrive at a World Community of life.

For powerful beings who could tread freely in the Void, such voices were fundantally standard. The more powerful the being, the more summoning voices they attracted. Of course, this also had sothing to do with ti.

When Muria first achieved his Epics, he swiftly reincarnated in various worlds and spent very little ti lingering in the Void, leaving behind scant traces. Hence, he barely heard these voices from the myriad realms.

But as his strength grew to a certain extent, recognized by his elders as capable of traversing the Void without the Heavenly Demon Secret Technique, the Hall of Transcendence sent him into the Void, where he kept moving forward, settling for an extended duration.

This also counted as leaving his traces in the Void. These traces intersected with various information streams emanating from nurous worlds, forming what Muria was now hearing and seeing before his eyes.

Even though Muria’s na had not yet spread through the myriad Void worlds, it did not prevent the beings of the Material World from reaching him through Arrays.

Because Muria could be directly categorized as a towering presence wandering in the Void, many Intelligent Creatures that communicated with sky deities wouldn’t specify whom they were contacting during their communication but would directly reach out to the broad concept of a sky deity, greatly ensuring the success rate of the communication.

Therefore, at this mont, what Muria saw and heard the most were Intelligent Creatures of various extraordinary shapes, sending out requests to communicate with him, vainly offering so special items in exchange for sothing that could change their Destiny.

As for those mortal things attempting to trade with him, Muria ignored them altogether, preferring those who coincidentally communicated with him.

Mostly out of boredom, Muria whimsically selected two and then descended his will upon them.

The first, because the force of communication was too weak to sustain his presence—his will had not fully descended before he rely glanced at the surroundings and had to withdraw.

As for the second, the preparations made by the sacrificers were quite ample, but the offerings weren’t prepared for his arrival; rather, they were for the bellies of those fools. As for the Sky ruler they had deluded themselves into imagining, they hardly cared for him.

And because the Sky ruler they fantasized about coincidentally matched Muria very well, he was able to descend. Thus, Muria, with a hint of playfulness, left behind the Farming thod, which could be considered a bug for a world still in its primitive ages.

If there were such things as a main storyline or destiny for the world, the so-called world line and Destiny would be thrown into utter disarray because of his action.

Heaven only knows what this world would beco due to his descent. Even Muria himself did not know, for at this mont he was unaware that he no longer needed to contact mortal things with his true form. rely by the descent of his will, he could infect the mortal things and turn them into his Minions.

Muria felt he still had so ti before he would reach the World Community, so he prepared to respond for the third ti to the unexpected prayers that had communicated with him.

“Whom should I respond to next?”

Muria eyed the hundreds of reflections of Intelligent Creatures before his eyes, choosing a prayerful creature he found particularly appealing, all with different shapes, lives, and even strengths.

At that mont, the significance of beauty was realized, as all those who looked like insects or bizarre ghoul-like petitioners were ignored by Muria—he first chose those creatures that were more pleasing to behold.

“Hmm, this one’s not bad, I’ll choose her.”

A faint ripple in the fabric of spaceti arose, and a bloodied young girl was reflected in Muria’s eyes; simultaneously, the near-despair within the girl’s heart pulsed through to him.