In addition to the nurous structures lining the streets of Chaos City, a vast array of aircraft can be seen soaring through the skies. Buses, flying cars, and other vehicles traverse the tropolis, carrying demon gods to various destinations across the city.
Chaos City is simply too imnse. After transforming into the city, even demon gods found their movent significantly hindered, necessitating the use of transportation to traverse its vast expanse.
Of course, the most prominent reason was their growing laziness. With such a convenient and free transportation system available, why should they bother moving on their own?
Over ti, taking public transport beca second nature to many demon gods.
"Take to chanic Street."
A mining base robot imdiately hailed a flying taxi, heading straight toward the district where the machine race resided. This area was one of the most prosperous and bustling parts of the chanical civilization.
"Haha! Tonight, we must have a good drink. When n drink motor oil, it must be steel-flavored—strong enough with an endless aftertaste!"
A heavy truck laughed heartily.
"Nonsense! Drinking tal-flavored motor oil is the mark of a noble and wealthy robot," an unmanned survey machine scoffed.
"Get lost! Mixed engine oil has the best taste. I'll have the bartender mix a special blend," an excavator interjected, already reminiscing about the experience.
"A bunch of ignorant fools. No wonder you're all poor. The true luxury is 10,000-year-old diamond motor oil—diamonds are eternal, and so is a single drop of it," sneered a drill robot.
"Heh, keep dreaming. If you drink diamond oil, you'll go bankrupt after one cup and end up sleeping on the streets tomorrow," a group of nearby robots mocked.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Soon, they arrived at the heart of the chanical district. Robots densely populated the area, numbering in the trillions. This place had evolved into a chanical kingdom of its own.
Yet, in the grand sche of Chaos City, this district was nothing more than a tiny speck, barely qualifying as a small street.
At that mont, several mighty gods were observing this chanical civilization from afar. Among them were the Lord of Light, the Lord of Darkness, the Lord of the Furnace, the Lord of Titans, the Lord of Storms, the Lord of Ice and Snow, and the Lord of Thunder.
They had left their own divine realms to personally witness the living area created by the Chaos City Lord.
These ancient and powerful gods harbored a deep interest in these artificial lifeforms, watching them evolve over millions of years.
"Why would such a powerful Chaos City Lord create such weak beings? Do these insignificant creatures hold any aning for him? I could exterminate them all with a single breath," the Lord of Storms mused.
His voice echoed like a raging tempest, carrying the power of the Dao of Wind. Each breath he took seed capable of summoning an apocalyptic storm. His na was feared throughout the Chaos World, for wherever he went, hurricanes followed, leaving destruction in their wake.
"They are rely constructs of the Chaos City Lord. Perhaps they serve no real purpose. We have spent a million years observing them, yet we have seen nothing of significance. Why waste more ti?" the Lord of Thunder remarked indifferently.
"You are mistaken," the Lord of Titans interjected, his eyes gleaming with insight.
"It is not without aning that the Chaos City Lord created these beings. Though they are frail now, they have, in just a million years, built a civilization of astonishing brilliance. Their population far exceeds that of all demon gods combined.
Can't you see the significance in this?"
The Lord of Thunder narrowed his eyes. "What do you an?"
"You already understand. Don't take us for fools. You see it, just as I do. Do you think a few words will mislead us?" The Lord of Titans sneered, seeing through the Lord of Thunder's attempt to dismiss the matter.
"Oh? Then tell , what is the aning behind these weak beings?" the Lord of Thunder asked.
"The power of will," the Lord of Light answered before the Lord of Titans could respond.
"It is the collective will of all living beings, also known as the power of faith.
Though these creatures are weak, they reproduce rapidly, far surpassing our numbers by billions of tis.
Individually, they may be insignificant, but together, they generate a staggering force of faith. The sheer energy accumulated from countless weak beings is enough to make even demon gods tremble."
Hearing this, the eyes of many gods flickered with understanding. They had long suspected this truth.
The Chaos World itself required the collective wishes of all living beings to grow stronger. However, the number of Chaos Demon Gods alone was insufficient. Thus, the chanical race created by the Chaos City Lord filled this void. Their existence had been acknowledged by the Source of Chaos, granting them the light of rit, thereby bestowing the Chaos City Lord with boundless benefits.
The sa principle applied to the gods.
If the Chaos World itself relied on the faith of countless beings to expand, then these powerful gods, too, needed faith to strengthen their divine power and progress on the Dao.
The power of will was an unfathomable force. It could not only fortify one's internal world but also accelerate one's comprehension of the supre laws of the Source of Chaos.
For those who had reached the realm of Saints, the path forward had beco excruciatingly slow. There were tis when they remained stagnant for hundreds of millions of epochs, unable to advance.
If they did not find a solution, they would be trapped in their current realms, never able to progress.
"Create life. Beco the master of a race. Gather faith. Ignite the divine fire. Command the Three Thousand Daos.
This is likely the path the Chaos City Lord is showing us—the next stage of demon god cultivation."
The Lord of Light spoke solemnly.
"Create life? Do you think we can create life so easily? These chanical beings may seem weak, but do you comprehend the sheer difficulty of their creation?
One misstep, and everything collapses. Their structure is as precise as a machine."
The Lord of the Furnace let out a chilling laugh.
"Creating sothing from nothing, as the Chaos City Lord has done, is beyond our reach. However, shaping new life from our own demon blood is much easier," the Lord of Light replied with a faint smile.
"As expected of the Chaos City Lord—the strongest demon god of the Chaos World.
He has indeed walked far ahead of us," the Lord of Darkness murmured.
"In that case, I shall take my leave. I will return to the City of Light. I hope we et again soon."
With that, the Lord of Light departed.
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