Chapter 81: The Glorious Era

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The dark and profound Starry Sky suddenly underwent various peculiar changes; the many gazes that had previously been maliciously ostentatious instantly retracted, carrying clear fear.

In the end, only a Red Moon remained hanging there, flickering with light, silently confronting that beam of light and shadow.

At this instant, He was infinitely close to that original God, the Creator.

Making all the Outer Gods feel indescribable dread.

While the Creator looked up at the Starry Sky, all the living beings of the world were looking up at that massive light and shadow.

The "God of Dawn" Badehaier led the majority of the remaining Giant race to migrate, moving far away from the Giant King's Court; at this moment, he looked up, silent and wordless.

The "God of Death" Salinger stood at the edge of the Underworld, watching that light and shadow, also silent.

These two subordinate gods, who had gained immense benefits in the endgame of the era, were also unable to resist power of this level.

Even possessing the status of a god, one still needed to keep a low profile and lie dormant in this newborn era.

Before this Creator revealed any signs of decline, no god dared to Provoke.

This was the end of an era, and also the beginning of an era.

That light and shadow, which stood as tall as heaven and earth, maintained its form for half a quarter of an hour before finally retracting, and the Chaos Sea beneath His feet gradually faded away.

In the end, the light and shadow returned to the Creator Kingdom, and a Blasphemy Slate fell down, returning to the hands of Sasriel.

Sasriel's brows furrowed slightly.

"Has that one awakened?" Chumen asked curiously.

Nothing could be discerned from that light and shadow, but Sasriel should know very clearly.

"If there were no awakening, this Blasphemy Slate would not be in my hands," Sasriel shook his head lightly.

"Of course, this is inevitable; as long as it is maintained within a certain limit, this is also the meaning of my existence."

The Ancient Sun God did not truly accommodate the Chaos Sea, but chose to maintain the status quo, controlling the Chaos Sea through Sasriel.

This was the most effective way to prevent that one's awakening from exceeding control.

"From the current perspective, that one's will has no abnormal movements."

"I always feel it's not very reliable..." Chumen expressed doubt; this was the beginning of the Third Epoch!

The power of that "original God," the "Creator," had not yet experienced the weakening brought by the arrival of the Doomsday; it was too powerful, and even with the "Error" Unique of the "Mysteries," it was difficult to truly contend with that one's awakening.

And Sasriel was, in reality, just a "firewall."

"My main body has initially grasped the 'Omniscient and Omnipotent' Authority; it won't be devoured by that one," Sasriel said.

Chumen was someone who knew what would happen in the future, and remained pessimistic about this.

"Let's go," Sasriel and Chumen returned to the Creator Kingdom.

"The Lord who created everything, the Omniscient and Omnipotent God..."

The prayers of countless devout believers echoed in the Creator Kingdom; the sunlight felt substantial like silk ribbons, allowing every believer to obtain true tranquility.

"Seven days from now, the Lord will descend to bestow blessings upon the devout."

Sasriel announced to all the believers.

"Eh!" Chumen stopped thinking about certain future possibilities and instead revealed a smile, "Isn't this just 'dividing the Cake'!"

With the World Barrier not yet vanished and the "Mysteries" not yet awake, the Creator who truly grasped the "Omniscient and Omnipotent" Authority was truly invincible, and the entire world would fall under His rule.

At this time, "dividing the Cake" was also the most direct way to pacify believers and strengthen the power of His own Church.

It's just that this Cake wouldn't be paid out from the treasury, would it... Chumen took a light breath.

That doesn't seem like a good thing either...

"You have one too," Sasriel looked at Chumen, "And it's the biggest piece."

"Oh?!" Chumen blinked, feeling anticipation.

For him, who controlled the treasury, there was really nothing that could make his heart move.

"Good!"

Seven days was an extremely subtle point in time; it was the time of creation recorded in the Creator's Scripture.

In the span of seven days, the Creator created everything, but unfortunately, no one could know what this second-generation Creator was doing during these seven days.

But at this very moment, these seven days were the key time for devout believers from all over the world to make a pilgrimage.

Believers kept pouring into the Creator's Kingdom; there was no shortage of Demigods and Angels.

This was definitely a gathering of the highest standard outside of "Characteristic aggregation."

The reason no "Characteristic self-service" occurred was entirely because the sunlight had "Purified" all malice.

"With so many people, you are all going to lay hands on my treasury!" Chumen's face turned green at the sight.

The Ancient God forces had been wiped out, and most of the Characteristics had been collected into the Creator's treasury; there was no shortage of Sequence 1s and Uniques, making it unimaginably wealthy.

But the Beyonders coming to make a pilgrimage this time were too terrifying; once the "blessings" were given out, the newly replenished treasury would shrink by more than half.

"You have to give me some compensation!" Chumen looked at Sasriel.

"... That is my treasury!" Sasriel almost slapped him with a Blasphemy Slate, saying irritably.

"Then tell me first what you are planning to give me!" Chumen asked this question; he hated riddle-makers the most, he never guessed, he asked directly.

"An Authority!" Sasriel held his forehead with his hand, but eventually said it.

An Authority?

Chumen widened his eyes slightly; could this be considered a sudden surprise?

"Choose one out of five! Think carefully about what you want," Sasriel added once more.

"I can choose?!" Chumen's eyes rolled, "Can I choose 'Omniscient and Omnipotent'?"

"What do you think?" Sasriel crossed his arms and looked at Chumen with a smile.

"Cough... forget it," Chumen coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, "'Omniscient and Omnipotent' is strongly related to the Chaos Sea; I estimate I wouldn't be able to replicate it with 'Myriad Phenomena'."

"Heh..." Sasriel chuckled, "You really want to choose 'Omniscient and Omnipotent'?"

"'Sun', 'Storm', 'White Tower', 'Fallen', and 'Imagination'..."

One Pathway, one Authority; one may choose any one of them.

This "Cake" was so good that even Chumen felt it was somewhat unreal.

"Truly dreamy..." the Dream Angel sighed; he had even thought the Ancient Sun God would give him the ownership of those Uniques, but he had not expected it to be one of His own Authorities.

"What should I choose?" Chumen even had the urge to shout "I want them all," but adults know that one cannot afford it.

Amidst this happy trouble, the seven-day pilgrimage set by the Creator began.

Every piece of land in the Creator Kingdom had a believer stationed on it, and the entire Kingdom of God was echoing with pious prayers to the Creator.

Everyone was also waiting for the arrival of a special point in time.

That was the moment the Sun reached the highest point in the world, which was also special for the Creator who took the Sun as His foundation.

"Clang! Clang!"

The moment of high noon had arrived, and a heavy, distant bell toll rang out from the largest Ritual Square, echoing throughout the entire Creator Kingdom.

"Praise the Sun!"