Laplace Continent.

It is a continent with a round sky and a length and width of more than 1,000 kilometers.

In the center of it, there is a huge mountain, which Sulu named 'Kmund', where his abode and institute are located.

Cast of metal, in a sci-fi laboratory.

Sulu was lying on the easy chair, and in front of him was a scene on the continent of Laplace: "When the first life Montage appeared, from the soup of life, one after another appeared mythical beings, there were 'Avitt' who could fly, 'Flem' who manipulated fire, and other strange guys, but it was a pity...... They are all individual creatures and do not form groups. And their strength, as soon as they were born, was equivalent to a sixth-order mythical professional, which was already very good......"

Sixth-order mythology, is the limit of the race's potential.

In the future, if you want to become a god, you will not rely on blood, but on your own understanding, or the favor of the Creator, and give you domain and authority.

"Laplace, Propgate, and Artmersfeld are exceptions......"

Sulu has discovered the limits of his own (pseudo-being) creator.

Because His rank is only 9, he splits the authority at most and creates an eighth-order True God being.

And no matter what, it couldn't directly create another ninth-order dominant-level deity!

"In the same way, the true [Creator] may be able to directly create a ninth-order master, but it will definitely not be able to create another [Creator]...... And once a tenth-order existence is cultivated in one's own world, it represents some kind of breakthrough? ”

"So, my current goal is to first cultivate a ninth-order master-level god in my own world?"

"Speaking of which...... I don't know what the potential of my creations is......"

The Creator could not afford to elevate all the gods, so he had to let them comprehend and break through on their own.

Of course, promoting a few demigods still has that ability.

Sulu's gaze fell and he saw the original 'eldest son', Montich.

……

Burst!

Montage was wrapping around a fish-man with three heads with his thick tentacles.

A large number of its suction cups are piercing into the opponent's body, releasing violent toxins.

Although they are all brothers and sisters who have come out of the soup of life, they all seem to have inherited a hint of chaos from the demons, and they are extremely aggressive, preferring to hunt and devour each other.

"I ...... Montich ...... The strongest ......"

When the three-headed fish-man gave up struggling, all of Montich's tentacles squirmed together, and he let out a soul-fluctuating roar when he looked up to the sky.

"Ahhhhh......h Ahh......h

In the sky, a pterosaur-like creature covered in black feathers swept by, making a disapproving sound.

It was the aviator 'Avitt', and its head was watching Montich's every move, trying to take its prey.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

This world is full of barbaric and ignorant primitive laws.

Just when the Great War was on the verge of breaking out.

A voice came into the minds of Avit and Montich.

"Come on...... Central...... Holy! ”

This is a unique language, perhaps they have no concept of 'language', only simple soul fluctuations, but this does not prevent the understanding of the meaning.

And in this voice, there is a unique power that makes all the ancient rulers stop fighting and eating.

With a strong desire, they scrambled to either fly or crawl to the source of the sound, the giant mountain that stood in the middle of the continent of Laplace!

The aviator 'Avit' was the first to arrive.

It saw the temple of metal, and before it, a humanoid 'ugly' creature.

The other party has no convenient wings, no bright feathers, and is very small.

But the next moment, the creature just glanced at it, and a huge pressure descended, so that Avit could only crawl on the ground, waiting quietly.

Sulu sat cross-legged on the marble and waited for seven days and seven nights.

Of course, the world does not have a concept of day and night at this time, but He has his own way of calculating.

Immediately, He looked around and sighed.

At His feet, there was already a circle of monsters:

Pterodactyls covered in black feathers, octopus monsters with long hands and legs, wriggling flesh masses, evil eyes with black fur, and a flaming flame......

'What do you think...... Why are they all a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates......'

Their life template is not perfect enough, they can collapse at any time, and they don't know what their potential is...... At this time, if I let my conspirators or even the Lady of Radiance reincarnate, I will not help them, but harm them......

Perhaps...... What should I intervene in, say, to design a few human templates? ’

Sulu covered his forehead and sighed to himself.

Immediately, He glanced majestically around and slowly spoke: "I am the original Creator!" ”

Needless to say.

In just one sentence, the concepts of 'language', 'Creator', and so on have been transmitted directly into every soul who listens to life.

This original language, with its own divine attributes, has become the original and oldest 'language of the gods'!

"Today, I have summoned you to come and give you wisdom to preach for you!"

The so-called 'Tao'! Naturally, it is a cultivation system.

These creatures are blessed with unique nature, and they are born at the mythical level, and Sulu wants to see if they can become gods after learning to cultivate.

"The path to transcendence lies first in enlightenment......

Sulu didn't care about anything else, and talked to himself.

Many ignorant beings have just turned on their minds, and they are ignorant of the passage of time.

"You go and cultivate by yourself, and when the holy mountain shines, you will come up and listen to the lectures......

A hundred years later, Sulu waved his hand and sent all the creatures down Mount Kmond.

The huge light immediately sealed the mountain, and no creature could continue to climb.

"Compliance...... Your will, the first ...... Creator! ”

The Ancient Dominators made staccato sounds, glanced at each other, and chose a different direction to leave.

They did not dare to kill under the holy mountain, which was undoubtedly a blasphemy against the Creator.

At this time, the creator was scratching his forehead helplessly: "A bunch of retarded and idiots...... It turns out that the fools turned on the wisdom and are still a bunch of fools! ”

He has patiently taught for more than a hundred years, and it feels like these guys are still beasts, not much has changed, especially on the transcendent path!

Sulu was simply in tears by their ignorance.

"Perhaps...... Should I do it the other way? ”

He touched his chin and thought for thought, "Of course...... At the same time, it is necessary to prepare for the second hand......"

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'The Ancient Rulers appeared, obeyed the call of the original Creator, and came to the sacred mountain of Kmund, where they were given wisdom by the Creator - the second chapter of the ancient Sulu mythology. ’