CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 45: GLAZED DIVINE EYES, DIVINE SPIRIT TIME

On the other side.

Under the joint efforts of more than seven thousand gods.

A new human-species brain, indeed, has emerged.

After overcoming various projects, they established the "Human Race Forbidden Books Catalog," and began to perfect the integration of the brain with bones, skin, bloodlines, hair color... constantly improving and integrating.

Quickly, the people on the ground discovered a structure much smaller than the Elf Ancient Tree—a human castles responsible for human reproduction.

From Li Qing’s perspective, it resembled a doghouse in size.

This was an alternative Tower of Babel, with seven towers standing tall, forming a fairy tale castle.

It stood tall in the lush forest, hidden among the flowers, solid and square, towering majestically.

It was made of bones and pure white enamel as building materials, then adorned with cans outside for golden decorations, and mineral water bottles cut into windows.

It was an artwork, exquisite to the extreme, infused with much effort.

You might doubt their creation might, but you can never doubt their aesthetic in creation.

Inside the Tower of Babel, individual humans are being nurtured.

These humans similarly had no genders, and even to this day, all beings on the land had no genders, since gender reproductive modes were seen as highly inefficient by the gods.

Days passed.

The human race began to breed on the ground, surviving in the Barbaric Era, known historically as: the original years of the human race.

"Praise Herodotus!"

"Praise the God of Life!"

The barbarians on the ground were very ambitious and worshipped the Elf Gods above, building temples for them, aspiring to that incredible great power.

The gods watched all this from the sky.

"Your Majesty Herodotus, humans, are indeed an interesting creature." Minis suddenly laughed: "Elves and the other lives we created, only build our temples, occasionally worship us, yet they do not resemble humans at all, who pray every day and offer sacrifices, even in hunger, they first worship God, petitioning us for blessings."

"The human race is the most devout species," a god said.

"No, that’s not the case."

Divine King Herodotus suddenly laughed: "Our other creations use the Elf-species brain, lacking desires, inclined to peace, hence they respect but do not love to worship us."

"Then humans are...." a god wondered.

Herodotus gazed upon the earth, smiling: "Yes, they are greedy and ambitious, but currently without corresponding power, hence they love to build temples; they are not worshipping gods in the temples; they are worshipping their desires."

"They resemble our past selves, the vanished Atabians in history."

As time passed.

The human race gradually took root on the ground.

During this time, the failed old emperor Minis began to fear the humans they created.

Humans and Elf Race are different.

They completely realized humans are ambitious, have fully developed brains, wisdom, and creativity, and Minis saw the shadow of the old Atabians in humans.

Perhaps given time, these seemingly most diligent worshipers of the gods might instead attempt to rebel against the gods above!

Unable to hold back, he spoke to Herodotus: "Humans should not exist in this world! We should destroy them!"

"Like before, you wanted to destroy a divine series, nearly two thousand gods?"

Herodotus stood on the tree, overlooking the earth, said lightly: "Fear imbues you with reverence."

"You should be aware, each god’s death is permanent, creating life comparable to us in wisdom, greedy and wild, perpetually flowing like water, only then civilization reaches its end!"

Old emperor Minis angrily exclaimed: "Herodotus, you will regret it!"

"No, you should know another thing."

Herodotus suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Greedy humans won’t destroy us, rather they are our gods’ hope for living to the future!"

Whirl!

His pupils rotated once, suddenly bursting with a glazed color.

Herodotus’ eyes, like diamonds with a dozen cut surfaces, gleamed with dazzling brilliance.

Upon opening these eyes, Herodotus’ whole body seemed ten times accelerated, fast as a shadow, suddenly patting Mini’s shoulder.

"What is this?!" For the first time, Minis felt the pressure like the Atabia of old, an insurmountable fear.

"It’s the technology obtained from the multi-eyed flying beast, finally successful." Herodotus said.

This absorbed the fly’s compound eye structure, nerve reflections.

It’s known, the fly’s reaction speed is more than ten times that of humans; to them, humans appear in slow motion, making them hard to hit.

And now for Herodotus?

His brain response speed is tenfold, actions also tenfold.

Which means, in his eyes, a second for others equals ten seconds elapsed.

All martial arts, if fast, they break everything, just like this.

Perhaps the first development of biotechnological civilization should be adjusting and optimizing nerve reflex speeds, allowing entire biological civilization to enter the "high time velocity"!

Half a day later.

Minis also perceived the tenfold speed world.

Surprisingly discovering, his consciousness aged.

Previously they believed they built brains, consciousness eternall, never expected in accelerated conditions, to feel aging.

"Yes, we still die, under this tenfold speed state, can clearly feel it."

Herodotus said: "We built a house for consciousness, sheltered from wind and dust, yet consciousness within still ages, it’s not immortal."

"Unless, our built body can generate soul capability, replenishing our consciousness, only then can we truly live forever! Immortality’s subject is harder than we imagined!"

"Indeed."

Minis said: "Even our gods, consciousness will age and die... you want to cultivate humans as a large source of life, studying technology for our survival, as experimental subjects."

"Not only that, I want to cover the entire world with these divine eyes, entering a tenfold speed world."

Herodotus spoke calmly, "Let the people on the ground evolve for the future! I may even let some gods inadvertently die, picked up by humans below, acquiring divine authority!"

"But..."

Minis hesitated slightly, "Letting them help us study technology is fine, yet this gives them a sword to kill us, it is a possibility to overthrow us!"

Herodotus sat on the God Chair, coldly saying: "What stops eternity is not greed and desire, but your fear of death!"

"Humans on the ground, if you want to overthrow me, then come!"

His eyes radiated a glaze of color, reflecting the sunlight of heaven with a suffocating majesty, overlooking everything beneath the World Tree—mountains, rivers, and forest tribes.

To fear death and enemies, putting one’s heart into such ridiculous matters and not pursuing this vast heaven and earth, fighting against fate and seeing more distant sceneries, that is foolish!!

Minis looked at the man on the throne with a complex expression, like a giant mountain oppressing him until he finally knelt down on one knee and surrendered.

He had thought that after Atabia’s death, the fear would disappear.

But now, that unattainable might reappeared before him.

Herodotus and Atabia, living in an era with these two most powerful men, was both fortunate and unfortunate.

"Praise to the great King of the World Tree, God of Gods! His Majesty Herodotus!"

At this moment, he completely surrendered.

....

A new era began.

Herodotus, leading the Gods with one heart, built the Elf God.

With great ambition and insight, he allowed no unnecessary loss of any wise person, maximizing the use of every bit of wisdom to perfect the Divine Technique System and prepare to simplify the casting process of divine techniques, setting them as genetic formulas, giving them to the Elf Race.

He wanted the Elf Race to possess the natural ability to quickly release divine techniques!

Divine Technique was completely born!

"Vine Entanglement!"

"Wood Shield Technique!"

The Elves entered a new domain that the entire earth would remember.

That man seemed to want to lead civilization towards longevity and immortality!

Even some ambitious Gods dared not act rashly, becoming silent, following him to explore the unknown path ahead, picking the flowers of truth, abandoning all internal struggles and scheming, pure and towards the Tao.

The Gods felt they had returned to the most peaceful ancient times, pursuing what they enjoyed and savoring long-forgotten tranquility.

And simultaneously.

"Ah!"

"Why are we so weak."

The weak Human Race, being attacked by beasts on the ground, lived very difficult lives.

"Poor children."

A beautiful Elf man walked along the river.

Herodotus, clad in a wide white divine robe, holding a staff, wearing a Treasure Crown, eyes flashing with a glaze light, gently said: "You have suffered."

The Human Chieftain looked in horror, "Are you... The God from the tree?"

The other’s steps were incredibly fast.

As if a life from another dimension, brilliantly illusory.

As if through a layer of air, exuding a divine glow.

Herodotus just smiled, "Poor children, I bring you the seed of fire to resist beasts, I will bestow upon you the eyes of the God, let you enter the God’s kingdom."

"Continue to worship us, build more temples for us, show us your devotion, and we will give you more."

Quickly, the humans on the ground became ten times faster, and the entire world slowed down.

"Praise the almighty Herodotus, His Majesty!"

The humans cried out enthusiastically, in an instant, ten times faster, like a dimensional strike, becoming the apex life of the food chain.

And a few days passed.

Herodotus even colluded with Minis to secretly kill ten Gods and hand their Godheads to them!

To grant these ten tribal kings the great power of creation, known as: Ten Saints!

And the Human Race, unlike the peace-loving Elf Race.

They began to wildly hunt the creatures of the earth, cleansing it of low-speed creatures.

And the Gods deliberately turned a blind eye.

Merely allowing the Elf Race to live in the trees, as long as the humans did not cross the boundary or attempt to ascend to the heavens of the Divine Tree, they were ignored.

"Ah!"

"Squeak, squeak!"

Countless living things on earth screamed in misery.

And the Gods in heaven coldly watched the rising Human Race on the ground.

"This era is when the Gods created humanity, and the Human Race rises." Herodotus slowly spoke, sitting on the Divine Treasure Throne, "They rapidly age and die, deducing the future of civilization for us gods in High Heaven."

The other Gods watched this man, becoming more compliant, bowing and submitting.

He had absolute strength, absolute majesty, having been hailed as the "Imperial Hero Herodotus" since the era of the catastrophic floods, capable of leading the Gods on the right path and surviving!

Basking in the light of the sunrise, looking at the God-King with glaze-colored eyes, some fervor began to write into their own eyes.

On the ground.

The Human Race was rising, cleansing the earth of beasts.

Looking at those terrifying new humans, Elis was terrified in his heart:

"Damn! Damn! The Gods of the sky want to use humans to trigger a civilization-wide extinction! To purge all low-speed life and then create high-speed beasts, causing the entire ground to enter a terrifying accelerated era!"

Terrifying calculations.

The Gods in heaven layout the entire world.

Elis only felt the fear of death wrapping around him.

"I cannot wait like this," it immediately secretly attacked a lone human, stealing their genetic structure, forcibly putting themselves into an advanced tenfold speed.

Although it knew the malice of the Gods.

Tenfold speed, which means tenfold accelerated death, but it had no choice.

"What the Outer God said is true... I can’t even stop the humans on the ground, if they discover me, I will surely die." Faced with this cleansing, it finally made up its mind to seek refuge with that unseen Outer God.

It began to pray:

"The Gods in heaven are brutal, please, Ancient Gods, grant me the power to fight against the Gods!"