Lynn, the mid-ranking deity of death and fate within the twin realms, had become a rising star. His sudden emergence sparked widespread discussions among the circle of deities. Gods like Pash, the Blood Peak deity, and Theresa, the deity of Cyanea, gathered privately to exchange thoughts about him.
While enjoying the view of a blooming garden and sipping wine made from exquisite ingredients, Pash speculated with a laugh, "Could the second divine form grant an additional 0.8 portions of willpower?"
As one of the earliest deities who chose to become a god internally, Pash had obtained a lower-tier divine form of destruction. Despite its lower status, he was content, well-aware of the power that comes with godhood.
Theresa, deep in thought, shook her head after a moment. "It's hard to say. No one knows if such an addition is possible. It remains an enigma."
Pash, ever bold, hypothesized, "Could it be similar to soul mutants, capable of merging divine forces?"
"Deity!"
With a hum, Lynn, watching the clouds drift by, slowly turned around and calmly spoke, "Rise."
In an attic, a six-star demon with silver skin and white hair sat meditating. Suddenly opening his eyes, he muttered, "Lower-tier deity..."
A spatial gate slowly opened, resembling a translucent ripple.
The number of material planes is almost infinite, making the best place to store their coordinates within the divine planes established by the deities.
This is the privilege of a divine messenger. After years of struggle, he had finally reached the pinnacle of divinity.
Feeling a surge of excitement, Alistair knelt down, respectfully addressing, "My deity!"
Deities from various realms, regardless of their alignment, had material planes as their stable bases for continuous cultivation and growth. These were not easily obtained but rather captured through battles with deities of other or even the same realms, explaining why some deities fall.
The Violet Plane.
The sound of footsteps approached, and a young man dressed in light blue brocade appeared, causing Alistair to hold his breath, thinking it was the deity. However, he soon realized it wasn't so.
"Greetings, Deity!"
The most competitive planes are often the super-large material planes, such as the Abyss, comparable in scale to a small-sized Hell.
Noticing the divine power fluctuations, Alistair realized the young man was a lower-tier god, yet his identity was not to be overlooked – a son of a deity.
Ascending the attic steps, one must show respect in the presence of a deity – flying would be a grave disrespect.
At the top, Alistair's heart raced as he secured an item into his space ring, overwhelmed with joy and triumph.
Seeing Alistair's respectful posture, the deity's son spoke, "My father awaits you above."
Amidst the endless chaotic streams of the void, a small plane known as the Supreme Management Space floated. Created by the Supreme God and managed by deities, it was used to record and manage countless material planes.
Having slain the Bone Deity and acquired a key from his space ring, Alistair's eyes widened with anticipation. He quickly picked up a gun-shaped divine artifact, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.
So...
In Alistair's gaze, a young man with black hair suddenly appeared, standing by a railing and gazing into the sky. He seemed both close at hand and infinitely distant, like a mountain without end, with a vast pressure enveloping everything.
Alistair stood up, his posture slightly bent, filled with excitement and restraint.
"Yes, Lord!"
Ahead, the spatial door opened, and a young man with black hair and a gentle demeanor like jade stepped through. His mysterious and immense presence immediately revealed his identity to the guardian.
After conversing with Theresa for a while, she left.
In a vast and desolate world, there was a library as large as a city.
The news of the previous deity of Heaven's Elements falling and being replaced was fresh to them. The disposition of the new deity was unknown, causing some apprehension.
Lynn casually strolled, examining the plaques hanging in all directions, each bearing the name and spatial coordinates of a material plane. These plaques represented the foundations of a plane.
Once this thought arose in Lynn's mind, it spread uncontrollably like wildfire.
He understood as he received the blood, a clear recognition forming in his heart.
Pash, observant and sharp, noticed the subtle nuances in Theresa's behavior. He pretended not to know, thinking to himself, "Indeed."
Theresa was startled by his bold guess and retorted, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
The idea of such an entity was beyond imagination.
In theory, not reaching the Great Completion level posed a risk of falling.
A high-ranking administrator reported, "My deity, in the past hundred billion years, we have lost over 90% of our faith!"
As Lynn pushed open the door and entered, he saw endless shelves filled with countless scrolls and documents. This was the repository of knowledge.
Lynn thought to himself, his eyes gleaming coldly. These deities were opportunists, willing to go to any lengths for their benefit.
The previous mid-ranking deity of Heaven's Elements, Korxi, had fallen nearly a hundred billion years ago. Lynn didn't believe the other deities would sit idly by and watch a piece of fat meat go uneaten.
Especially those deities not born of material planes had an urgent craving for faith, a feeling Lynn and others like him could not fully comprehend.
No wonder they didn't use spatial rings – even the largest ones couldn't hold a fraction of this, and it would be inconvenient for management and operation.
Alistair replied respectfully and cautiously observed the man before him – tall and graceful, with soft sky-blue hair.
Lynn stepped into the library.
"Thank you, my deity."
"If I could also refine a second deity form..."
"Predecessor..."
Hearing this, Theresa's eyes showed an unwillingness to accept. As a Great Completion being, he was just a bit unlucky. If he had refined a mid-ranking deity form back then, he would have had a place in the dominion of deities today.
The key was specially made and could only be activated by the power of a deity, opening a door to the corresponding divine plane. Otherwise, finding the exact coordinates in the vast chaotic streams of space would be like finding a needle in a haystack.
Lynn paused at the plaque for the [Abyssal Plane], saying, "Give me the key to my predecessor's divine plane."
"This is the deity token, and the power of a deity!"
Marcalov trembled, realizing the implication, but dared not show any emotion. He quickly produced a series of black keys, checked the markings, and respectfully handed one over.
Lynn said calmly, "Rise. How much faith has been lost in these hundred billion years? Have you done any calculations?"
In the sky, on the land, across oceans and beneath sun and moon...
...
Deities knelt on the ground, tense and anxious.
They had no escape, unwilling to be overturned by lower-ranking deities or slaughtered by their peers. They desperately collected faith and explored laws and rules.
New material planes were born in the infinite world, their coordinates recorded and accumulated. After reaching a certain number, they were distributed to deities of various realms for priority in spreading faith.
These deities were part of the Heavenly Elements army, with divine avatars responsible for updating the faith information of material planes and handling emergencies.
For the first time in a thousand years...
This grand and far-reaching faith war, now including Lynn, the newcomer deity, also began to partake in the strategic game. It was a matter of who was more cunning.
...
A group of deities recorded and documented their work.
Inside, they had suspected the fall of the previous deity Korxi, as there was no contact for so long. But since it involved a deity, no one dared to discuss it publicly until the appearance of the new deity.
Pash understood that many deities shared Theresa's ambition. But no matter how great the ambition, the difficulty of realization was immense.
Lynn took out several offensive divine artifacts from his space ring, saying, "Choose one for yourself."
Pash was calm, not having a divine avatar and thus free from many concerns.
Seeing this, Lynn waved away the others and took out a black token and ten drops of destructive essence – the power of a deity of destruction.
Alistair knelt reverently below the [Celestial Pavilion], anxious and expectant about meeting the great deity.
Pash raised an eyebrow, saying with annoyance, "I don't have such influence. Even the Destroyer couldn't do it, let alone a mere lower-tier deity like me."
"I have a task for you!"
In his joy, Alistair heard the deity's serious voice.
He quickly assured, "Rest assured, my deity, I will do my utmost to accomplish it!"
He had prepared himself mentally for this moment.
As a proud divine messenger, having received the great deity's blessing, he was ready to face any challenge, even if it meant facing mountains of swords and seas of fire.