Inside the Holy Temple, judgnt descends.
Whether it is tangible life or intangible authority;
Whether it is a demon, demon spirit, lesser deity, chief god, or Divine King;
Whether they co from Egypt, West Africa, Canaan, India, or Persia;
Under the surging black tide of the [Anti-Genesis], everything born of Chaos moves towards irreversible annihilation, as bodies and souls are disassembled into basic particles one by one.
Until...
A low chant traverses chaos and darkness, tearing through ti and space, reaching from outside the hall to inside.
"Primordial Water Nun, praise you,
for you are the Chaos that began everything..."
Suddenly, ten, a hundred, a thousand, then ten thousand voices join in:
"You birth all things, reflecting the stars.
The world moves in order by your will.
You are the King of Gods, Lord of all!
We co from you, beco holy because of you!"
The thousands of high chants converge into one, collectively chanting the Chapters of the "Book of the Dead".
The surging divine will transforms into golden sands, standing against the black tide of the [Anti-Genesis], infusing a touch of dazzling gold into this realm of extinction.
The gentle undulating Nile, the shimring Red Sea, the towering Pyramids shine in the darkness, transforming into radiant divine halos.
The Sun God Ra, Air God Shu, Earth God Geb, and the nine honored gods, along with Pharaoh Guardian God Horus, Anubis the God of Death, Cat Goddess Bestra, Moon God Khonsu, and many other chief gods, and countless subordinate deities, project their divinity and authority into the divine realm, creating all within it.
Egyptian Origin God——[Primordial Water] Nun, rises from the abyss.
anwhile, a second wave of sounds surges through the darkness and chaos, pouring into the Doomsday Temple, carrying an undosticated primal wildness:
"We swallow suffering, spit out flas,
only by forgetting, true extinction it becos.
Begone, evil, leave with thee.
Contaminate not our dwellings, nor our lands.
Co, Mother Earth Enzambi, we eternally praise you!"
Bottomless chasms, the unique ancient Python Temple, the mound of resting death manifest in the chanting, building scenery where nature and wildness coexist.
The Ladash Good God Race, Pedro Evil God Race, and Gedi Death Gods, countless indigenous deities’ divine incarnations, project upon the endless prairie, singing and dancing, blessing the Earth Mother who nurtures and sustains them.
The song grows increasingly sonorous, Enzambi’s decaying form begins to reform.
Next, the holy chant praising the Pantheon from the "Vedas" resounds outside the hall:
"I see the Lord of n, and his seven sons,
rciful and aged, offering sacrants;
the three realms of the universe, residing within!"
The sacred Ganges River, embodied in divinity, rolls in, rushing into the Holy Temple.
Beneath the turbulent current, the stirred ocean of milk, the majestic Jashi City, the sacred Kailasa Temple blur in the darkness into reality.
Protector God Vishnu, Creation God Brahma, Eight Great Celestial Guardian Gods, Asura, Garuda, and nurous Indian deities fill it with divinity and authority, crafting a perfect halo.
Beast Lord Shiva roars low, breaking free from shackles.
And then cos the fire.
One wisp, two wisps, three wisps...
Ten, a hundred, a thousand...
"Molten iron flows over covenant teeth marks, light and dark exchange powers within the vessel.
After 9000 years’ rotation, the gate of the heavens opens and closes.
Father of Flas, Master of Ti, the praised one—Zalvan:
Offering poetry and wine, reappearing in light!"
Good god Ahura and Evil god Angela Manu, the six good lesser gods and six great demons, and various Persian deities whose divinities oppose each other, manifest within the flas.
The Persian Gulf linking continents and sea, the endlessly stretching empire territory, the omnipresent Persian Pantheon, all these Persian images burn within the flas.
Great Mingzun Zalvan wipes divine blood from the corner of his mouth, staggering out of the pit, swinging the Golden Sword forward.
The crescent-shaped golden fla slashes the exhausted [Anti-Genesis] black tide in one stroke, striking towards the figure before the Throne.
Luo En lifts his right hand adorned with five Golden Rings, his fingers gently grasping.
The golden blade light shatters before reaching his face.
Clearly, even with the support of the Persian Pantheon, Zalvan’s full-powered strike fueled by dual World Essence couldn’t threaten him.
Yet at this mont, Luo En gradually furrows his brow.
Because outside the hall, the god-praising chants grow louder, and the auras of the four Origin Gods continually rise.
Zalvan spits a mouthful of bloody foam, coldly speaking:
"I must admit, your strength is beyond anything we’ve seen. In single combat, we cannot defeat you even if we tried our best. But even so, you still cannot conquer our Divine Era, our Kingdom! While you may integrate the divinities of the five Divine Eras into one, we too possess this awareness and pride!"
Before the words finish, a cluster of extrely pure flas starts from the [Kingdom], burning upwards, instantly igniting the entire Kabbalah Tree of Life, bathing the Ten Great Points in light, filling the Ten Great Heavenly Realms with dazzling gold.
Then, seventy-two Demon God Pillars hum and tremble, lighting up like steadfast torches, one by one, as eternal Holy Flas burn, turning the Seven Layers of Hell into a sea of fire.
And in the Holy Temple, golden flas ignite simultaneously on the three Origin Gods, Enzambi, Enu, and Shiva.
The sa luster, the sa frequency.
In unison, the sounds of different languages and voices rge into one:
"ashem vohu...yata ahu...!"
Billions of golden fire seeds gather flas into light, lting the gaps and divisions between different civilizations, fusing the four silhouettes in the inferno-filled temple into the one True God.
A figure with four heads and eight arms speaks from its mouth with a mixed voice that is male and female, both old and young:
"From the [Kingdom] to the [Crown], mastering the [Ten Great Points] representing divinity, sweeping away the demon-natured [Seventy-Two Pillars], ascending the Throne amidst billions of cheers, truly a perfect path of Ascension to God, thank you for teaching us this."
It sounds both male and female, both old and young—a mixed symphony from the mouth of the golden giant echoing the sentint. This being, step by step, reached unprecedented heights with sheer personal strength.
Ultimately, he single-handedly forced the five Divine Eras under the Persian Empire to a crisis.
In doing so, he prompted the gods across the lands, who harbored gaps in their hearts, to abandon past grudges and march towards the path of divine integration, to face this supre enemy of the Empire together.
But as such, the original wayward gods were forced to set aside old grudges, moving towards a path of global unity, to confront the most powerful enemy the Empire has ever faced.
For to achieve the [God above]’s only throne, they were destined to beco adversaries.
And the ultimate respect and tribute to an enemy is utter extermination!
In return then.
The empire’s most formidable enemy shall et their end at the end of ti, becoming our staircase to godhood!
The four-headed, eight-ard golden giant roars, clashing violently with the surging Persian deities.
In the flas, Luo En also manifests into a colossal Giant God form, colliding fiercely with the oncoming Persian gods.
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