Laplace continent.
This is a continent with a round sky and a length of more than 1,000 kilometers.
In its center is a giant mountain, named "Kemond" by Sulu, where His dwelling and research institute is located.
A lab made of metal, full of science fiction.
Sulu was lying on the easy chair, and in front of him were scenes of scenes on the Laplace: "When the first life Montic appeared, mythical lives appeared one after another from the soup of life, "Avette" that could fly, "Frime" that manipulates flames, and other strange guys. Unfortunately... they are all single creatures and have not formed a group of people. And their strength is equivalent to the sixth-level mythical profession at birth, which is already very good..."
The sixth-level myth is the limit of racial potential.
In the future, if you want to become a god, it will not rely on blood, but on your own understanding, or the favor of the [creator], giving domain and authority.
"Laplace, Pruopgate, and Atmersfield are the exceptions..."
Sulu has discovered the limit of his creator (pseudo-) .
Because His rank is only 9, he can split the authority at most and create the eighth-level true God existence.
In any case, it is impossible to directly create another ninth-level dominant god!
"Similarly, the real [creator] may be able to directly create a ninth-level master, but absolutely cannot create another [creator]... And once a tenth-level existence is cultivated in its own world, it means some kind of breakthrough?"
"So, my current goal is to first cultivate a ninth-level dominant god in my own world?"
"Speaking of this... I don't know at all, what is the potential of my creatures..."
The Creator cannot afford the price of promoting all gods, so he can only let them understand and break through on their own.
Of course, the ability to promote several demigods is still possessed.
Sulu's eyes fell and saw the original "first son" Montic.
...
puff!
Montic was using his thick tentacles to wrap a fishman with three heads.
Its large number of suction cups are piercing into the other party's body, releasing violent toxins.
Although they are all brothers and sisters who come out of the soup of life, they seem to inherit a trace of the chaotic factor of the demon, are extremely aggressive, like to hunt each other and swallow.
"I...Montic...The strongest..."
When the three-headed fishman gave up struggling, all Montic's tentacles squirmed together, and a soul roared to the sky.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
In the sky, a creature similar to a pterosaur with black feathers on the surface passed by, making a disapproving sound.
It was the flying man ‘Avette’, whose head was staring at Montic’s every move, trying to take away its prey.
Survive in nature and survive the fittest.
This world is full of primitive laws of barbarity and ignorance.
Just as the war was about to break out.
A voice came into the minds of Avette and Montic.
"Come...central...holy mountain!"
This is a unique language. Perhaps they do not have the concept of ‘language’ and only simple soul fluctuations, but it does not prevent them from understanding the meaning.
And this sound contains a unique power, which makes all the ancient dominators stop fighting and eating at hand.
The strong desire makes them rush to fly or climb to the source of the sound - the giant mountain standing in the middle of the continent of Laplace!
The flightman ‘Avette’ arrived first.
It saw the metal palace, and before the palace, a human-shaped "ugly" creature.
The other party has no convenient wings, no bright feathers, and his body is very small.
But the next moment, the creature just glanced at it, and the huge pressure came, making Avit crawl on the ground and wait quietly.
Sulu sat cross-legged on the marble and waited for seven days and seven nights.
Of course, there is no concept of day and night in this world at this time, but He himself has his own way of calculating.
Immediately, He looked around and sighed.
At His feet, there had been a circle of monsters:
The pterosaur with black feathers, the octopus monster with hands and feet, the wriggling ball of flesh, the evil eyes with black hair all over the body, and a burning flame...
‘However, what do you think…it’s all a bunch of crooked melons and jujubes…’
‘Their life templates are not enough and not perfect, they may collapse at any time, and they do not know what potential is... If I allow my prayers or even the Lady of Glory to be reincarnated at this time, I will not help them, but harm them…’
‘Maybe…I should intervene, like designing a few human templates?’
Sulu covered his forehead and sighed secretly.
Immediately, He glanced around majesticly and slowly spoke: "I am the original Creator!"
No need to say much.
In just one sentence, the concepts of "language", "creator" and so on have been directly conveyed into every soul that listens to life.
This original language also has its own sacred attributes and has become the original and oldest "Word of God"!
"Today, I call you to come and give you wisdom and preach to you!"
The so-called "Tao"! It is naturally a cultivation system.
These creatures are unique and are born at the level of mythology. Sulu wants to see if they can become gods after they learn to practice.
"The first thing to do is to understand..."
Sulu didn't care about anything else and started talking about it.
Many ignorant creatures have just started their wisdom, and they are confused and do not know how time passes.
"You go and practice by yourself. When the Holy Mountain shines, come up and listen..."
A hundred years later, Sulu waved his hand and sent all creatures to Mount Kymond.
The huge light immediately blocked the mountain, and no creature could continue to climb.
“Follow…your will, the original…creator!”
The ancient dominators made intermittent sounds, glanced at each other, and chose different directions to leave.
They dare not kill under the holy mountain, which is undoubtedly a blasphemy to the Creator.
At this time, the Creator was scratching his forehead helplessly: "A group of mentally retarded, idiots... It turns out that idiots have opened their wisdom, but they are still a group of idiots!"
He has taught patiently for more than a hundred years, and he feels that these guys are still wild beasts, and there is not much change, especially on the extraordinary path!
Sulu was so pitted by their ignorance that she burst into tears.
"Maybe...I should change the way?"
He touched his chin and looked thoughtful: "Of course... we must make a second-hand preparation at the same time..."
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Chapter completed!