Several indicators lit up on the incubators.
The incubation process was about to conclude.
According to the parameters Liam set, the red-moon nagas would be around 6 years old, and won't be surprised to be alone in the demi-plane.
He hadn't planned much for the overall situation, but he had high expectations for Sylvera.
He designed a special growth environment for him, hoping he wouldn't become a fanatic but would instead follow the path of a saint.
A fanatic could never become a saint.
For a fanatic, God's orders were absolute, and they would implement it without thinking and uncompromisingly. It was a significant advantage but also a major flaw.
They were perfect executioners, but their twisted thought almost prevented them from thinking by themselves. Initiative nearly became a sin.
Thus, they should never become generals or tribe leaders, as they would eventually ruin everything in the long run.
For example, if Liam ordered to destroy the enemy, a saint would be able to retreat and attack from another angle, while a fanatic would never retreat, even if it meant losing everyone.
Outside their daily lives, they were unable to take any personal initiative.
This could also engender some problems for gods who wanted to raise mages.
Mages were aware that gods were not omnipotent beings but only extremely powerful existences.
Mages pursued logic and truth.
Even so, it didn't prevent them from believing in gods. After all, since this powerhouse protected them, it made sense that in return, they had to do something for him.
Mages embodied the most faithful fervent believers, but they would never become fanatics. It's against their nature.
About Sylvera, he was a fanatic for several centuries when he led the novariantribe.
Nevertheless, he lost all his memories. Not everything disappeared, but he would only retain impressions.
Fortunately, thanks to his past life, his soul was very strong compared to other nagas at the same age, and the intervention of the original seed erased all the negative effects related to his fanaticism.
Liam had made great efforts for his father to provide him with a moral and intellectual education.
Now, all that was left was to cross his fingers.
A few minutes after, the incubators turned off.
The simulation was complete, and the souls of the nagas would soon return to their bodies.
As their souls awakened for the first time, Liam felt 63 new faith links establishing with him.
He burst into joyful laughter as he felt the particularly powerful connection coming from one of the male nagas.
The plan succeeded: Sylvera was taking the path of a saint.
Saints had five stages: young saint, true saint, great saint, high saint, and supreme saint.
For now, Sylvera was only a young saint, but the term "young" made sense. As he aged a few years and became more mature, he would naturally become a true saint.
The presence of a saint changed many things for gods. First, a single saint provided as much faith as twenty fanatics, but that wasn't the most important thing.
From now on, they could form a real church and organizing large rituals more easily, using the saint's body as a medium to descend.
Moreover, the saints would manage to promote faith within the divine realm in the most effective way possible, without hindering everyone's lives.
This would quickly have a snowball effect.
Besides Sylvera, there were 3 fanatics, 15 fervent believers, and 44 true believers.
"Not bad, not a single pan-believer."
In addition, nagas were much smarter than novarians, so their faith ratio would reach nearly 60% of the theoretical value.
He also though that the ratio would not increase anymore. His believers also had other things to do; he couldn't ask them pray all day long. That would end up being counterproductive.
Before the nagas fully woke up, Liam took out the encapsulator.
It was, in fact, an empty pearl with a huge storage of energy. Once activated, it would create a small independent world, frozen in time and space for thousands of years.
He used his spiritual energy and activated the pearl, which swallowed the bodies of his believers before sealing itself hermetically.
Liam smiled and placed the pearl on his watch, eager to see how his new race would be evaluated by the human system.
Race pearl (1 star| gold) – Unknown race: contains 63 rank 1 specimens of an unknown race. (This new race is made for war and can reach the pinnacle of lower races. There are 29 females and 34 males, with one at the pinnacle of rank 1)
He suddenly thought of the pearls he won at the Mariafird Company's roulette.
He sent all those pearls into the original seed and decomposed them down into creation energy.
He didn't even look at the amount obtained and sent the naga pearl into the seed before using all the energy to strengthen the pearl.
In the end, he had no creation points left but he had no regrets.
The red-moon nagas were his fondation. He will not skimp on means to improve them.
He took the pearl out of the artifact and reevaluated it with his watch.
Race pearl (1 star | diamond) – Unknown race: contains 63 specimens of a new race. (This new race is made for war and can reach the pinnacle of lower races. There are 58 specimens ranging from advanced-tier to pinnacle of rank 1, 4 beginner ranks 2, and 1 confirmed rank 2 specimen. There are 29 females and 34 males)
Liam gasped.
After golden pearls come diamond pearls.
It was the first time seeing such a high-quality pearl.
It completely exceeded his expectations. Diamond pearls were as the rarest and the most expensive of the market. There were only three levels above, but they were impossible to find in ordinary stores.
The creation energy did not grant any special abilities to the nagas, but it strengthened them a lot.
When they became adults, there was a high chance for half of them to reach rank 2.
The chances for a rank 3 to appear were not low either, especially among the five that were already at rank 2.
Liam wasted no time in hesitation and merged the pearl with the spatial barrier of the divine realm.
At the same time, he sent a prophecy to Grogi, who had taken over Sylvera's role.
"The time has come, prepare the tribe. New companions will soon come to these lands."
Quickly, the novarians gathered at the center of the tribe.
At that time, the fusion was over, and a large gray sphere several meters large floated at the top of the divine realm.
Once the novarians gathered, Liam brought down a huge light pillar containing the sphere.
When the light disappeared, there were only 63 sleeping silhouettes, surrounded by hundreds of curious novarians.
...
Sylvera felt the sunlight on his face and began to regain consciousness.
He had had a very strange dream where he was a small and weak novarian.
Fortunately, the nightmare didn't last long, and he woke up.
He felt as numb as if he didn't moved for days, but at the same time, he felt an endless energy filling his body.
He rolled, pushed himself up with his hands, and slowly stood up.
"What?"
His companions were all unconscious, and they were surrounded by hundreds of novarians.
He became alert and wanted to grab his spear, but his hand only caught air.
He had no more weapons.
Sylvera began to panic. He could never defend himself against so many people, let alone protect his unconscious comrades.
Fortunately, the novarians did not seem hostile.
While he vigilantly watched them, one of the novarian stepped out of the ranks.
He was taller and stronger than the others.
Sylvera had a déjà-vu feeling toward at the guy in front of him, but he didn't know where it came from.
The novarian examined him for a moment, curious, before displaying a smiling expression.
"Welcome, foreigner, we were waiting for you."
...
Liam didn't stay long and exited the spatial rift.
There shouldn't be any conflict since both races were his believers.
Moreover, Sylvera would unconsciously hesitate to harm the novarians.
Back in the main void, he looked at the coordinates provided by the Mariafird Company and opened a spatial channel.
It was really far away, and he had to travel several million light-years.
Fortunately, the alliance had everything planned for transports.
There were huge spatial platforms in every galaxy. They had a technology superior to spatial channels and could directly open wormholes.
Opening a wormhole required enormous energy, but the cost to keep it open was much lower. The fees of a hundred faith points they charged was more than enough to compensate.
Traveling through a wormhole was instantaneous, regardless of the distance.
That's what Liam did to come to his divine realm. From Mars, he joined the Milky Way platform, and from there, he joined the one in the galaxy where his divine realm was. He had to teleport to his divine realm from there.
Otherwise, for such long distances, it would take thousands of years to travel, and no one had this much time to waste.
As his divine realm was only a few dozen light-years from the platform, he could make the journey in a few hours as long as he consumed faith points to open a spatial channel with précised coordinates.
Some were less fortunate and had to spend a few days on it.
It was the superiority of divine power: even without becoming a higher existence, one could use some of their abilities…
The unknown demi-plane was several thousand light-years from the platform, and Liam spent nearly a week finally reaching the coordinates.
However precise the coordinates were, there was still about a cubic kilometer to search to find the exact location of the rift.
That was the annoying part, but the coordinates couldn't be more accurate.
After all, the universe continued to expand, and even spatial rifts slowly moved.
Liam wasted no time and released his aura and spiritual sense fully, sweeping the area.
...
A few hundred kilometers away, hidden in the void's interstices, a dark silhouette cast a black glance at Liam.
"Damn, why is this kid at confirmed rank 8."
He weighed the pros and cons slowly. Should he attack? Was it worth it?
Before, Liam was an insect he could have crushed with a snap of his fingers, but now everything changed.
He was a former pinnacle demigod, but before he could ignite the divine fire, his plane invasion went wrong, and he lost most of his believers.
Even worst, some local supreme beings gathered to counter-attack and seriously injured him, breaking his divinity and dropping him to rank 9.
It didn't stop there. One of the supreme mages cast a curse on him that had continued to lower his strength.
Since then he kept weakening. He only managed to remove the curse recently, but his strength had fallen to the pinnacle of rank 8.
He was an alchemist, and planned to use the body and soul of these targets to make a certain pill.
However, even if he was sure he could beat Liam, he wasn't sure to kill him.
He spent all his savings to stop the curse, and he didn't even have enough to buy a spatial lock.
He was an old fox who had seen many battlefields, and just by the aura he felt from Liam, he knew he was not like other students and would react to a surprise attack.
For a battle at their level, a simple thought was enough to tear space apart and escape.
If Liam escaped and spread the news, he would end up with many demigods on his tail, and he didn't think he could escape for long in his state.
Finally, he sighed and opened a spatial rift, disappearing from the area.
He would have to start all over again.
...
Liam suddenly froze. He felt a spatial fluctuation not far from him.
He transformed into a beam of light and, in a few seconds, covered the few hundred kilometers that separated them.
After searching for a long time, he could only return empty-handed and start to search in the space again.
That was the power of higher existences. In the void, the laws were very loose, and he could display immense power.
He could fundamentally destroy asteroids several thousand kilometers in size without any problems.
Near planes and planets, it was different. The laws strengthened close to it.
On Earth, he could only wreak havoc over a few hundred meters.
As for lower existences, they would be crushed into a pulp by gravity. Only pinnacle rank 3 would barely be able to lie on the ground without moving.
On Earth, everyone was born at least as a rank 4 life form.
Even on a lower plane, his strength would be reduced to a radius of a few hundred kilometers, but it would be enough for him to destroy the plane.
Only higher planes would have enough strength to repel his attacks, and pinnacle planes could even counterattack and seriously injure or kill him.
After several months of research, scrutinizing every cubic millimeter, Liam finally located the spatial rift and entered it.
Inside, there was only void and absolute darkness.
Fortunately, Liam didn't need to see to know what surrounded him, and his spiritual sense spread over nearly a hundred thousand kilometers.
The spatial rift wasn't very large, and Liam soon found the demi-plane.
As his divine realm, it was a low demi-plane, but there was a huge size difference.
His own demi-plane was ten kilometers radius but this one was around 24 kilometers radius; almost a mid-tier demi-plane.
There was nothing on it; just a pure piece of more or less smooth rocks forming a semblance of a disk.
Liam didn't waste time and used his powerful spiritual energy to bring the demi-plane into his spatial ring.
He left only a small piece of rock behind with a faint glow. In a few million years, it would become a demi-plane again, and who knows, perhaps the divine realm of another human.
It was a human tradition to ensure that the resources of their corner of the universe would not be depleted.
A week later, Liam was back in his divine realm.
He took the new demi-plane out of his spatial ring and sent it toward his own demi-plane.
Liam used his spiritual energy to break the demi-plane into four, each piece approaching a side of the divine realm.
Chaotic energy rushed into the demi-plane pieces and began to ravage it, cutting it into small pieces.
At the same time, the spatial wall was restored and pushed the chaotic energy back into the void.
At that time, the 24 kilometers radius demi-plane was fragmented into several hundred mini-planes, with an extremely thin spatial wall struggling to repel the void's energy.
Under Liam's intervention, the plane pieces slowly approached the edges of his divine realm.
Inside the realm, nagas and novarians lived peacefully when the entire realm began to shake.
Everyone started to panic, especially the nagas who had already experienced the fall of a world, but they were soon calmed by Grogi and Sylvera, who received a prophecy from Liam.
As the fragments approached, the realm shook more and more.
Even if it didn't form a will yet, it "felt" that something good was approaching.
It was one of the few times when people didn't have to wait for the divine realm to have enough origin to add things: it was literally devouring origin.
The first fragment came into contact with the divine realm's spatial wall.
BOOM.
The realm shook, and several mortal novarians fell to the ground.
The spatial wall fused, and eventually, the fragment struck the divine realm's ground and merged with it.
The impacts continued one after the other.
Finally, there was nothing left in the spatial rift except of the artificial sun and Liam's divine realm.