Chapter 940: Chapter 387 Selection_2
Besides that, there is a crucial point.
That is, no one knows whether summoning the Great Divine Power of an existing god will draw the attention of its master.
If Zeus were to sense it, Hers, who had just cooperated with the Divine King’s great enemy to defeat the Fates, would be in deadly peril.
In such a case, Hers naturally knew to seek good fortune and avoid disaster.
Excluding Zeus, the Second Generation God King seed to be another choice. However, it is not hard to realize that this too, is a trap.
In the Fantasy World, Cronus, the King of Temporal, never touched the Great Divine Power.
But in the real world, this is indeed a God of gods.
Although he has disappeared, disappearance is neither imprisonnt nor eternal sleep.
For the Great Divine Power that controls [Ti] and [Space], Hers does not believe he could escape its pursuit.
Therefore, after eliminating the above two options, the First Generation God King is the best choice.
In the first epoch, [The Sky] and [Patriarchy] were just born, and they had not yet expanded to possess complete symbolism.
Even though Uranus rged these elents with the power of the original God-King, he just possessed the ultimate strength of a True God.
However, as the Heavenly Father slumbered and ti passed, in the third epoch of the Fantasy World and the second epoch of the Real World, both had already undergone their own transformations.
It is only because Uranus has not yet awakened that the world remains calm.
Thus, whether summoning the projection of the Great Divine Power would connect with its corresponding existence or not, Hers need not worry.
Because even if it does, the eternally slumbering Lord of the Sky has no ti to trouble him.
After waiting for a while, it turned out just as he thought; nothing special happened.
His third summoning once again gave Hers a perfect result.
With the protection of the Lord of the Sky, he could finally deal with the belivers of Hell with confidence.
“Equal help is true assistance; unequal is either charity or ransom.”
“Although in their eyes my life isn’t worth much, I still highly value it.”
Smiling and shaking his head, Hers tries to give the Lord of the Sky’s projection a command.
The next mont, the towering figure soars into the heavens, rging with the sky above the Great Alchemist’s head.
The real Uranus hangs at the end of the sky, and Hers would not want to see what happens if the projection ets its eternally slumbering true self.
He only wants this old ruler to protect him, not to awaken him and bring major trouble upon himself.
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Above the firmant, at the edge of the sky.
Since ti immorial, from when Cronus severed the limbs of the Heavenly Father with a sickle, the sky of Chaos has fallen into eternal tranquility.
Aside from the Primordial Gods born with the world, this oldest Celestial God almost embodies all the characteristics of n from the savage era.
He is tall and powerful, possessing intense desires and unrivaled divine might.
He is brutal and cold, so much so that even his wife and children fear him.
He is also proud and straightforward; no one is worthy of his concealnt, nor is anyone worth his retreat.
He needs no rituals or civilization, for these are needless in the savage era.
He only requires absolute strength, and the absolute authority to rule everything.
From this perspective, even if people in later ages look back at this ancient history, they would find it hard to truly comprehend whether it was right or wrong.
Because in the wild and chaotic wilderness, with human groups surrounded by enemies, perhaps such patriarchy is indeed the safeguard of safety and life.
Even if soone could fight alongside Uranus against a formidable enemy, perhaps the cruelty of the Celestial God would be his greatest reliance.
This oldest king would simply laugh forward and clash with the so-called enemies until the final mont of his life.
As for whether you help in battle or flee, he probably won’t even glance at you, what awaits you is at most a scoff.
Unfortunately, Chaos is ultimately an epoch of the gods.
The gods have no external enemies; they are enemies to each other.
Celestial God and Mother Earth have no rivals; the entire world is rely their ho.
So, until the mont before eternal sleep, Heavenly Father could only unleash his endless tyranny upon his offspring.
Unable to demonstrate against a rival, he could only show it to his descendants.
But after his long sleep, due to the fear of the most ancient Divine King, no one dared to speak his na, and everything on Earth beca irrelevant to him.
Thus, ti continued to pass, and millennia upon millennia elapsed on Earth.
In The Sky, amid the bends of ti, the eternally sleeping Celestial God passed countless ages.
Yet, ti ant nothing to the Celestial God; over millions of years, only on a few rare occasions did movents almost awaken the Lord of the Sky from his slumber.
The most recent was due to the changes in the ocean, but under the power of the Lord of Darkness, the Celestial God returned to his deep sleep.
But this ti, there seed to be sothing different…
“Ah…”
“…I…”
An indescribable will struggles and stirs, and at this mont, the boundless firmant seems to co alive.
Although sothing is still missing, with world after world breaking and rging, Patriarchy, which had once been balanced or even dominant with the advent of the third era, no longer seed so absolute.
The deepest slumber seed to be approaching its end, a mighty infinite power poised to unleash.
Atop Mount Olympus, an inexplicable palpitation surged to the Divine King’s heart, prompting him instinctively to grasp his scepter and scan the entirety of the Mortal Realm.
But at that mont, the accumulated dark tide suddenly stopped again.
Once eternal sleep is entered, it is difficult to awaken, as the supre will rely frees a tiny edge from the impact of Divine Authority.
The stimulations from the Mortal Realm were like the final straw that broke the cal’s back, guiding him out of his slumber.
But in the next instant, this faint will seed to be distracted by sothing else.
Still that beacon from the Mortal Realm, different from every previous ti, this ti, it was persistent and constant.
Even faintly, along invisible connections, streams of information continuously flowed back to The Sky.
There were calm oceans, busy mortals, novel Divine Artifacts, civilization and Wisdom.
The eyes of the Celestial God had not yet opened, but at this mont, he seed to have acquired another pair of eyes to observe the long-missed Mortal Realm on his behalf.
The originally active will cald down; it was no longer so eager to ‘awaken’.
If it were truly the Lord of the Sky, this scene would never happen.
Because the Celestial God would never be satisfied with just this; everything in the world belongs to him.
However, at this mont, the will of the Celestial God was still sluggish, with only the slightest hint of a waking sign at the edges.
So, upon receiving this external information, it seems to have been placated and beca calm again.
In the short term, this is good.
A major disaster was temporarily averted, and the palpitations in the heart of the Divine King on Mount of the Gods vanished without a trace.
Save for the giant holding up The Sky feeling a montary quiver, no one noticed anything amiss.
But if ti were to be extended, external information would slowly stimulate this dormant will, and even when he awakens, it could accelerate his understanding of the new era.
But whether for good or bad, everything has clearly beco an established fact.
The perpetrator of all this had no idea what had happened, only ti continued to flow.
anwhile, in the distant Void, atop the graves of shattered worlds, an imnsely grand will fluctuated slightly.
It looked toward the fragnts of the world, just as before.
“…He…
“…has beco faster…”
No one responded, but indeed, the shrinking of the Primordial Water had subtly quickened a negligible amount.
However, the Void had no spectators; it was filled with darkness and cold.
Other than that, there was only the one True God.
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