Chapter 924 Its Name Is... Flood (11k Word Mega-Chapter)

--Time flies--

Long ago, in an era so distant and protracted that even the gods of today cannot recall it, countless generations before.

The sky burned, with fiery rain falling like meteorites, causing the earth to collapse and overturn. Plains caved in, turning into deep pits, and mountains burst apart, shattering into canyons.

Howling winds swept across the land, and on a desolate plain, amidst sandstorms stirred by the raging wind, an ancient king stood at the very center, holding a flag like a long spear, gazing up at the heavens.

His armor was long broken, and his flag was decayed. He had no warhorse, no servants, no comrades or army to fight with him. The king stood alone on this desolate wasteland, looking up at the flames of divine wrath descending from the heavens.

This king was incredibly old, wrinkles having long since climbed to his forehead, their overlapping folds making him seem more like a living corpse than a human. Coupled with his decayed armor and flag, he resembled a resurrected spirit from the earth, a long-dead cadaver.

But he was still alive, and his turbid eyes still held a burning rage that would never be extinguished.

He gazed at the high heavens.

"Bagel, emperor who touched the taboo, this is your eternal punishment."

From the high heavens, a vast voice descended, with an indifferent tone: "Still resisting the gods?"

Above the sky, the face of the God-King appeared, a majestic visage formed from a bright moon. The voice of the Pale Moon God-King was cold and ruthless, devoid of any warmth: "Your kingdom, your people, your soldiers, and even your future have been erased. You have been imprisoned for a hundred years. Will you still persist?"

The aged king stood firmly on the earth, gripping the flag in his hand. The old man's turbid eyes turned, and he silently surveyed the land around him.

Scorching winds, like fire, swept through the heavens and earth, incinerating all life. But the old man still saw it, saw that countless suns and moons ago, in the distant past, there were lush forests and verdant grasslands undulating across this land.

The sound of rustling trees was the favorite tune of the local people, and when the gentle breeze swept across the grassland, causing the green sea to ripple, a young king stood at the edge of the city wall, smiling with his beloved as they watched over their country.

But now, everything was gone.

The fiery rain descending from the sky had incinerated everything. The terrible hot wind had destroyed all life, and the deathly silent dark clouds obscured the sunlight, polluting the air, dimming the sun and moon, and causing all living things to perish.

The reason? Simply because they lived too happily.

Simply because Bagel was too virtuous and might become one of the gods of the next era, replacing the position of other gods.

That was all...

Yet it was enough for the gods to find a reason to send down divine punishment, destroying all cause and effect.

Even tampering with history and the past.

Ancient books recorded: West of the distant Berland Prairie, there was once an unnamed country that flourished and prospered, but because it was too arrogant and attempted to challenge the authority of the gods, it perished under divine punishment.

Even the king who raised the banner of rebellion was punished by the gods, unable to die no matter how hard he struggled, forced to witness this land sink into the eternal abyss above his desolate homeland.

Punished, sinking into the abyss, the silent old man raised his head once more.

The wind scattered the dark clouds, revealing not the sun and sky, but the arrogant faces of many gods looking down upon the earth.

The gazes in those eyes revealed not even mockery or ridicule, but indifference and a hint of pity.

--They didn't care about mortals' joy, sorrow, praise, or condemnation.

--They even pitied their opponent for daring to violate their taboos.

And now, they waited.

The nearly immortal gods waited for the arrival of joy. In the long years devoid of any development, the gods, who had gradually lost their emotions, found pleasure in witnessing the extreme sorrow and joy of countless mortals.

They wanted to see the Emperor Bagel regret, beg for forgiveness, repent for all his actions, and vow to serve them as slaves for all eternity.

And then, they would absolutely refuse.

In this way, they could see the scene of this mortal, who dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, falling into despair and regret, completely corrupted.

Not only that!

The gods would also manipulate cause and effect, erasing Bagel and everything related to his people, so that even later history books would only contain the meaningless phrase, 'The last Emperor Bagel blasphemed the gods, and his country was completely destroyed,' a phrase that could only inspire awe in all living beings.

But the gods did not receive the answer they desired.

Closing his eyes, the emperor, so old he should have died long ago, seemed to listen to the sound of the wind, the wind howling mournfully, like the cries of his countless people being killed by divine punishment in despair, the anger and despair of this land being burned by flames for centuries.

"I..."

He spoke, the old man opening his eyes, angrily raising the flag and planting it in the earth, allowing the tattered national flag to flutter in the wind: "Gods! Merciless gods!"

His throat was so dry it was nearly broken, only kept alive by divine power, but even with such a hoarse voice, it still echoed through the sky.

The aged king roared: "No matter how you coerce and threaten me, Bagel's answer will always be the same!"

He raised the flag, declaring to the heavens without any hesitation: "Even if I am alone, I will fight you to the very end!"

"Even if my soul dissipates and my memories are lost, I vow to fight you to the very end!"

Hearing this uninteresting answer, the face formed by the moon in the sky couldn't help but shake its head in disappointment: "Foolish."

"Then be annihilated, return to nothingness."

The Pale Moon God-King decreed, then prepared to change all the past, completely destroying the possibility of Bagel's empire from cause and effect, erasing all possible future paths that could replace the gods.

A hand pressed down, a hand as indifferent and ruthless as moonlight. It would cover the entire Berland Prairie and completely alter and erase the history of the past and future.

But...

At this very moment.

From some unknown space-time, another hand reached out.

This hand, extending from some distant future, raised a finger and stopped the Pale Moon God-King's descending palm. Then, it tilted forward slightly—instantly, the Pale Moon God-King was sent flying with a roar, to who knows where in the Sea of Chaos.

At the same time, the old man, astonished, raised his head, looking up at the giant hand protecting him, and heard a voice.

"It's not time yet."

The voice said: "You should live on."

"Only if you live on and continue to fight can you pass the belief of resisting the gods from the ancient present to the present of later generations."

"In this way, there will be a future where humans, relying on their own strength, will defeat the gods."

The old man stood there in stunned amazement. He raised his head, looking at the sky. The dark fire rain and clouds had dissipated, and the God-King, whose might resembled the moon, had been knocked away. The other gods had long since retreated in fear, avoiding the enemy who came from who knows where.

But.

The aged heart was burning.

The old man gripped the flag in his hand. He gritted his teeth, holding the flag tightly, and straightened his back: "The future...can humans really defeat the gods?"

"As long as that is your wish," the voice replied: "And you persevere in taking action."

"Then there is a possibility of it being realized."

"Very good."

His heart beat, like boiling flames. Infused with an unknown power, blue-purple flames rose from the aged king, covering his wrinkles and engulfing his armor. Then, a young and powerful hand broke through the flames, holding a new flag fluttering in the wind.

Regaining his youth, the king, reclaiming the time the gods had stolen from him, gazed at the land around him, and wherever his gaze passed, the flames extinguished and the smoke dissipated.

This was his homeland and the future battlefield.

He would rebuild a city here, gathering all who resisted the gods, as the starting point for all resistance.

"Don't simply resist and seek revenge," the voice warned: "Remember, make the world a better place."

After a moment of silence, the king solemnly nodded.

"That is precisely my wish."

[Singularity has been repaired]

[The first Secular Kingdom, destroyed by divine punishment because its virtue was envied by the gods, its king Bagel and all its citizens' history erased, cause and effect tampered with, completely ceasing to exist in the world, was the first victim after the gods mastered the power of time, disappearing silently from history]

[The tampered time has been largely repaired. King Bagel built the City of Freedom, calling on all those who had lost loved ones because of the gods and fallen into the abyss, to come. They were the first group in the Symphony Macrocosm to abandon divine power, study the 'miracles and magic' in poetry, and dedicate themselves to developing human power]

--Time flies--

An era when the gods were silent and unobtrusive.

Sheramore, the City of Scholars, was brightly lit even at night. Magical melodies emanated from the various mage towers, and the melodies from hundreds of mage towers intertwined to form a protective layer above the entire City of Scholars.

The city's radiance was brilliant and splendid. Here, there were scholars who studied the fundamental poetic path of magic and miracles, as well as scholars who studied geography, biology, and the structure of the human body. There were also many great engineers who studied various steam engines and combustion engines, making it the most academically advanced and comprehensive place on the Elothar Continent.

Here, there were new discoveries and inventions every day. Every day, a famous scholar would become the protagonist, sharing the new truths they had discovered with everyone in the City of Scholars, enjoying all glory and praise.

And today, the protagonist was a dwarf scholar affiliated with the Great Observatory.

However, it was not a positive reputation...

But a protagonist of ridicule.

Because this was the day that Oguta Stonehammer, the chief engineer of the 'Skyseeking Society' affiliated with the Great Observatory, failed to build a probing rocket for the seventh time.

"I say dwarves should stay underground, why learn to fly like wingfolk?"

"Yeah, the fuel three human scholars use for a hot air balloon isn't even as much as one dwarf scholar uses. I say, just to save resources, dwarves should be banned from researching flying devices!"

"His ideas are outrageous. Obviously, bigger hot air balloons and lighter airships are the right way to explore the sky. This dwarf just likes to tinker with their gunpowder, turning the ship into a big firecracker—it serves him right that he keeps failing. One day, he'll be blown up by his own firecracker!"

In a tavern, a dwarf with a bushy beard and several mithril beard rings was drinking alone. His brown beard was covered in drops of alcohol, and his face, which was already dark, was even redder, whether from drunkenness or anger.

He seemed completely uninterested in the open denigration and whispers deliberately made for him to hear in the tavern, but this did not stop the sarcastic remarks of other races and people from becoming increasingly harsh.

"...How many times is this? His rocket inexplicably explodes. I think it would be good as a weapon, but it's really useless as an exploration tool!"

"Dwarves should just be weapon masters and great artisans. I give them a thumbs up, I really admire that. But a child of the earth wants to compete with us surface dwellers for the Observatory's resources. He's really overestimating himself."

"I heard the Tower Master can't stand such humiliation either. We'll probably see Oguta kicked out in a few days, hahaha."

"Hey, don't laugh, Oguta has some skill. If he leaves the Observatory, he might become a weapon master directly. We'll have to greet him with honorifics when we meet."

"At the very least, he'll be a fireworks master, hahaha!"

"Damn it."

The drunken dwarf clenched his fist and took another gulp of high-proof ale: "What...went wrong..."

"Clearly my rocket...can fly to tens of thousands of meters or even higher...higher than those hot air balloons and flying wings, able to explore a higher and truer sky!"

As the surname suggests, Oguta Stonehammer was a member of a well-known dwarven craftsman family and the most outstanding alchemist and master craftsman of the younger generation.

Contrary to what many people imagined, although dwarves lived underground for many years, they actually had a great yearning for the sky.

Born from the essence of the earth's depths, dwarves were located at the very bottom of the earth from the beginning. They cultivated pits, dug up soil, and built vast cities and fortresses underground... But, under the guidance of a prophet, these children of the earth eventually embarked on a journey called the 'Grand Skyseeking Vow.'

They moved upward from the lava lakes near the earth's core, all the way through the gem layer, the dark region, and the underground maze, fighting elemental stone beasts, dark elves, and orc giants, overcoming countless hardships, and finally reaching the surface.

And the sky itself was their reward.

After witnessing the nearly endless and vast space above the surface, the dwarves, who found it difficult to ascend to the sky because of their weight and talents, decided to make the high mountains their new homes on the surface.

They even used floating crystal mines from underground to forge the earliest ten floating fortresses.

If you were to ask why...

Because that was a place closer to the sky, closer to another world.

--Why can't I succeed!?

Clearly, flying on the ground, slanted as a weapon, Oguta's rockets could fly a distance of more than hundreds of thousands of meters, all the way from the City of Scholars to the coast—if equipped with multi-stage propulsion, hitting a few million meters probably wouldn't be a problem.

Flying straight, even if it required controlling the angle, ensuring the stability of the internal exploration equipment, and continuous acceleration, not just simply throwing things out, the rocket could definitely fly tens of thousands of meters, at least breaking through the thin air that airships could never break through!

"Why?"

At this moment, even the dwarf, as stubborn as a stone, couldn't help but feel doubt about himself: "Could it be that my theory is really wrong? Even rocket propulsion can't break through the vacuum area without air?"

"Or is there really something wrong with my fuel, unable to bring such a large thrust?"

"Or is it really like what these people say... Are we dwarves really destined not to explore the sky?"

A lie repeated a thousand times can become reality.

Three people's lies can make a tiger real.

How many times had Oguta heard ridicule, denial, and disdain during his seven failed rocket launches?

How many people had agreed with his craftsmanship and weapons skills, only to deny his actions to seek the truth of the sky?

This was more unsettling than a simple blow, because it did not completely deny a person's ability, but pretended to be an objective attitude, denying the feasibility of what you were doing.

Even a dwarf as firm as a rock could not help but doubt himself.

And at this moment.

A blurry figure sat down beside the dwarf.

Oguta originally didn't like sharing tables with people, but he was really drunk now, so he didn't care much, muttering, "Hey, at least tell me!" After that, he shook his head and prepared to continue drinking in silence.

Oguta originally didn't drink alcohol. Drinking would make the brain sluggish. Ordinary dwarves could drink alcohol to stimulate their brains, making their stubborn heads active, but for master craftsmen like them, calmness was more important.

But now, he was almost giving up on himself, so he drank as much as he could, preferably forgetting everything, and waking up to tomorrow.

"Hey."

But that strange hand reached out, stopping the dwarf's arm, preventing Oguta from continuing to drink.

"What are you doing!"

Being stopped from drinking, not to mention a dwarf, even humans, halflings, and gnomes (all races of this kind) would be furious. The dwarf waved his hand, wanting to push the other person away.

But this time, Oguta's anger did not produce any results—the hand stopping him did not move at all.

And a pair of blue-purple eyes met the drunken dwarf's gaze.

"Is this all your determination and dream amount to?"

He said: "You failed seven times, and then you give up?"

"Who the hell gave up!"

Oguta instantly became furious. For a moment, he wanted to smash the glass in his hand on the stranger, but in the end, he restrained his anger. The dwarf, who had a master's degree, gritted his teeth and said: "But failure is failure! What else can I do!"

Slamming the glass heavily on the table, his hands were trembling: "My rocket just can't fly into the sky! We're just destined to stay on the earth! I failed, I admit it. We children of the earth are willing to take responsibility for our mistakes, but what else can I do besides that!"

This was a distressed, troubled, and difficult heart.

A soul born on the earth, yet yearning for the high sky.

He was not discouraged by failure, he was not angry at being ridiculed, the only loss of composure of this dwarf was due to one fact.

"If..."

Oguta spread out his heavy hands, covering his face. He roared in pain: "If I'm really wrong... What should I do?"

"I really can't find any mistakes! Could it be that I'm crazy, or does my stubbornness prevent me from finding my flaws?"

"What...can I do?"

He was not afraid of mistakes.

But he feared instinctively avoiding his mistakes and deceiving himself.

He was afraid that he would deceive his dreams.

And a hand patted his back.

"Listen."

As a warm power poured into Oguta's body, making him clear-headed and calm, the dwarf heard a peaceful voice: "What if I were to say that you are right?"

"What if I were to say that it is not that you are wrong, but that something is maliciously obstructing you?"

"...Who?"

Hearing this sentence, the dwarf couldn't help but raise his head. He was first at a loss, then frowned: "Not the elves... Nor the wingfolk, they don't think dwarves can succeed from the bottom of their hearts—is it humans? No, it's not, humans are still my old patrons..."

For a moment, he also thought of this overlooked possibility, but couldn't think of who the enemy was.

And the figure reached out, pointing to the high sky.

"The gods are dormant, but they have never left."

He said softly: "Child of the earth, your path is correct. Your ancestors made the Grand Skyseeking Vow, and you will truly lead your race to the sky, higher and farther than those races born to fly."

"Go."

He encouraged: "Try the eighth time."

"If you are correct, then there will be no ninth launch experiment."

"I will be with you."

The smiling figure disappeared.

The confused dwarf silently stayed in the tavern all night.

The next day, he came to the Observatory. Oguta found the Tower Master and expressed his views.

"This is the last time."

And although the Tower Master also wanted to persuade his disciple to give up on the experiment that had already failed seven times, he softened his heart once more after seeing Oguta's unwavering expression—after all, weren't dwarves like this, a race as solid as stone?

Since he had said that it was the last time, then let it be the last time. The Great Observatory had plenty of resources to withstand failure. They just didn't want a genius to go astray on the wrong path.

Half a year later, the eighth Oguta rocket was launched in the Titanman Desert.

The sky was silent, without any undulations, without any anomalies.

Accompanied by a roar that shook the sky, the long tail of smoke dragged endless shock and light, rushing towards the sky. Oguta nervously closed his mouth, waiting, waiting for the explosion due to unknown reasons that was about to come, or the success encouraged by that unknown friend.

And in the end, he waited.

The child of the earth saw his creation break through the clouds and the atmosphere, reaching the vacuum that no one had ever reached before.

--That was the first moment the beings of the Symphony Macrocosm explored above the atmosphere and saw the true face of the starry sky.

[Singularity has been repaired]

[Explorer, rocket pioneer, the child of the earth Oguta Stonehammer, due to being wary of the gods, his rocket experiments were interfered with, failing seven times in a row. Eventually, under the influence of the gods, he abandoned rocket research due to sarcasm and guidance in the environment and completely blocked the related series of research branches, making the mechanical creations and weapon technology of later generations extremely weak]

[The tampered time has been largely repaired. Oguta became the Great Star Observer, the creator of the first exploration rocket and manned aerospace rocket. His existence greatly accelerated the craft and industrial technology of all civilizations over several eras, laying a solid technical foundation for the various melody war machines and flying fortress warships of later eras]

--Time flies--

A designer of melody war armor appeared. Because of the god-king Deus's obliteration, his parents and ancestors disappeared in a natural disaster, so he was not born either. Although his cause and effect rupture did not prevent the appearance of the melody war armor, it was delayed by seventy-five years.

So, a force repaired this history, restoring everything to its original state, so that the final war could be achieved at the designated time.

--Time flies--

A strengthener of the prototype technology suddenly gained everyone's approval. Because of the war of time, although he himself was not mistaken because of protection, all his supporters, all his relatives and friends disappeared under the blows of cause and effect, as if he had no parents and lived a lonely life since birth, so he felt that life was meaningless and committed suicide when he had just brought about technological change.

And a force corrected all this obliteration, filling all the omissions and gaps, so that this great hero of mankind had a life that would not be lonely.

--Time flies eternally--

In the many ancient histories that were confused by the gods, obliterated by Deus, and concealed, suppressed, and strangled by the gods of past generations, there was a figure, flowing against the light, flowing in many parallel time and space.

He is a force, always dormant, eternally flowing, he stops mistakes, he spreads hope.

He once appeared on the battlefield, transforming into a commander, bestowing protection on the knights who chose their own destiny to fight against the gods' punishment.

He once appeared in a desperate era, transforming into a prophet, proclaiming the possibilities of the future to those who had completely given up all hope, igniting the spark in people's hearts.

He did many things, he said many things, he practiced many things, and he predicted many things.

He said that people could have a free life in the future.

He said that people could have enough to eat and wear in the future, and could eat meat every day.

He said that people could decide their own destiny in the future, with no gods riding above all living beings.

He said, he said, he predicted many, many things, describing scenes that no one believed and everyone shook their heads and smiled at.

Some believed, some didn't believe, but that didn't matter.

Because he was just narrating, narrating, lighting a fire, those who believed would naturally change this world, and those who didn't believe would at least not oppose that kind of change.

The figure walked in time, his steps leading the pursuit of many souls, who were willing to follow this will, to follow the existence of 'innovation'.

The ancient kings, the pioneers of the dwarves, the creators of the war armor, the optimizers of the prototype, they came along the shadow of this innovation, towards the 'now'.

They were all dead souls who had already died. They were all pioneers who had fought against the gods and devoted all their minds and blood to living beings. They had given everything for their beliefs, and the battle did not end even in death.

And they all had a wish.

They wanted to see if the living beings of the future could laugh and live peacefully in a world without gods...

--What will the future be like?

--Can they have enough to eat?

--Are our descendants happy?

--Do they still remember...

--The sacrifices of their ancestors?

[We have suffered, so we don't want our descendants to suffer again]

[Our wish is that everyone, all races, can laugh together and freely explore their dreams]

[All we ask for is that all life has dignity, that it is not controlled by anyone, not enslaved by anyone]

[Our struggle and sacrifice are to make the children laugh, so they can eat their fill, so there is no sand in the bread, and so they can eat more meat]

[All we want... is that our descendants can live peacefully, can sleep... without being awakened]

This kind of wish is the spark of innovation.

With such longing, such anticipation, they chased the shadow of the Candle Sun across the long time and space.

Came to the 'now'.

And so, they saw.

In the void of the multiverse, the dim shadow returned to the back of that vast giant god who held the universe in his palm.

And they followed the shadow, residing in the pupils of that Primal Candle Sun named Su Zhou, using his eyes to gaze at the distant future time and space, gazing at the world they had fought, struggled, and rebelled against.

Gazing at the appearance of their endless descendants when they finally won.

Taking the Candle Sun's pupils, which spanned the beginning and end and transcended time and space, as a medium.

The past, the future, and the present converged at this moment.

"I, I just saw the King of Freedom, Bagel?!"

"I seem to have seen our land's child's pioneer, Oguta the Great Sage!"

"Oh my God, the Primal Candle Sun... Su Zhou, has been with us since such a long time ago..."

"He has done so much for us?!"

"So we discovered the truth of the world very early on, and the gods stopped us from exploring the world?!"

Those were exclamations from the present.

In contrast, there were the gratified tears of many ancient souls.

The king wiped the corner of his eyes, the pioneer stroked his beard, and everyone smiled.

--That's enough.

--Satisfied.

--In the end, they really did win.

--Their descendants lived the way they wished.

--The tomorrow of their descendants was the way they could never imagine.

--They would see the world that 'they' had never seen, with the possibilities they had never had, walking the paths they wanted to walk but couldn't reach.

--Isn't that enough?!

"This is the last time travel. After this, I will cut off the time and space of eternity and seal all possibilities of time travel. Except for the simplest clumsy method, all magic, miracles, and divine arts will have no possibility of reversing cause and effect and twisting time."

"And I will leave it, this last opportunity, to you."

At this moment, a voice that all souls were extremely familiar with sounded: "You deserve this last time reversal, you deserve this time to gaze beyond time and space."

Su Zhou raised his head, his eyes were inhabited by all the souls in the Symphony Macrocosm who had once fought against the gods, were obliterated by the gods, had their cause and effect reversed, and had their destiny destined.

His eyes were the eyes of all living beings, and he would see the future they had never seen, and gaze at the ending they had been looking forward to.

And now, he liberated everything, giving the scene of this final victory to these martyrs who shouldn't have seen the end.

Su Zhou smiled, gazing at the entire universe.

Then, to everything in the 'now', the young man said calmly: "Look, all living beings."

"Look, it's not just what I did for you, it's you yourselves, your own ancestors, your hearts of resistance that have been burning since the beginning, that originally vigorously burning desire for innovation, that created the cause and effect of all this victory!"

"I was called here by you, I implemented it for you, but how can you succeed just because of me? It is precisely because you are also correct that I am willing to believe in you."

He raised his hand and pressed it on his chest.

Su Zhou said seriously: "So, if you are willing, you can believe in me."

"Join me on the path of innovation."

"Don't worry."

"Because I (innovation) will always be with you."

Whether it was the souls of the past or the living beings of the present, they all heard it.

This was the most sincere request, not from a god to believers, nor from a strong person to the weak.

But, an invitation from a pioneer to followers.

[I am the guide, I am the assistant, I am the giver, I am the inspirer.]

[I am persistence, I am wisdom, I am faith, I am the light in the dark haze.]

[I am the light of the Candle Sun night, I will change the gloom of all ages.]

[I am the Candle Sun, and I am innovation.]

[And what you have to do is not to believe in me, to believe in the 'Primal Candle Sun', you don't have to believe in 'my innovation'.]

Saying this, Su Zhou said to himself in his heart: [Just like, you don't have to believe in Yala, don't believe in Yala's chaos]

[But, you must believe in questioning that]

He said: [You have to believe in innovation]

[Believe in all the persistence, dedication, and sacrifice of everyone along the way, believe in yourselves]

[Those past histories, the struggles of those ancestors]

[You can not believe in me, but you must believe in all the sages who have accumulated all the miracles on your way to this point]

[You must believe in your own possibilities, just as I believe in you]

Throughout history, all the cause and effect that had created today's victory seemed to turn into an illustrated scroll. All the histories that the Candle Sun had ever appeared in and revised and restored were like detailed oil paintings, slowly unfolding all the details.

Not only that...

Also, all Su Zhou's actions, all his choices and persistence after embarking on the journey, swayed in the void.

[Now, can you believe in me?]

And Su Zhou invited like that, with a smile: [Living beings]

No answer was needed.

Because agreement did not need words.

At this very moment, right now.

More important than everything past, future and present, the decisive moment.

Not only in this time and place, the Symphony Macrocosm.

Earth, the Sealed Universe.

The World of the Divine Tree.

The World of Reincarnation.

The Qingqiu Universe.

The World of the Divine Dragon.

The Perfect World.

The Twilight World.

The World of Creation.

And, finally, the Candle Sun Heaven.

Taking many universes as the core, incredible power was spreading, shaking, surging like a river, vibrating.

Its momentum swept through the heavens and worlds, unstoppable, and unyielding.

Therefore, it was named... Flood!

[What's going on?!]

At the other end of the multiverse, the Great Emperor Hongshi, who was thinking about what color to match the prison in the Candle Sun Heaven, suddenly felt that the time and space under his feet had begun to shake violently. The powerhouses at the peak of Dao Integration couldn't help but be shocked: [A multiverse-level time and space storm or something? Why is even my power and the Candle Sun's power being shaken?!]

He couldn't help but be nervous. To shake the Great Dao world of a Dao Integration peak, and himself, a Dao Integration peak powerhouse, what could it be other than a multiverse-level super anomaly?

But, soon.

Realizing the true reason for all this vibration, which permeated the void and awakened him, Hongshi couldn't help but widen his eyes, his red eyes full of shock and disbelief.

[He...]

Hongshi muttered to himself: [He has achieved Flood...]

[What?!]

In the Hongshi Town Dao Tower, or rather, on the first floor of the Candle Sun Heaven Prison, among the many Dao Integration prisons that were sealed because they wanted to besiege the Candle Sun Heaven, there were also sounds of disbelief rising and falling: [What the hell, why can that Primal Candle Sun flood?!]

[Does he not need a stroke of luck? I remember he's only in his thirties!]

[Why, why!!! I have wasted 140 million years and am only Dao Integration, why can he flood?!]

[Does this multiverse really need a reason...]

Voices of anger, astonishment, or fatigue sounded, but in the end, they all fell silent in the terrifying tremor of time and space.

Because, that was a power far superior to the path they had taken... a power called correctness.

[No!]

On the other side, the Supreme Holy Venerate, who was patrolling as a trainee jailer, trembled. The Daoist seemed to sense an ancient and unparalleled fear that had already been imprinted in his bones.

So, he woke up. The Supreme Holy Venerate raised his head, looking at the source of all the fluctuations, in the direction where Su Zhou was. The Supreme Holy Venerate muttered to himself: [This is... comparable to, even surpassing the power of the Five Supreme Saints]

[But, it's not the real Flood!]

[There is still a little bit of the most crucial thing missing!]

At this moment.

The Symphony Macrocosm.

Su Zhou's power was erupting, blooming, like lightning bursting from a surging thundercloud. Endless divine power began to spread, mixed with his hands, hair, and even the light in his eyes, towards the void of the multiverse, towards the endless and distant places, influencing many worlds.

In Su Zhou's human form, a simple geometric rune was being condensed. It was the pattern representing his correctness and the Great Dao, a new power was roaring in his body, ready to break free.

The core of infinity had been created, because the correct Dao had been revealed, but it had not been fully activated.

However, the young man did not allow this power to overflow.

He raised a finger.

Light vibrated at his fingertip, containing the prototype of a small universe.

"I will fulfill my promise, living beings."

Su Zhou communicated with all things in the Symphony Macrocosm. He said slowly: "This is not a permanent choice. As long as you want, you can use your own hands to transform it—chords and root notes can be converted into each other. If you have better ideas, you can also use this as a foundation to create."

He said with a smile: "This is the Eden I want to give you—everyone deserves this best future. I believe in you, just like I believe in the possibilities of my homeland's compatriots."

He was not lying. Su Zhou's power was expanding infinitely. He could now create a Fifth Movement for the entire Symphony Macrocosm, opening up a new possibility.

Su Zhou could do it, he could completely do it—unlike creating a small universe by tearing the origin of the universe, at this moment, Su Zhou could sense that he could easily create something out of nothing, because his power and correctness had been accepted by billions of worlds, so he himself was the source of infinite power, and his heart itself, believed by infinite hearts, had also become the prototype of infinity.

The origin of the universe? The source of all things? They were all things that could be created.

That radiance, flashing at his fingertip, could explode and expand in the next moment, turning into a real cosmic era.

At this moment, Su Zhou waited for the answer and choice of the living beings in the Symphony Macrocosm.

This was a very long silence.

In the Dream Realm, the living beings of the Symphony Macrocosm, all the notes were communicating. They still had disputes, but they had gradually harmonized, turning into melodies that seemed to be played.

Su Zhou waited patiently. He had plenty of time, and he respected all minds enough, so he didn't peek into any discussions or constitutions in any person or network.

And in the end, the Hero Eve was pushed out. This last and most powerful hero represented the gods of the