In the vast chaotic world, a glimmer of light gradually brightened, from nothing to something, and then slowly became stronger.

This is the first ray of light of all things, the first light of all things, symbolizing the origin of the world.

In this light, the chaotic placenta gradually shattered, and the intact whole was broken, and a crack appeared.

The laws began to become chaotic, the source force began to erupt, and the originally dead world began to become active.

It was as if the fetus, which had been conceived for countless years, had finally begun to develop, let out its first cry, the world was cleared, and the originally dead chaos slowly degenerated and disappeared.

That's not enough, though.

Although the long and boundless silence has been broken, in the placenta, the law is still chaotic, the source power of chaos has not completely degenerated, and the entire universe has not yet formed a unified order.

This is only the prototype of the universe, in which no real life can be born, and all life and the world will be squeezed and annihilated by this boundless law of chaos at the beginning of its birth.

And so, the master of the light, a gigantic giant, moved again.

His eyes flashed with light, shining on the entire universe, calming down the chaotic laws of the universe and gradually precipitating.

The arms waved forward quickly, and the huge power that he drove dispersed the chaotic source power that had accumulated for countless years, turning it into a second-level world source force, spreading it to the entire universe.

In the process, his body continued to flow with drops of brilliant divine blood.

These divine blood slowly spread throughout the universe, and became the first life in the universe, preparing for the future birth of life.

The area of the cosmic placenta is too huge, this giant withstood the pressure of the entire cosmic placenta, and he didn't know how long he worked hard in the nascent universe, and finally one day he couldn't support it, and his huge body couldn't withstand the pressure of the entire universe, and collapsed.

His blood turned into the most brilliant vitality and source, entered the bottom of the universe, and turned into the sea of the world. The flesh was shattered into thirty-six pieces, and slowly evolved into thirty-six vast and glorious worlds.

This is the destiny of the creator God, and this is the end of all things.

At the beginning of every universe, a creator god is born.

This is the expectation of the entire universe, carrying the power of the entire universe, shouldering the mission of creation, and being born for creation.

His flesh and blood is the essence of the entire universe, shouldering the power to open up the universe during his lifetime, and after death, he also turned into the source of vitality after the universe was opened, building the original prototype of the universe.

These insights were already understood by Adil when he was incarnated into cosmic consciousness.

In a huge world, he quietly looked at the old man in front of him, and his heart, which had not fluctuated for a long time, rippled again.

In his mind, endless scenes cut through time and came again, as if he had experienced it himself.

At the end of that memory, he clearly saw an unknown scene.

It was the last scene before the fall of the creator god, a fog shrouded the surroundings, and when the giant of creation was about to fall, a tear slowly flowed down from the other party's eyes, taking advantage of the moment when the universe was about to be perfected, and escaped into the sea of the world that had just opened.

"Do you see clearly?" In front of him, the old man looked at Artis quietly with a smile on his face.

Listening to his voice, Artis came back to his senses, a little surprised, and a little sighed: "I see, you are the creator god of this world?"

"In a way, that's right. The old man was very calm and admitted it directly.

"Your current state can be regarded as a kind of cosmic consciousness, and you should understand that the strength of the universe depends to a large extent on the strength of the creator god. ”

He looked at Artis and explained softly: "In the opening up of the universe, in fact, each universe is almost the same, all of them are slowly accumulated by the source power of chaos, and a placenta is slowly conceived in a long time, and there is not much difference. ”

"What can really make the universe different is the difference between the laws of the universe and the structure of the universe, and these are largely determined by the creation God at the beginning of the universe. ”

"The more powerful the creator god is, the more powerful the universe he can open up, and the more complete the structure will be. If the Founding God himself is not strong enough, he may not even be able to fully open up the universe in the end, and he will fall on the road to creation. That's how most of those weak universes came about. ”

"And my ontology is different. ”

A smile appeared on his face, and he looked kind and serene: "My body is too powerful, so even if the creation of the world ends and the entire cosmic placenta is opened, it still does not fall, but leaves the last bit of power, and it does not disappear completely." ”

"The creator god must fall, without the flesh and blood essence of creation to nourish, the entire universe will fall into a dead silence, I don't know how many years it will take to be perfected. ”

"This is the cause and effect of the entire universe, even as the creator god, it cannot be changed, so it has to fall obediently, and the whole body turns into pure vitality to build this entire universe. ”

"But, you stayed, didn't you?" Standing still, Artis looked at the other and said quietly.

"yes. The old man sighed: "Strictly speaking, I am not the original creator god anymore, not only have I lost my creation personality, but I have also lost most of my strength, so I can only hide in this corner." ”

"With the merits of the original creation, if you were safe and stable, you would not have fallen to this point. ”

Artis said quietly.

"I'm not reconciled. The old man had a smile on his face: "Creation is my mission, but eternity is also the pursuit of all beings, even me. ”

"As the God of creation, I experienced that level of power for a short time, but after losing the person of creation, I fell from that level and no longer possessed that power. ”

"So, you're going to do something to this universe, right?" Artis's face showed surprise: "As the creator god, all the vitality of this universe once belonged to you, even if you lose that kind of person, but as long as you want, you can slowly exert influence on this universe." ”

"Those demon gods are your masterpieces. ”

"That's true. Looking at Artis, the old man slowly stood up, and his seemingly weak body stood very upright: "My flesh and blood were broken into thirty-six pieces, and slowly evolved into the thirty-six worlds that are the largest in the universe. ”

"These worlds evolved from my flesh and blood, and even after a long time, they still have some connection to me. Through this connection, it is enough for me to leave some imprint. ”

"Those demon gods were promoted only after obtaining my origin. ”