allendalepharm Chapter 498 Before the gods, one should remain humble!
Chapter 498 Before the gods, one should remain humble!
Chapter 498 Before the gods, one should remain humble!
The Chaos Spirit God had a smile on his lips. He hadn't originally intended to say anything, but since Lu Yu had figured it out, there was no need to hide it.
because……
A predetermined fate cannot be changed.
Faced with the overwhelming tide of fate, mortals will only be submerged.
Even the greatest beings can change small trends, but to reverse the grand trend of fate, they need to pay a huge price.
unless……
Taboos have consequences!
They are the most unreasonable people in the world.
Although Lu Yu is the embodiment of the taboo... not the taboo itself, he is nothing to fear.
The previous battles were to test whether the forbidden beings would intervene, but now it is certain that the other side will not pay attention to these minor skirmishes.
Otherwise, if they wanted to take action, they would have slapped themselves to death long ago; there would be no need for such trouble.
If their arrival would actually bring even greater calamity to the Mother River, then the Chaos Gods and Demons would have to admit defeat.
Looking at the arrogant Chaos Spirit God, Lu Yu, disguised as a disciple, had a slight glint in his eyes.
It was clear that the situation was rapidly deteriorating. As long as the original form of the old god returned, he could further seize the authority of the will of nature, take over a shell company in the main world, and successfully ascend to godhood.
Because the Chaos Spirit God was born in the main world, it can use this to break free from the suppression of the mortal ecosystem and become a true god among mortals.
Even worse, it can engulf the subject's consciousness and take over the dominant position.
This shadow of God, reflected from desire,
Now, I am about to become a true god!
The paper god is dead, the spirit god shall be born!
Boom!
Thinking of this, Lu Yu stepped out and entered the City of the Sky. He struck the Staff of the Dust Walker in his hand. With each step, the earth was weathered, and endless sandstorms swept up, which, together with the deep red roots, transformed into a giant hand that swept towards the Chaos Spirit God.
Wherever it goes, everything decays!
Ultimate Technique - Grasp of Decay!
As the Staff of the Dust Walker continues to devour souls, it is only 10,000 away from evolving to 100,000.
But reality is not a game; only when the quantity reaches a certain point will a qualitative change occur.
The process of transformation is continuous, constantly improving, and ultimately accumulating strength.
Therefore, in addition to shortening lifespan, the Staff of the Dust Walker also possesses the ability to accelerate the decay of all things.
Once touched, life and spirit will decay more quickly.
All things decay and decay, but those who tread the dust remain forever!
boom!
However, this terrifying power was blocked by the white paper the moment it got close.
The paper yellowed, revealing many crooked, shriveled characters, like those of a withered baby. All the power of aging was recorded on it, quickly vanishing into nothingness.
"Not bad ability, it's just a pity you're too weak right now!"
The Chaos Goddess chuckled as she devoured the immense power of desire. In particular, the arrival of the Paper God Kingdom had multiplied her strength several times over, bringing her close to the peak of the Ecological Lord realm. She was still undergoing transformation, striving to become a Pseudo-King.
She looked at Lu Yu, and countless ancient characters appeared in the white hole behind her, roughly meaning...
"Those who defy fate will be cut in half at the waist!"
The instant the words were written, invisible ripples exploded around Lu Yu, instantly obliterating his upper body, leaving only half of his body remaining.
Behind him, a deep abyss stretching for tens of thousands of miles was plowed out, and countless houses built from the resilient roots of the sky crumbled and collapsed, raising clouds of dust.
The Chaos God grinned and said, "Please remain silent during my ascension ceremony."
As they spoke, the ancient divine kingdom continued to approach, preparing to completely crush the city at the top of the sky.
"The Hand of the Sky!"
However, at this moment, the vast laws of the Heavenly Tree swept in, transforming into towering divine trees, each one so tall that mortals could only look up at them, unable to see their entirety.
But at this moment, countless divine trees gathered together to form a giant hand that spanned millions of miles. Although it still appeared extremely small in the face of the ancient divine kingdom, it forcefully held it up.
The Heavenly Tree King, supporting the divine kingdom with one hand, looked calmly at his disciple, who was now only half-formed, and said:
"He failed."
"Still not working...?"
The Elf Queen, however, felt no joy; a hint of regret flashed in her eyes.
really……
No one can change the predetermined fate.
Even disciples are merely individuals who shine slightly in the toys manipulated by fate.
However, the Elf Queen had lived for a very long time, and after a moment of confusion, she quickly regained her senses and said excitedly, "Now that she has come out of the divine kingdom, Father, why don't you and Mother work together to crush her?"
If it can be crushed by the laws of the true king, it might be possible to stop the ascension ceremony of the Chaos God Abomination.
After all, the Sky Tree Kingdom has two True Kings!
However, as soon as he finished speaking...
Enveloped by the dark green laws of the Sky Tree, obscuring its features, the Sky Tree King spoke with its back to her:
"Herista, you may leave."
"Leave the Sky Tree Kingdom and never come back."
True King Chenyue remained silent, saying nothing, but simply gazing at the ancient divine kingdom.
Upon hearing this, Christa stood frozen in place, overwhelmed by intense unease and confusion, and stammered:
"Father, what are you saying?"
There was still a chance to turn things around!
However, at this moment, the Chaos Spirit God, having dealt with the troublesome disciple, turned to look at the father and daughter and smiled charmingly:
"Because he's a coward."
"Shut up!" Christa roared, her eyes bloodshot, "What right does a created, false life have to mock the true king?"
"Father, kill this guy!"
"Hehehe... I'll just stand here and wait for him to kill me!"
The Chaos Spirit God seemed to have heard a huge joke.
"You're asking for it!"
The Elf Queen was enraged. Holding her scepter, she unleashed boundless natural power, carrying an overwhelming pressure, and pressed down upon the Chaos God of Evil.
The Profound Mystery of Nature—The Celestial Tree Method!
She could suppress even a Chaos Spirit God who wasn't even a false king.
However, facing such a terrifying attack, the Chaos Spirit God was not afraid, and said with a smile:
"My lovely daughter, do you want to kill your mother?"
"My mother is the noble Queen of the Dust Moon, what are you?" Christaxia frowned and rebuked, but just as her attack was about to land, it was annihilated by the laws of the Sky Tree.
"What!?"
Christa was stunned and instinctively turned her head to look at her father.
Many guesses came to mind.
Could it be that my father... had an affair?
But the Elven race doesn't enforce monogamy, so there's no need for it, right?
Or perhaps... Father was bewitched by this creature he created?
However, when she looked at her mother, Chenyue Zhenwang, she found that the latter remained silent.
From the time she could remember, her mother seemed to have always been so taciturn, rarely speaking, and always so aloof and unapproachable.
He rarely visits her either.
Like a perfect work of art, she felt no maternal love while constantly admiring this nobility.
But at this moment, this nobility seemed especially...
Silence.
It's like... an exquisite doll.
Although this idea was highly disrespectful, it only confused her more.
"What on earth is going on!?"
Her thoughts were in a daze, unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes. The desires in her heart kept assaulting the prison of her mind, and she felt a strong sense of unease.
The Chaos Spirit Devoured her confusion, chaos, fear, and other negative emotions, and said with pleasure:
"Have you ever wondered why, in the long history of the main world, true kings and their consorts, brothers, have appeared before, but why is it that only your Elven race can have two kings ruling a single kingdom?"
"Is it because you're lazy, pleasure-seeking, or indulging in unrestrained pleasure? Or...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the laws of the Sky Tree swept over him. It did not directly attack, but the aftershocks still pushed him back several thousand meters.
"Enough is enough," the Sky Tree King said calmly. "Even if I were to single-handedly support the divine kingdom, I could still kill you."
"No, you won't," the Chaos God said with a wicked smile, his tone quite certain.
At this moment, the Elf Queen's thoughts were in great turmoil, and many things came to mind.
Although the Heavenly Tree King and his mother, the True King of Dust Moon, were praised as a model of love in the main world, only Christa knew that her father rarely visited her mother.
Moreover, unlike most pure-blooded elves, my father was not addicted to pleasure, nor did he like killing. He had always stood quietly alone at the top of the highest canopy of the Sky Tree, looking up at the moon in the sky, for tens of thousands of years.
And the mother remained forever in the dust, rarely coming to the Sky Tree.
The two were like an invisible galaxy, forever separated.
Therefore, Christa rarely felt her parents' affection, especially her mother, who was always so aloof and unapproachable, and wouldn't even give her a hug.
Her childhood was filled with loneliness, the silhouette of her father, and the boundless wealth of the Elven royal family.
Her greatest wealth was her treasure, but that was all she had.
When she was little, she asked her father, "Father, why do you rarely see Mother? Is it because you don't like her?"
That night, the Sky Tree King remained silent for a long time before finally giving her an answer: "Sometimes, you can't just see someone whenever you want."
Young Christa didn't understand the meaning of those words. She only felt that her noble father despised the giant beasts in the dust and those dirty half-elves, which was why he didn't want to go.
Therefore, she also loathed the dust and the life within it.
If they all die, perhaps the parents will see them a few more times.
Therefore, Christa even hoped to return them to dust forever. Although she did not kill them, she never controlled the hunting of slave hunters or the devouring of giant beasts.
Because this is also a kind of competition where the strong prey on the weak.
But as she grew older, she gradually let go of the childish arguments, grew accustomed to the solitude of sitting on the throne, and gradually came to understand.
A king is someone who is lonely.
Especially the true king, whose every move can affect the ecology of a country. The intertwining of two laws may give rise to terrifying side effects.
Perhaps the best scenario is for two kings not to meet.
However, due to her childhood experiences, she also resisted marriage and physical pleasure, and never sought a spouse, because the only thing that could bring her pleasure was the country's increasing prosperity and the ever-growing power in her hands.
Therefore... when she seized the framework of the ancient grimoire and learned about the abilities it contained, she saw an opportunity for the elves to dominate the world and gain supreme power.
Especially if a god is born, then the king... will he no longer be revered?
They don't need to be aloof; could they perhaps get back together?
In particular, Christa harbored a dark thought: if she could become a god, could she imprison her parents by her side forever?
For the first time in tens of thousands of years, such a strong desire arose. So she made this suggestion to her father.
For the first time, that eternally aloof man lowered his gaze, looking at the magic book in her hand with an extremely complex expression.
It contained nostalgia, shock, and...
Guilt.
He agreed to the plan, which took hundreds of years to repair the ancient grimoire and to lay the framework for the story.
Even Christa found the plot amusing; how could a high and mighty father write such a bizarre story?
The elven race was invaded, and the elven girl lost everything. She had to fight again. It is also written that even the true king died, giving everything to the girl and ascending the throne as emperor.
However, later on, the plot of the Old Grimoire began to go out of control and was beyond their control, giving rise to characters such as the Hundred-Eyed Angel, but also attracting an even greater power of belief.
Just as success was within reach, they lost control and summoned a bizarre ancient divine realm, nearly annihilating the entire elven race.
Christa had expected to be scolded by her father, but he simply looked at her quietly, then sealed away the ancient divine kingdom and calmly helped her with her affairs.
As for mothers, they remain forever in the dust, never paying attention to what they are doing.
Always so indifferent.
But Christa was not happy about this; even a scolding would have been better than this indifference.
As the king's daughter, must she also endure the same loneliness?
Previously, Christa had not suspected anything, but in the words of the Chaos Spirit God, she suddenly discovered something amiss.
Why...
Why would two true kings who do not love each other be willing to rule a kingdom together?
Is it just out of a sense of responsibility to protect the tribe?
If you don't love each other, wouldn't it be better to separate and establish two kingdoms?
The Chaos Spirit God continued to add fuel to the fire: "Laws are the most exclusive things, but have you ever seen the Celestial Tree Law, or the Dust Moon Law, used together?"
"What!?" Christa nearly choked, her voice trembling as she said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
But she panicked because she had never seen it before.
Even now, it's the father who's taking action, while the mother watches indifferently.
Even though it was a life-or-death moment concerning the extinction of the Elven race, they remained so indifferent.
He was as indifferent as a bystander.
She looked at True King Chenyue and pleaded, "Mother, she's lying, isn't she?"
However, True King Chenyue remained silent and did not speak.
The Chaos Spirit God enjoyed watching the image of the high and mighty empress's mental breakdown, but then the laws of the Celestial Tree swept in, unleashing a vast and overwhelming pressure.
The Sky Tree King will no longer hold back.
The Chaos Spirit Goddess was not afraid. Her pale abdomen writhed, revealing a face ninety percent similar to Christa's, only more mature and gentle, which spoke with tenderness:
"Safataid, you... how come you've aged so much?"
Safataid, in Elvish, means...
The place closest to the sky.
The moment she spoke, the laws of the Celestial Tree froze in mid-air, then vanished.
The eternally aloof and law-bound Heavenly Tree King spoke:
"Love...Elfheim?"
His voice, devoid of its previous haughty and aloof tone, was instead unusually cautious.
Even Christa had never seen her father like this before; he didn't seem like a ruler of the mortal world, but rather...
A fragile mortal.
But Elfheim, isn't that her mother's name? It means "mirror of dust."
But isn't True King Chenyue here?
So who is she?
But soon, the Chaos Spirit God Abomination provided the answer:
"Don't you understand? There's no such thing as two kings ruling a country together. He's just a coward who refuses to accept the fact that his wife is dead. How ridiculous!"
"Do you think he looked up at the sky because he was disgusted by the dust? He was just afraid to see his own cowardice!"
"That endless dust is the mirror of the earth. He dared not lower his head, afraid to see his own cowardice and incompetence, afraid to see the corpse buried in the dust that had long since turned into dust."
The elven girl in the Old Codex is a replica of him. Although the elves were powerful back then, there were many powerful races in ancient times, especially beautiful elves, which naturally attracted the covetousness of many ancient races.
Therefore, he was invaded by foreign enemies, but instead of the dramatic counterattack scenes in the story, he had to sacrifice his wife to survive. Only after all the enemies left did he dare to stand alone on the corpses of his people and wail.
Even after receiving the favor of nature and ascending the throne, he dared not challenge death, and could only fantasize that his wife was still alive. After becoming king, he even changed the past.
It must be said that the power of the Elven race is indeed formidable, as they managed to conjure up a fake "wife".
She made everyone believe she was still alive, attempting to reshape the world, not just the main world, but even the kings were fooled. But unfortunately, you can never fool your own heart.
"So you placed your hopes on me, attempting to use the Primal Codex to rewrite your destiny."
"As for you... Christa, you are indeed their child, but you were created by combining the last remaining flesh and blood of Elfheim with his seed."
The barrage of words left Christa pale and nearly broken.
She wanted to shout "You're lying to me!" but she couldn't make a sound because of a lump in her throat. She subconsciously reached out to touch the True King Chenyue beside her, but was blocked by a ray of light.
True King Chenyue spoke up: "Heristasha, let's go."
"Leave the Sky Tree Kingdom and never come back."
This answer made Christa turn pale.
Although nothing was mentioned, the answer has already been given.
The Chaos Spirit God Nie watched this scene, crossed his arms, and said with a smile, "Considering your efforts in creating me, I can let her go, but on the condition that you become my nourishment."
At this point, the Chaos Spirit God's eyes gleamed with greed.
If it weren't for Lu Yu's intervention, she could have completely absorbed all the power of belief in the Old God Kingdom, become a True King, and then devour the Spirit Race and the Elf True King, ascending to godhood in one fell swoop.
Being forced to be born prematurely, although it looks terrifying, has also added a lot of variables. At least the kings of the main world will soon pay attention to this.
Especially for the human race at this stage, if all the kings were to emerge, even an ancient divine kingdom would not be able to stop them.
Therefore, there is not much time left. If we can directly devour the True King, we can speed up the return of our original body and ascend to godhood again in the main world.
"Don't listen to him, Safataid, kill me!" said the face on the belly of the Chaos Spirit God, its expression pained, its gaze fixed on the Sky Tree King with concern.
"You must live well."
I don't want him to sacrifice himself because of me.
"Of course, there is a second option: kill me." The Chaos Spirit God did not stop him; instead, he said with a smile.
Because she understood that mere threats were useless against a king; regret was what the Sky Tree King found most unbearable.
When he was shielded from the ritual by the other party and hidden away, he must have been facing the same kind of gaze.
The white moonlight is the most lethal.
The only one stronger than her is the white moonlight in my memory.
The combination of these two factors would be too much for even a true king to withstand.
The Chaos Spirit God was clearly using a honey trap, but...
But they were powerless to resist.
"Alright," the Sky Tree King replied after a long silence.
Whoosh whoosh!
A vast amount of desire spread out, entangling both the True King of Dust Moon and the King of the Sky Tree.
When the Elf Queen saw this, she wanted to intervene, but the laws of the Sky Tree sealed most of her power, binding her to the spot and leaving her unable to move. She could only helplessly watch everything unfold.
The next second, the Hand of Desire devoured the power within, causing the aura of the Chaos Spirit God to surge even further, and laughter echoed throughout the entire Sky Tree Kingdom.
The pinnacle of the ecosystem...
The false king...
However, just as the power was about to continue increasing, the devoured True King Chenyue suddenly spoke:
"The moon of the mortal world, the heart locked in the heavens!"
At that moment, endless dust burst forth from the earth, transforming into a hazy, gray moon.
In an instant, it filled the terrifying white hole, forcibly preventing the approach of the ancient divine kingdom and sealing the originally boiling power of desire.
"What!?"
The Chaos Spirit God was also caught off guard and said in disbelief:
"You have actually grasped the duality of nature, truly reflecting the two sides of the same law."
The Law of the Sky Tree, high in the sky, far from earthly troubles, shines like crystal.
But the laws of the Dust Moon are different. They are born from dust, arise from the survival of the fittest, and cover all brilliance. One must fight with all one's might to shine, or one will be shrouded in darkness.
It represents two completely different directions: following nature and survival of the fittest.
As I've mentioned before, even with the same rules, different people will understand them differently.
Some people perceive fire as the power that burns all things.
Some people realize that it is the flame of life.
Exploring multifaceted nature is the foundation of perfecting the law; occupying more paths can significantly enhance power.
but……
The law is an extremely exclusive and domineering force, representing the true king's intention to reshape the world.
Even if it can amplify the power of the law, it also makes it easier to cause the law to collapse.
If a country has two emperors who issue orders simultaneously, conflicts are bound to arise over time.
Unexpectedly, the Sky Tree King, relying on its terrifying talent and the Spirit Race's unique mental splitting, forcibly derived the duality of the law.
Calling it the Laws of the Celestial Tree or the Laws of the Dust Moon is not quite accurate; it should be called…
Natural law!
hum!
The power of dust swept and covered, instantly turning countless hands of desire into dust that drifted away, causing the radiant light of the chaotic spirit god to dim rapidly and disrupting the ascension ceremony.
Seeing this, the Chaos Spirit God said coldly, "Do you intend to kill her?"
"Shut up!"
The Celestial Tree King walked step by step toward the sky, endless laws surging within him, and said:
"I know you are not her. You know perfectly well that her soul is shattered. Even the underworld's resurrection spell is useless. Only the Tree of Death can reverse it."
But when my daughter came before me and saw the familiar aura of your soul, I was bewildered. I felt that perhaps this was destiny, that my beloved and I would eventually meet, and I was unwilling to give up even if it was just an unrealistic fantasy.
But I am not only Elfheim's husband, but also the ruler of the Skytree Kingdom, the king of the elves, the father of Christasha, and the overlord of the land...
"What right does a former loser have to be so arrogant before me, thinking he can manipulate the king's destiny!"
"The gods should remain humble before me!"
(End of this chapter)