Chapter 899

Divine beings.

Or rather, these Míwù who call themselves divine beings are, in the mouths of the great matriarchs of Lao Tie and Wa Island, called living beings of extraterrestrial demons; they come from a wondrous world.

Suwu City, its furnishings simple and solemn, the hall displaying vast quantities of weapons and armor is heavily guarded outside; vast numbers of divine giant soldiers and elite five-element spirits seal off heaven and earth, with Wu tribesmen wandering about, preventing anyone from accidentally approaching.

The hall's doors and windows are tightly shut, the latches and thresholds flashing with sealing light, not a gap left.

Any movement inside the hall cannot be known to those outside.

In the center of the hall, a long table stretches out; Wu Tie sits at the far end, Míwù stands before it, before them floating a cluster of hazy light-mist.

Within the light-mist can be seen a colorful, bizarre sea of stars, a galaxy; countless worm-like space tracks weave through the star sea, linking up the magnificent, large bubbles within it.

Each bubble is a divine nation, a vast world.

Countless such divine nations, such worlds stacked upon one another, linked by innate space tracks, together form the 'Divine Realm World' from which the Míwù originate.

Around each divine nation, in the boundless star sea, there are countless stars great and small; upon these stars wise peoples thrive, worshipping the gods, they are the 'followers' of these Míwù divine beings.

'We loom above, looking down on them, ruling them, enjoying them, protecting them from the myriad dangers of the star sea, forming a perfect symbiotic relationship.'

'Star sea tides, giant star beasts, and various indefinable perilous erosions.'

'Because of our gods' existence, the civilization of these feeble peoples can continue and grow.'

The scene within the light-mist continually shifts, showing the divine legions marching through space tracks to invade other divine nations.

'Followers, to us, are an extremely precious resource, the most precious wealth.'

'We gods… frankly speaking, we lack creativity.'

'Or rather, because of bloodline, from birth our bloodline decides everything, so we need no creativity.'

'Bloodline decides your appearance, your future, how strong you can become, what heights you can reach. No effort, no struggle needed; just live until your bloodline erupts in its greatest power, and you naturally possess everything.'

'Thus the gods are actually a bunch of boring people; they need do nothing but live, wait, and then reap the rewards.'

'But those weak, tiny follower peoples are different; they must exert their wit and intelligence merely to survive… to live better. Hence they have fine wine, fine food, fine vessels, and moreover beautiful music and dance.'

'Even, beautiful or handsome opposite-sex followers have an attraction to the gods stronger than that of their own partners.'

'Hard to understand? No, no, this is plain as day.'

'For example, those goddesses with strong bloodlines… they are in fact as dull as zombies.'

'Stiff all over, their words cold and harsh, devoid of any charm. They will never powder their faces, never dress in splendid attire, never speak with poetic grace, never dance bewitchingly to please you.'

'And those noble-blooded male gods are the same; do not expect to hear from their lips a single sincere compliment to a goddess, for the function of "praising the opposite sex" simply does not exist for divine beings.'

'So, one can imagine…'

Míwù clapped his hands and sighed deeply: 'Respected Prince Wu, can you imagine? Once, for a mundane beautiful woman, the three great divine nations erupted in a thousand‑year "War of the Red Rose."'

'That beautiful woman, oh, in the secret archives of the Wisdom God Tribe I have seen her fragrance, that thin layer of silver fur on her neck—utterly captivating.'

'She was frozen in ice by the Ice Spirit God Tribe's sorcery, preserving her youthful beauty. After a thousand‑year War of the Red Rose, the victors, the crown prince of the Beast God Tribe at that time, paid the price of tens of thousands of clansmen and hundreds of billions of followers, finally winning the beauty.'

Wu Tie gazed at Míwù with a deep look: 'You lot, so‑called gods, are really boring.'

Within the light‑mist, Míwù displays the battlefield where gods slaughter and war: one or two divine beings, or demigods bearing divine blood, each commanding tens of thousands of follower troops, madly slaughtering on each star.

The fall of a divine being is uncommon.

While the sacrifice of followers is frequent.

The entire star sea, because of the gods' desires and benefits, often erupts in divine wars; it can be said that in the Divine Realm World there is never a peaceful day, each day seeing several divine nations clash in battle.

For a mundane beautiful opposite‑sex, the gods can unleash a thousand‑year war.

And for a jar of aged fine wine, a small‑scale conflict can be sparked, causing the blood of several low‑born gods to spill on the spot.

Even, for the sake of which of two follower musicians plays a more beautiful, moving tune, two gods from different tribes can duel on the spot, deciding right and wrong by life and death.

Chaos, utterly chaotic.

Barbaric, extremely barbaric.

Ferocious, extraordinarily ferocious.

The gods are a group possessing mighty bloodline power, enjoying the fruits without seeking advancement, living entirely on talent, acting purely on instinct—humanoid beasts.

Their splendid palaces, fine clothing, delicious feasts, intoxicating wine, plus those exquisite crafts and gorgeous ornaments—all these enjoyments are the fruits of followers' labor.

And the gods themselves create hardly anything.

They merely wield their swords and blades, continually bathing this wondrous Divine Realm World in blood and fire.

'Then how are we and you connected?' Wu Tie gazed solemnly at Míwù… he was curious, what exactly is the war between gods and mankind?

The light‑mist in Míwù's hand shifted, revealing a series of new moving images.

'The Divine Realm World has just drifted along in deathly stillness for countless years; if nothing unexpected happens, everyone will continue thus.' Míwù said calmly: 'New divine beings are conceived, born, grow; their future authority and status are determined by the bloodline power within them… then they enjoy the offerings of followers, until…'

Míwù said in a low voice: 'Until the end of lifespan, until the divine fire extinguishes…… or, because of some strange circumstance, achieve "eternity," become "immortal."'

'The entire Divine Realm World is just this stagnant pool of deathly stillness; only wars between gods can stir up a few bloody ripples in it.'

'But one day things changed, a shock capable of shaking the whole Divine Realm World.'

In the light‑mist, light and shadow flickered, and Míwù related it slowly.

Once, the 'Primordial Dark God Tribe' that had dominated the entire Divine Realm World and made many god tribes tremble—within it, a low‑born lesser god with inferior bloodline, at a grand ceremony, before all the dark gods, challenged the then Dark God King and defeated him.

He broke the bloodline's shackles, shattered its seal, and with the inferior bloodline of a lesser god he forcibly possessed a terrifying power surpassing the God King.

The news spread like a hurricane across the Divine Realm World, stirring countless gods, then arousing the deepest, most primal greed in their hearts.

Divine bloodline is an existence akin to truth itself.

Bloodline decides everything; this is an eternal, unchanging heavenly way.

Someone twisted the truth, someone shattered the heavenly way, someone actually did it.

When the power of all god tribes in the Divine Realm World was unleashed, its force was terrifying…… the dark god who had succeeded in challenging the God King was subdued by a joint effort of hundreds of God‑King‑level mighty ones, then utterly crushed.

Every cell of his, every tiniest fragment of his soul, was carefully sifted through by God‑King‑level masters versed in soul secret arts.

Then the gods joyfully discovered…… the 'Origin of Creation' of the gods.

It is a clump of indescribable spiritual light, located in a highly secret dangerous place in the Boundless Star Sea of the Divine Realm World.

The dark divine spirit that succeeded in challenging the Divine King, while hunting a star beast for fun in the Boundless Star Sea, inadvertently entered that dangerous place and discovered that clump of spiritual light in a naturally formed divine palace.

In the Divine Realm World, the bloodline essences of all divine clans and all wise races are contained within that clump of spiritual light.

The gods found that divine palace, and through a century-long meticulous investigation, solid evidence proved that this clump of spiritual light is the Origin of Creation of the world of the gods.

He is the origin of all life in the Divine Realm World.

He is a seed, and the Life Tide he scattered spread in all directions; under the nourishment of heavenly and earthly energy of different attributes, numerous powerful divine clans were born, as well as countless varied weak intelligent races.

The lofty gods and those humble races actually share the same origin.

Naturally, the news that made the gods lose face was tightly sealed.

Afterwards, the gods conducted careful tests, selecting some lesser gods with inferior bloodlines or demigods with mortal bloodlines to touch the Origin of Creation.

As expected, their bloodlines underwent a complete transformation, changing from inferior and incomplete bloodlines to the perfect, complete, most noble bloodline of the primordial divine clan; their strength, qualifications, potential, foundations, etc., all underwent a complete transformation.

Then the problem becomes obvious.

Any divine clan that obtains the Origin of Creation can continuously produce people with perfect bloodlines, and once these people grow up, they undoubtedly possess Divine King-level combat power.

If a divine clan possessed as many Divine King-level experts as all other divine clans combined… tsk, tsk, tsk…

The war thus broke out.

All divine clans wanted to monopolize the Origin of Creation; concepts like sharing, profit-sharing, cooperative development did not exist in the gods' minds and could not possibly exist.

Even within sufficiently powerful divine clans, many factions were divided.

After seizing the Origin of Creation, which family should preserve this heavenly treasure?

All divine spirits wanted to control the Origin of Creation themselves; all divine spirits hoped that the Origin of Creation would bring benefits only to themselves.

An unprecedented all-out war plunged the Divine Realm World into unprecedented chaos.

Divine spirits fought in the void, while the massive armies formed by followers battled on celestial bodies, fighting until heaven collapsed and earth split, until blood flowed like seas; after decades of battle, many wise races in the Divine Realm World were nearly driven to extinction.

Then the news leaked.

Those numerous and varied follower races somehow learned the truth of the Origin of Creation!

It turns out that the lowly followers who forever could only look up to the gods actually share the same origin and possess the same noble bloodline!

The nature of the war immediately changed.

The massive armies formed by the gods' followers pointed their weapons at the gods they once worshipped and believed in.

The divine spirits' treasure-seizing war turned into a campaign by the divine spirits to suppress follower rebellions in order to maintain their rule and authority.

The war became even more brutal.

One celestial body after another was destroyed, and the corpses of countless followers filled the Star Sea.

Followers, with their own blood and flesh, forcibly dragged divine spirits together toward death.

The gods' reproduction is difficult, their growth slow; while the followers' reproduction is frenzied, their growth is rapid.

Moreover, the followers' creativity and execution far surpass the stiff, inflexible gods.

Thus, some strong followers, by mysterious means, contacted the Origin of Creation, breaking through their bloodline shackles and, in a very short time, becoming powerful enough to threaten a Divine King.

The intensity of the war immediately escalated.

The ancient gods who had fallen into self‑induced slumber out of boredom with their long, dull lives were also awakened; they discovered the preciousness of the Origin of Creation and joined the war.

Their power surpassed the Divine King, surpassed the Divine Emperor, reaching an unimaginable level.

Countless strong followers were slain, countless followers were mercilessly ground to ash, and the war of the ancient gods caused many divine clans to perish.

When the gods and followers had beaten each other's brains out and the Divine Realm World was filled with smoke and countless corpses, Pangu rode a strange chaos beast from the Boundless Void and passed through the Divine Realm World.

Seeing that the Origin of Creation was good and that the gods' war was bad, he told the many powerful ancient gods that he would settle their disputes.

Thus, Pangu seized the Origin of Creation by force.

Pangu used the Origin of Creation to help countless weak follower tribes break their bloodline shackles, enabling the emergence among them of powerful beings capable of rivaling the ancient gods.

Pangu gave those weak and lowly tribes the confidence to stand tall.

And he naturally became the Public Enemy of the Gods.

Thus, the gods joined forces and madly pursued Pangu in the Boundless Void.

Later, what Wu Tie saw in his bloodline memory was the scene of Pangu and the chaos beast breaking open the Primordial Chaos Void, cleaving heaven and earth to create a magnificent grand world.