"Finally, finally..."
Su Wan felt the vague divinity in her "home" and sighed softly.
"Where will it go?"
“You’re here.”
Naya propped up his chin and stared straight ahead.
Luo Ling walked over to her and sat down, nodding slightly.
"Um."
"In the end, I still took out some insurance." Naya glanced at Luo Ling, with a sneer on his face, "Do you think you can hide it from them?"
"I have no idea."
Luo Ling said frankly, she looked down at the "home" floating in the virtual world, her eyes twinkling.
She cast a Transcendent Guardian on her "home", but it was completely different from the Transcendent Guardian at the previous Place of Origin, and it almost exhausted the power of the few "Transcendent" gods that Luo Ling currently had.
As long as Luo Ling ultimately fails and is forced to embark on the path of transformation, or faces an even more tragic ending, this protection will be activated, sending "home" out of this desperate universe.
Even though there might be other dangers later, it was better than staying in this hopeless world until it was completely swallowed up by nothingness and turned into meaningless everything.
This is one of the few selfish desires of Luo Ling.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have any advice for you,” Naya said, his face becoming more serious, “because I am also a loser.
"But like Tusheng, I also hope that you can take a completely different path from us, a path that can stop the disaster here. This is a 'miracle' that even I dare not achieve."
"I... will try my best." Luo Ling slowly closed his eyes and spoke softly, as if he was talking to Naia, or as if he was talking to himself, "The echoes of countless star civilizations should not be cut off here." After the words fell, Luo Ling opened his eyes again.
What fell into her eyes was no longer complete nothingness, but was filled with scattered, shapeless time breakpoints and fragments of space that were cut into pieces and intertwined with nothingness.
With infinite scale and infinite breadth, all concepts of the world appeared in her vision.
And not far away from the field of vision, or even in the distance that is so far away that it is untouchable, there is only dark darkness, filled with the unknown and meaninglessness.
This is the real "River of Time" in the eyes of the gods, not just a materialized and reflected river.
Luo Ling stretched out his hand and gently plucked one of the broken points and fragments, just like playing a musical instrument. The slight ripples that were created immediately spread throughout the world, shaking it.
"Hello, Doomsday"
Chapter 11: End of the World
In the vast and boundless universe, darkness and meaninglessness fill everything within sight. Only in a remote and insignificant corner, a faint light, under the continuous spreading and eroding of endless darkness, struggles to squeeze out a few traces of sadness.
However, even this tiny glimmer of light is dissipating at a terrifying speed, and the last order of this world... is irreversibly heading towards collapse and collapse in the infinite scale of time and space.
Every world that experiences the disaster of gods will end up with different yet similar endings. The special rules of gods have completely become a part of the world, but have distorted past civilizations.
Perhaps, at the end of distant time and space, on the other side that is difficult to reach, a new civilization that adapts to the rules of the gods can be reborn, but the star civilization that once existed in the past is no longer there.
No one will remember they were ever there.
But the sadder future of this universe is the essence of "doomsday".
Once the complete nothingness and meaninglessness fills the vast universe and becomes the only rule, even the future on the other side of time and space will be completely annihilated, reaching the true doomsday moment.
This... is the desperate disaster brought about by the god named "Doomsday", a sad ending that no known god has ever faced.
The former "Metamorphosis" knew that the end was irreversible and could only despair towards self-destruction. Fortunately, when it was about to die, Metamorphosis left behind a precious treasure for the world.
—An existence named "Luo Ling".
Before the final disaster "Doomsday" came, she was given the most precious life. From then on, the end of the starry civilization was no longer meaningless. As the last will of mankind, Luo Ling embarked on this journey to seek the end.
However, after becoming Tusheng's successor, Luo Ling also faced a similar dilemma as his former "mother".
In the vast yet lonely cemetery, Luo Ling looked around, but could only see countless graves. In front of the vast number of nameless tombstones were scattered, withered, and broken petals. She took a few steps forward.
Among a crowd of desolate and dilapidated tombstones, there was a conspicuous new grave standing out in front of her. The traces of other graves had already turned into nameless tombs in the passage of time and nothingness. Only the one in front of her had a clearly visible portrait on it.
There is a lady wearing a black veil, whose face cannot be recognized but who is filled with endless sorrow. She is located in the center of the cemetery.
She is dead.
The past of the starry civilization of the past has almost disappeared, and the remaining spark of fire has gradually dimmed. The four places of origin have completed their mission as mourners, offering the last, but not the most brilliant, fireworks for the grand funeral of this world.
The traces of human civilization came to an end at the end of time and space, before the "end of the world".
The dust of the embers was swirling and falling in every corner of the endless void. All traces of the past were disappearing, and even time and space were slowly falling into a state of complete annihilation. The unstoppable "doomsday" gradually enveloped the entire world.
A little further, even just a little bit...
That is the moment when the entire vast and desolate universe is completely heading towards its end.
"But I hope... such a moment will never come."
A pair of dark and deep eyes slowly bloomed in the void, gazing at this universe that was about to be annihilated. Even though it tried to be as emotionless as possible, it was still filled with tear-inducing sadness.
Luo Ling took out a withered and dim flower, slowly bent down, and placed it in front of the new grave.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the portrait of the Black Mourning Lady on the new grave. The crystal clearness blurred the face of the portrait. A fine drizzle floated down from the sky, and the falling rain gradually dissolved this cemetery filled with sorrow, just like the coming of "doomsday".
Until the last glimmer of light was swallowed up by annihilation and the void, the sad dark eyes finally slowly closed, extinguishing the last flickering candlelight for this universe heading towards its end.
Then.
“This is just the beginning.”
The last, only, only chance.
There is no option to do it again, no chance to return to save the situation, only complete annihilation or the dawn of redemption.
A dark grey shadow emerged from the endless black nothingness. It was the only existence in this already destroyed universe that had not fallen into meaninglessness. However, this situation would not last long, and he would eventually return to complete loneliness.
However, some scattered bright stardust added a bit of definite reality to this illusory dark gray shadow, just like the first starlight at the beginning of chaos, escaping from the lonely shadow.
Deity, "transcendence".
Born from the nothingness of annihilation, deprived of the meaninglessness of gradual degeneration, it stands tall in the universe again with the will of civilization.
A pair of eyes that were sparkling and clear slowly opened, with scattered light fragments in the pupils. The eyes were also deep, but without sadness. Instead, they looked at the empty and lonely universe with hope.
"I say, civilization never dissipates."
No language is needed, the will of the gods is the most irresistible word in this world. Today's "transformation" is no longer just a differentiated path, he has become a true god, and even "doomsday" cannot completely erode it.
Everything in the deep starry pupils is reflected in the void universe, outlining some traces of the past. Although false and unrealistic, and as weak as a candle in the wind, it has already shattered the meaninglessness brought about by the coming of "doomsday".
Save the world…
Luo Ling's figure reappeared, and the girl slowly raised her head. The end of her vision was no longer nothingness and annihilation. The hope of rebirth was no longer just slim.
But it's not over yet.
Even if hope has appeared, despair still exists.
So, next…
Luo Ling raised his hand and waved it, just like an innocent child, painting freely on the scroll.
What she has to do is to re-create the world with the will of "transcendence" when the "doomsday" comes.
This is her salvation.
At the same time, it is also... the final result of everyone's methods of salvation.
"Doomsday" and "ascension" fill the entire universe at the same time, intertwined and existing with each other. The iron rule that "gods will never meet each other" seems to be completely broken at this moment.
But it is not completely broken.
Just because... there has never been an existence with two gods at the same time, no matter which world it is.
At the same time, it can add a glimmer of possibility to this salvation effort which should have been impossible and hopeless.
“First, the path.”
This was the way to salvation created and chosen by Mother Tusheng in the old days. It was not completely wrong, and it could even be said to have real potential to save the world. After all, it was the most promising one she chose among the countless futures she had sighted on.
Unfortunately, due to her own reasons, this road to salvation hastened the destruction of the old days. Until the restart, it did not end well, and there were still ten "forbidden" existences that humans could never contend with.
The original path only has "Metamorphosis", but this path actually comes from the power of the god "Doomsday". It is the power of the past Metamorphosis that is differentiated from her own and allows humans to control it.
The essence of the path is actually the authority to use power.
The power belonging to the gods is almost impossible for humans to master. Perhaps some miraculous geniuses can do it, but the probability is probably one in hundreds of billions. What Metamorphosis does is to seal up these uncontrollable powers, just like small boxes.
Humans do not need to understand the nature of these powers, nor do they need to feel these powers. They only need to get the corresponding "key" and use the corresponding "small box" to release powers far beyond their own.
This is just a brief description of the situation. The actual situation is much more complicated. The degree of understanding of the "key" or even the "small box" is different, and the effects they play are also not exactly the same.
Although the threshold for mastering the "key" is much lower, and can even be said to be no difficulty compared to itself, it is still difficult for most humans.
Therefore, based on the situation of the "metamorphosis" path, the power of other gods is used as a template to further differentiate it into six more easily understood paths, making these "keys" easier to master.
After climbing up the path created by the initial transformation step by step, you can actually directly use part of the power of the gods, and it is no problem to change the world, in order to fight against the coming of "doomsday".
But ascension is, after all, just the personification of "Doomsday", and it cannot go against the instinctive will of "Doomsday".
The six order-side paths ended up at the wrong end, and some of those who held the "key" became the pawns of the spread of "doomsday", adding fuel to the coming of "doomsday" until everything burned out.
The four places of origin that also have paths have also faced the same difficulties as in the old days, but the weirdness in the old days was even more terrifying.
Once the metamorphosis opens up stronger permissions for the path, stronger enemies will appear on the other side. She will always be fighting with herself endlessly.
By the time Tusheng finally realized it, it was already too late. Even if he tried to take back as many permissions as possible and curb the power of the path to the limit, he could not stop the arrival of "Doomsday".
But now Luo Ling does not have the troubles she had in the past. The deity "metamorphosis" she possesses does not come from "doomsday", so the path she takes will not be just a meaningless self-struggle like in the past.
What is even more clear is that because Luo Ling also controls the god "Doomsday", she can directly call upon the power of the god "Doomsday" to fill the path created by "Metamorphosis" and make the humans who embark on the path stronger.
Among the illusory stars, six vague roads slowly emerged.
"Souls" - "Death", "Dream" - "Nightmare", "Judgment" - "Sin", "Order" - "Chaos", "Disaster" - "Elements", "The Other Shore" - "This Life"
Finally, at the end of the six paths, they converge into only one, which is also the initial cornerstone of the new world, "Metamorphosis".
There is no more "doomsday".
Magnificent and dazzling colors with twinkling starlight pave all the roads. The way of salvation that once took all the efforts has been re-presented in the world in another form.
The path of "transcendence" that belongs only to the gods has been completely separated from "doomsday".
"Mother, did you see
Luo Ling murmured to himself. At the end of the "transformation" path, he seemed to be able to see an illusory figure of a girl, who was smart and gentle, and seemed to be smiling.
She slowly raised her hand, and all the starlight gathered in her palm. This was everything in the starry civilization.
Not the past, which has disappeared, but the present, which has been reborn.
—But, if that’s all, it’s not enough.
Even though Luo Ling has separated himself from the differences in paths through the "transformation" of the gods, he is still intertwined with the "doomsday" of the gods, shrouded in nothingness and annihilation, and is definitely not a place where living beings can get along harmoniously.
The illusory sea of stars is entangled in the deep nothingness and is ultimately difficult to turn into reality.
unless... ..
Luo Ling gazed into the distance, as if he remembered something, and slowly closed his eyes.
Countless illusory stardust began to condense and shrink, no longer spreading throughout the universe, but falling completely into Luo Ling's palm, like a first spark, burning and exploding very slowly and seemingly very quickly.
All it takes is an opportunity to turn it into reality again.
And Luo Ling had already obtained this opportunity long time ago.
As a god, he opened his eyes again. The bright stars faded away, and were instead filled with the emerald green of the wilderness. He took out a seed, raised his hand and waved it lightly, scattering it in the sea of stars.
This is a seed that was re-condensed after the complete demise of "Changshengtian" and was collected by Luo Ling.
But at this moment, the seed that Luo Ling took out was not entirely the one left behind by the original omen.
The "Changshengtian" of the past was Yao Ji's final masterpiece, a world seeking the "other side" of gods, at the cost of her own understanding of gods and the entire legendary land, in order to master the Emperor Sword Xuanyuan.
The reason for the failure, or even the tragic ending, was because of Yao Ji's misunderstanding of the true nature of the gods.
But what this seed is seeking now is the world where the gods have "ascended".
This is Luo Ling's world.
The sorrow of the past will never appear again.