Becoming a creator in prehistory

Severing the ether connection with a wave of his hand, Yuan Chu seemed to be all right, walking leisurely in the absolute stillness of eternity.

Here besides himself, only Raven Roark, the eternal creation, has a slight ability to move.

Of course, this slight degree is a hundred times more difficult than moving in concrete, basically equivalent to being unable to move.

Yuan Chu passed through the stationary Longinus and the others, and stopped in front of a mass of ashes, then he stretched out his hand towards the mass of ashes.

Different from the palms of ordinary people, Yuan Chu, who is the eternal body, represents infinity. At this time, the palm prints on his palm expand infinitely like a set of Mandelbrot points. You can't draw your attention away either.

I saw that he lightly scratched the ashes on the ground from the air, and the group of ashes quickly began to trace back, re-freezing into a human shape.

This scene shocked Raven Roak not far away. Although he, like Luka and Thaler, is a life conceived by eternal will, as a fearful entity, he never feels that the Creator is an existence worthy of respect. .

In his cognition, as long as there is food of fear in the world, he is immortal. Neither the primordial moon in the sky nor the Creator in front of him is higher than him.

When he saw Yuan Chu bringing the dead back to life, he realized how wrong he was.

For Yuan Chu, all this was just a trivial matter. At this time, he slowly withdrew his hand, looked at Mei Ben who had been resurrected before him, and couldn't help admiring:
"Sure enough, life does not need to be arranged, and it will evolve in a complex direction. Even under the influence of the moon, this inertia still exists.

Well, if that's the case, then I'm relieved. "

After all, Yuan Chu's figure disappeared in place.

Without the shroud of eternal will, the world returned to dynamic.

Raven Roak, who had regained his ability to move, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As the source of fear, he would not be afraid of anything, even the Creator, but the encounter just now made him feel weak and powerless.

"Quack, this feeling is really annoying."

However, before he finished complaining, his whole body was thrown out like a slingshot.

It turned out that the ether that was cut off by Yuan Chu also moved together.

Without the anchor of Bennu and others, the ether is like a spider silk that has lost its attachment, and it floats away in an instant.

As for Raven Roark, the source of fear, ether is an important medium for him to attach himself, so naturally he cannot be spared.

"Damn it……"

Although he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do at this time.

On the other side, the people who resumed their actions did not intend to stop fighting. They didn't know what happened to Raven Roak, let alone the Creator's presence.

In order to avenge Meiben, Longinus is still urging the eternal sacred artifact, the Sun of Truth, with all his strength.

Everything seems to have not changed at all, and maybe Mei Ben, who was resurrected by Yuan Chu, will be under the light of the sun of truth again in the next moment.

Of course, Ashmi, who turned into a rotting sheep spirit, could not escape death.

However, at this moment, the Light of Truth suddenly turned a corner as if it were alive, and not only avoided Mei Ben, but even the tall sheep spirit escaped.

The scene in front of them stunned everyone present. Including Longinus, everyone did not know what happened. They did not know that there were footprints left by Yuan Chu in the place where the light of truth was bypassed.

At this time, the brilliance of the sun of truth is rapidly expanding along the ether, and at this moment the whole world is no longer in a state of darkness, and everyone sees the light like the afterglow of the setting sun.

Seeing the changes in the whole world and Meiben who came back from the dead, Longinus knelt down on the ground with tears in his eyes.

"My lord, the eternal night is over."

On the other side, under the light of the setting sun, flames ignited on Ashmi's decayed body.

He glanced at Benu for the last time, and then rushed into the depths of the dead fog without hesitation.

Benu watched the rotten goat spirit leave, but he didn't ask to keep it, but felt a little relieved.

"Teacher, as long as I can see you with my own eyes, it is enough for me. I, Benu, will always be your student."

After an unknown amount of time, a melodious flute sounded from the depths of the dense fog.

"The world is rising and the moon is setting, and the Lord's proverbs are silently running. Gold and dragon descendants, who is favored and who is abandoned? Abyss and sky, who is forgotten and who is redeemed? Those who know the secret are silent. There are legends, flowing into songs."