Chapter 1461: Ancient Forbidden Legends

The moment the term "Creator God" was uttered, the heavens and earth instantly shook!

Everyone was stunned.

The Creator God symbolizes the ultimate deity who created the universe.

He represents the entire universe itself, the cosmic order... Initially, for these magnificent, peak existences, it was almost impossible to believe.

The more powerful they became, the less they believed in the existence of gods.

Because the higher they stood, the more they understood that the universe has no self-will; nature is merely nature. Could nature possess its own consciousness?

This is absolutely impossible!

But now, having experienced the eleventh-tier realm, which Tuxin deduced as the limit of humanity... the twelfth-tier, the Creator God, is the ultimate realm that living beings cannot reach, nor can they choose to attain.

Zhizhuo's heart was greatly shaken, as if seas were churning within him. "Could it be that in the ancient prehistoric universe, a terrifying eleventh-tier overlord once attained the ultimate twelfth realm, then perished, their self-consciousness vanishing?"

He looked into the distance. "With their will vanished and self-extinguished, it would make sense that the Creator God's presence, if this were the case, could not be perceived."

He saw that within the completing vortex, the shadowy figure of an ancient existence had fully solidified.

"But an overlord of the prehistoric universe! Someone integrated with the Great Dao—this is simply a reckless madman. How could they possibly commit suicide?" The more Zhizhuo pondered, the more incredible it seemed.

The seat of the Great Dao of the universe—reaching its pinnacle symbolizes eternity!

It is the ultimate realm countless people dream of!

Countless individuals before him, including Tuxin and the Zerg Mother Empress, were all vying for the ultimate gate, yet someone actually abandoned such a position?

Indeed...

Zhizhuo suddenly recalled his most desolate period, the most ancient era.

Everyone had reached the tenth-tier pinnacle of the universe. They began to feel lonely because they stood too high, and they started frantically deducing the possibilities of the next realm.

They began to seek spiritual sustenance!

The development of realms across different eras is similar.

Back then, when they, the Saints, reached their limits, they too, due to excessive boredom and loneliness, couldn't help but explore the next realm. How could the eleventh-tier existences be any different?

They had already begun to research the twelfth-tier, even knowing they would perish, integrating with the Dao like moths drawn to a flame, yet they pressed forward without hesitation!

"Your Excellency, Di Zun, this..." Zhizhuo looked at the figure and couldn't help but hold his breath.

"If one learns the Way in the morning, one can die content in the evening."

Di Zun looked into the distance and spoke calmly: "This is an attempt to move from unconsciousness to consciousness. Clinging to one's own power will not lead to any progress. Some things always require someone to take risks and pioneer, to explore an incredible future at the cost of death."

Di Zun patted Zhizhuo's shoulder. "There must always be pioneers on the path, and martyrs for the future!"

Zhizhuo trembled all over, feeling that his own perspective was too narrow.

The existences of their era were still contending for the ultimate seat of the universe, while those from the prehistoric universe had already laid out their plans, seemingly looking towards a higher vista.

Tuxin, in the distance, was also immediately astonished.

Decay will not lead to any progress...

He suddenly remembered what Di Zun had said to him earlier: "Who among us is decaying?"

Those voices boomed in his mind:

"All the heavens and myriad worlds have deviated from the fixed general trend, bypassing the destined future! Allowing the era to produce different new possibilities is the true new beginning!"

"You say I am decaying, but why can't I say that you, Tuxin, are decaying? To walk along the destined path, moving towards a future of decaying fate, is to embrace your destined decline."

These words exploded like thunder in Tuxin's mind.

"People will decay if they believe in fate; people will flourish if they believe in themselves."

This sentence, like a lightning strike, pierced his heart again, making him suddenly realize everything, and his steadfast Dao heart crumbled layer by layer.

A thought completely formed in his mind:

"So that's how it is; my advancing along the destined general trend of history is the true decay!"

"It is I, Tuxin, who is decaying; I have wronged him!" He looked at Di Zun high above, feeling only profound shame.

"Because such a cycle has already been experienced once in the prehistoric universe, it must be broken! Breaking the destined future will lead to a new paradigm, connecting the two great cosmic eras of prehistoric times and today, allowing the impossible twelfth-tier realm to begin to be explored!"

How many people are needed to push forward successively in the deduction of a single realm?

This seemed like a hidden fate.

There must be hundreds or thousands to deduce and cross into the next realm.

As for the deduction of the twelfth-tier, a realm impossible for humans to achieve, it theoretically requires countless eleventh-tiers to push forward successively, falling along the way... But there are only ten eleventh-tiers, yet they still pressed forward without hesitation!

Tuxin took a deep breath.

"The strongest eleventh-tier in the prehistoric universe attempted to integrate with the Dao to become a twelfth-tier Creator God... but ultimately lost his self-will. And now, in this era, he wants other prehistoric existences to awaken his consciousness?"

This was the hidden plan of the prehistoric cosmic existences!

Therefore, they had to change this general trend, because only by altering the destiny of reincarnation and creating different circumstances could the possibility of the next realm emerge.

Tuxin looked into the distance, where a magnificent and turbulent scene unfolded.

"The Great Universe Cultivation Method has been completely perfected and has already begun to permeate everything at an unimaginable speed..." Xu Zhi's expression, however, was calm. He was genuinely 'greening' the entire universe, dyeing it with his own color.

Almost all the Saints in the nearby universe, across all the heavens and myriad worlds, were already under Xu Zhi's control.

As Xu Zhi completely perfected the Great Universe Cultivation Method, his perfect singularity began to infect any transcendent system. Consequently, Tuxin and even the new beings near the Sea of Chaos also began to be secretly assimilated.

The gap between realms was immensely vast; they were fundamentally beings of different dimensions. Even Tuxin did not perceive that they were being assimilated by Xu Zhi.

Even the entire universe was slowly being assimilated, as if continuously eroded by Xu Zhi.

The universe no longer had any power to resist Xu Zhi, this 'cancer cell', from invading its body; the virus was deeply rooted.

"I've already won," Xu Zhi said, looking up.

A Genesis of unimaginable vastness began to unfold.

In everyone's eyes, a supremely indifferent figure of creation slowly solidified, appearing within this space-time.

His entire being exuded immense pressure, shrouded in silver light. At this moment, people seemed to witness "the whole"—the very essence of the entire universe: countless mountains and rivers, particles splitting apart, firestorms, roaring people... all inert matter and living beings seemed to converge into a torrent, forming this vast phantom.

All the Immortal Saints were agitated.

"This aura is precisely that of the universe's leader, glimpsed before, who appeared on the land summoned by Messiah...."

"The aura of those two chaotic rain leaders of the universe—could it be that they are actually the Creator Gods of the prehistoric universe? Did we previously mistakenly believe they were merely the Mothers of the Heavens and Myriad Universes?"

"Wait! But how could there be two?"

"No! One is indifferent, the other humane. It's likely a transformation from divinity to humanity... slowly recovering their will from assimilation?"

Everyone fell into speculation.

The more they thought, the more plausible it seemed; all previous mysteries seemed to be effortlessly resolving themselves.

The mystery of the two previous cosmic leaders was now clear.

"So, this is the truth my husband spoke of!"

At this moment, Zhiji in the Bloodline Universe had a shocked expression and couldn't help but say, "No wonder my husband had always been ambiguous about the identities of these two cosmic leaders, saying it was beyond our comprehension, and that even if he explained it, we wouldn't understand... So this is how it is!"

In the distance, Rongcheng also trembled with emotion.

That was certainly true.

If the term "Creator God" had been mentioned before, they wouldn't have understood, nor would they have even believed in its possibility of existence...

That phantom in the unknown was opening its eyes during the Big Bang, its gaze cold and merciless, as if the materialized ultimate will of nature itself had finally descended.

The Creator God seemed to sense something collapsing, merely leaving behind an incredibly indifferent voice: "The universe naturally has its own laws and balances; no one can replace it."

The next second, the universe underwent a great collapse, and another Creator God was born.

And in the eyes of this Creator God, besides endless divinity, there was also humanity.