Lex raised his index finger, and with deliberate precision, began to trace intricate patterns and runes into the void before him. Each stroke carried the weight of fundamental laws, their power coalescing at the tip of his finger like molten light. The air around him seemed to hum faintly, charged with an almost electric energy, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. With a flick of his finger, the surrounding structures crumbled into dust, dissolving as if they had never existed, leaving behind only the raw potential of their energy.
From the ground, a vast, luminous circle emerged, its edges shimmering with latent power. Lex reached into it, his hand moving as though parting a curtain, and grasped one of the origin pipelines from the depths of space. A phantom hand, translucent yet solid, materialized to steady the pipeline as he guided it into place. The mouth of the pipe connected with the ground, and the earth trembled violently as the pipeline transformed, merging seamlessly with the surrounding mountains. The once-barren peaks now pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow, as if they had awakened, alive with the energy coursing through them.
Deep within the mountains, a crystalline mine began to form, its walls glittering with energy stones,condensed Origin Energy made tangible. Lex reached down and picked up one of the stones, turning it over in his hand. It was silvery, smooth, and cool to the touch, yet it radiated a subtle warmth that hinted at its immense potency. But after a brief examination, he set it aside, unimpressed. To him, it was merely a byproduct, a trivial outcome of the process, though he knew it would hold great value for others.
With the pipeline and its branches now firmly anchored in this realm, Lex turned his attention to refining the distribution ratio of the Origin Energy. The cosmic energy that permeated the universe was a mere six percent of the total energy of the Origin Ocean,a balance that could never be higher or lower, for it was the optimum equilibrium. Lex filtered the energy meticulously, dividing it into a ratio of twenty. The result was a purer, more potent form of energy, its silvery hue shimmering with an ethereal glow. In contrast, cosmic energy was colorless, taking on the hue of its user's elemental affinity.
Lex named this refined energy *Immortal Energy*. The name fit its purity and strength. The silvery essence glowed with potential, humming softly as if alive, ready to be harnessed. This energy was far stronger than cosmic energy,a single strand could elevate a being to a higher form of life, provided they could withstand its intensity and survive. Strong individuals had a higher chance of survival, but for the unprepared, it could be fatal. Yet, Immortal Energy was not easily found. It was rare outside the Immortal Realm, a resource Lex designed to remain controlled and exclusive.
After moments of meticulous creation, Lexcompleted the Immortal Realm. The only task left was to develop a "will" for it,a force that would function as the ultimate enforcer of order. This will would operate like a machine, devoid of emotions, impartial and indifferent to the creatures inhabiting the realm. It would remain dormant, intervening only when the safety of the realm itself was threatened.
Using the Soul Law, Lex gathered the surrounding Origin Energy, compressing it into soul power. The energy grew denser and denser, until it crystallizedinto a heart-shaped gem. This heart pulsed steadily, like a living organ, though it was not a physical entity but a construct of pure energy. Each beat resonatedwith a quiet, steady power, as if it were the heartbeat of the realm itself.
As Lex observed it, he felt a faint, nascent consciousness reaching out to him,tentative, affectionate, like a child seeking the warmth of its mother's embrace. He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and gently stroked the heart. "You're quite the eager one, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice carrying a mix of fondness and curiosity. The heart pulsed brighter in response, as if acknowledging his touch.
Lex stepped back, satisfied. The will of the realm was now alive, a silent guardian that would watch over the Immortal Realm, ensuring its stability and order. It was a creation both simple and profound, a testament to his mastery over the laws of existence. With this final act, the realm was complete.
From the outside, the realm was a breathtakingsight,a colossal expanse of floating continents that stretched endlessly into the void. Mountains rose like titans, their peaks clawing toward the heavens as if to challenge the very stars. In some places, a silvery hue bathed the land, a telltale sign of the denseconcentration of Immortal Energy that pulsedthrough those regions, shimmering like liquid starlight.
Encasing the entire realm was a vast, luminouscanopy,a protective veil woven by the newborn will of the realm. It pulsed with a colorless, transparent hue, its presence almost imperceptible yet undeniably there, like the whisper of a breath or the shimmer of heat on the horizon. The canopy stretched endlessly around the realm, a seamless barrier that blended with the void, its energy humming faintly with quiet authority. To the untrained eye, it might have seemed invisible, but to those who could sense its power, it was a profound declaration of the realm's unity and the unyielding order that now guarded it.
Lex stood above the realm, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of floating continents and colossal mountains. The thought of a colossal sun, a source of light and life, took root in his mind. With a wave of his hand, he began to weave the fabric of creation itself. The Law of Fire, the Law of Light, the Law of Heat, and countless other laws intertwined, their essences merging into a single, radiant sphere. It grew and grew, a titan of incandescent energy, glowing with a searing brilliance that could have scorched worlds. Yet, Lex tempered its power, ensuring it would nurture rather than destroy.
As the sun blazed to life, its light cascaded over the realm, banishing the darkness that had clung to its edges. Shadows retreated, and the land seemed to awaken, bathed in a golden warmth that breathed vitality into every corner. The silvery hues of Immortal Energy glinted even brighter under the sun's light , as if acknowledging its presence.
But Lex was not done. With another gesture, he crafted a moon,a softer, gentler companion to the sun. Its light was cool and serene, a silver glow that washed over the realm in quiet contrast to the sun's fiery radiance. Where the sun energized, the moon soothed, its beams caressing the land with a tranquil luminescence. Together, they balanced the realm, their light weaving a change of day and night, warmth and calm.
Lex observed his work with a quiet satisfaction. The realm now had its sun and moon, celestial guardians that would illuminate its skies and shape its cycles. Now that this realm was complete, the only remaining task was to populate it withinhabitants,but that would be a task for another time.
Lex vanished from his spot, leaving behind the shimmering expanse of the Immortal Realm. In an instant, he reappeared in an empty void, a desolate expanse where nothing but darkness stretched endlessly. This was where he would create the next realm,the **Demon Realm**. Unlike the harmonious and radiant Immortal Realm, this place would be its antithesis: harsh, cruel, and unforgiving. It would be a domain where only demonic creatures could thrive, born of chaos and malice.
Lex stood in the void, his presence a stark contrast to the emptiness around him. With a thought, he began to manipulate the laws of the universe, weaving Origin Energy into a new form. The void trembled, and a deafening sound echoed,a paradox, for sound should not exist in such a place. From a spatial tear, something immense began to emerge. It was not a continent or a floating landmass, but a **tower**, colossal beyond comprehension.
The tip of the tower appeared first, piercing through the tear like a blade. Slowly, it ascended into the void, its form growing more defined as it rose. The base of the tower was wider than its peak, a monstrous structure that spanned **three million light-years in width** and **ten million light-years in height**. Its surface was metallic, a dull gray hue that seemed to absorb the faint light of the void rather than reflect it. The sheer mass of the tower warped the space around it, creating visible distortions that twisted the void like a mirage.
Lex observed his creation with a cold detachment. The Demon Realm was not meant to be beautiful or harmonious; it was a place of suffering and survival, a crucible for the strongest and most ruthless. The tower loomed in the void, a monument to chaos and power, its presence a stark reminder of the duality Lex had woven into the universe . The Immortal Realm was light and order; the Demon Realm was darkness and chaos. Together, they would balance the universe, each a testament to the extremes of creation.