hotmtlnovel Chapter 662.9 The Primal Descent!
Chapter 662.9 The Primal Descent!
Chapter 662-9- The Primal Arrival!
The Holy City of Elves, Central Temple.
The gods gathered in the conference room, their divine power surging, the colliding forces like a storm about to erupt.
At this moment, the elven pantheon is mired in a serious schism:
On one side, led by Pallas, the god of wisdom and art, and Artemis, the goddess of the moon, more than two-thirds of the gods gathered, their faces a mixture of anger, gloom, and disappointment.
On the other side, there were only a few gods, led by Helios, the god of the sun, and Mars, the god of war, and the two sides were in a sharp standoff.
"No, absolutely not! Elder brother, this is blasphemy against the Mother Goddess! I will never allow you to do such a blasphemous thing!"
Artemis, the moon goddess, trembled with anger, looking at Helios with disappointment and fury; even her clear, ethereal voice had become somewhat shrill.
"Why not? The Mother Goddess has never forbidden us from climbing to the heavens. If we can go further, we can get closer to the Mother Goddess and listen to Her teachings."
Mars, the god of war, frowned.
“Indeed, Lord Helios has found the key to the highest realm. If we can go further, we will be able to completely subjugate the gods of Myria!”
"This power was personally bestowed upon Lord Helios by the Mother Goddess, and it was something that She tacitly approved. Gentlemen, do you not wish to see the Elven race ascend to the true supreme position?"
The other two elf gods beside Helios also spoke in turn.
Meanwhile, Helios, the center of all the gods' gaze and the focus of everything, sat there calmly, a wisp of pale divine power swirling between his fingers, emanating an aura that made even the gods tremble.
The opposing elf mythologists looked at the divine power in Helios's fingers with great apprehension, while Cres, the god of harvest and celebration, was even more furious:
"Absurd! This is clearly the evil divine power of those Myriad gods! You... are you trying to blaspheme them?!"
"Evil divine power? Your Majesty Chris, do you see clearly? This is clearly a power on a higher level than the divine power we possess—the power of creation! Don't forget, although those ancient gods of Myria have fallen, they are still descendants of the creator gods. This power is originally the power of the Mother Goddess!"
"Foolish! Utterly foolish! Your eyes have been corrupted by such evil power! Open your eyes wide and see clearly! How could such evil power possibly be the divine power of our Lord?!"
"Heh, Your Majesty Artemis, this is your own limitation. No wonder your power has never been able to catch up with Your Majesty Helios. Our Lord is the supreme creator. The gods of the Eastern and Western continents are merely the positive and negative manifestations of our Lord's power. We have only received our Lord's power as a gift from the Eastern continent. Or... do you believe there are two creator gods?"
"I...I...In short...! The power of the Creator God is the authority of the Mother Goddess! And the Mother Goddess's power is definitely not like this!"
"Ha...pedantic."
"you……!"
The elves and gods argued heatedly, almost coming to blows.
Until Pallas, the god of wisdom and art with a somber expression, unleashed his vast divine power:
"enough!"
The earliest of the Elven gods looked at the composed Helios with a complex expression, a hint of weariness in his eyes.
His gaze suddenly sharpened, and his voice became serious:
"Helios, tell me the truth, what exactly do you want to do?"
Helios raised his head, his golden eyes filled with an emotionless holiness and indifference:
"I am merely acting in accordance with the will of my Lord. When has my Lord ever prevented us from reaching the highest realm?"
The gaze of the god of wisdom and art grew increasingly complex.
He looked deeply at Helios and sighed wearily:
"Your strength is already the greatest among us."
"There's nothing among us that can truly stop you from doing what you want to do."
"I hope you... truly still remember 'My Lord's' teachings, remember... your original intentions..."
……
One hundred years later.
A colossal tower, forged entirely from sunstone and inscribed with countless elven runes, tore through the clouds and reached the heavens.
This is the Tower of Creation, built by the sun god Helios over eighty years using divine blood as a medium.
Beneath the tower's base, over 70% of the earth's energy from the western continent was forcibly extracted, transforming into a visible golden vortex that swirled around the tower, causing even the air to crystallize due to the excessively dense magic.
Tens of thousands of elven believers knelt at the foot of the tower, their faces filled with fervor, praying day and night for the primordial blessings.
These are the original believers who have experienced explosive growth in the Western Continent over the past few decades.
Today, nearly half of the Elven population has unknowingly come to regard the Primal as supreme.
Today, they have all gathered here, waiting for the exciting miracle to come.
On the altar at the top of the tower.
Helios was dressed in a golden divine robe, both holy and majestic.
He spread his hands, and a constantly flashing sun emblem appeared on his chest.
Around him, twelve elven gods, their faces filled with fervor, stood in four directions, forming a vast net of faith that condensed divine power.
Mars, the god of war, had a burning gaze, but his pupils, which were filled with pale divine power, appeared somewhat chaotic.
"If we succeed, we can all transcend mythology and rewrite the order of all things."
As He muttered to Himself, He glanced warily at the deities outside the tower, then chuckled and activated a defensive divine spell.
Outside the tower.
The elven mythologists who opposed Helios gathered together, their faces turning ashen as they looked at Helios and the other gods atop the tower.
However, feeling the divine power that far surpassed their own, they were helpless.
"He's gone mad... He actually dared to use that tower to guide the Primordial One, attempting to climb to the highest point!"
Cres, the god of harvest and celebration, gripped his staff tightly until his knuckles turned white.
"Blasphemy! This is blatant blasphemy! It will surely provoke the wrath of the Mother Goddess!"
The elves and mythical creatures looked displeased.
Only Artemis, the moon goddess, and another deity with an octopus-like face stood silently in the void.
The octopus-faced deity was the very same stranded octopus that Artemis and Helios had rescued years ago.
It possessed unexpected talent, achieving the status of a demigod seventy years ago, naming itself Oceanus, and pledging allegiance to the Elven race. It was then bestowed the title of Ocean God by the Elven pantheon, and through the faith of the marine creatures, it rose to become a newly ascended true god of the Elven pantheon.
“Artemis, I…I still feel uneasy. Will His Majesty Helios really be able to succeed? I have some reservations…”
Looking at the figure on the tower, Oceanus looked worried.
Artemis remained silent.
He gazed at the tower, his silver eyes reflecting the golden figure, revealing no emotion.
"With the sun as our crown and the stars as our steps—Great Creator, Your loyal descendants, we pray for Your divine grace!"
High in the tower, Helios, his face contorted with fervor, chanted aloud.
Accompanied by His resounding voice, a golden pillar of light burst forth from the center of the tower, reaching straight to the heavens.
In an instant, the world changed!
A dazzling light erupted, and pale mist spread from all over the continent before surging towards the tower like a tide.
Wherever it goes, forests wither and rivers evaporate.
Beneath the tower, tens of thousands of elves wore smiles.
They spread their arms and transformed into golden particles of light, which were gradually swallowed by the tower!
Upon seeing this scene, the elves and gods in the distance all paled.
"Plunder...! This is energy plunder!"
"Pollution...! And the pollution of will!"
"This is absolutely not the power of the Mother Goddess, this is not an ascension ceremony, it is a conspiracy to seize power!"
"No! Quick...we must stop Him!"
The elves and gods all took action.
But the next moment, an aura that made even the gods tremble spread out, carrying unparalleled pressure, pressing down all the elven mythical creatures who tried to attack...
Then... the sky cracked open.
Above the heavens, a pale, gigantic eye, comparable in size to a plane of existence, suddenly opened, coldly surveying the entire world.
The primordial... descended.
(End of this chapter)