Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 133 Descendants
After a pleasant breakfast, Lynn selected several maids and servants to go to the garden to enjoy the scenery.

Many flower varieties from the highest plane and the divine plane have been transplanted here, vying for beauty and blooming in splendor.

A gentle breeze blew as Lynn strolled along the winding garden path, her maid following closely behind.

The garden is full of beautiful flowers, but the most eye-catching are the rare flowers from the realm of life and gods—Star Spirit Stamen.

The petals are as thin and transparent as cicada wings, swirling with a mysterious halo of colorful light, each ray of light seemingly containing the secrets of the universe.

The flower's stamens are a deep, dark blue, with tiny, shimmering fluorescent points, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky.

A faint, ethereal fragrance, its aroma seemingly able to penetrate the soul, bringing a touch of tranquility and contentment.

The maids were invigorated and felt incredibly comfortable, their beautiful eyes sparkling with an incredible brilliance.

Lynn observed their behavior and smiled slightly.

Things from this supreme plane, the divine plane, have a miraculous effect on the material plane, like a dimensional reduction attack. Even a tiny bit of exposure to them is enough to change the fate of mortals.

He felt it was appropriate, so he took out his drawing board and brush, facing the gentle breeze, and used the power of the rules of destiny within the Holy Domain's true form as ink to begin sketching and depicting the scenery in the garden, including flowers and people.

time flies.

In the afternoon, Lynn went to the lakeside to enjoy tea.

A maid picked up a harp and played a melodious tune, which, accompanied by the babbling of the lake, made people feel very comfortable.

The melody flowed gently across the lake, blending with the shimmering water, the fragrance of flowers on the shore, and the birdsong in the forest, weaving together a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

In the evening, after dinner, we would go to the bathroom, then return to the bedroom, where our enjoyable nightlife would officially begin. This leisurely and pleasant life continued year after year...

For a supreme god, a hundred years is like sand slipping through his fingers, slowly passing by the moment he opens his palm. He doesn't feel the passage of time at all, but ordinary mortals have already experienced the rise and fall of several generations.

The magnificent royal estate was filled with an atmosphere of luxury and mystery.

Exotic flowers and plants bloom in the garden, and a gentle breeze carries their refreshing fragrance.

Lynn, dressed in a white robe embroidered with auspicious clouds, sat leisurely in the pavilion of the garden, his gaze deep and serene, occasionally glancing at the young people.

Not far from the pavilion, on the training ground, a tall and strong young man was wielding a giant black axe.

The axe blade whipped up a fierce wind, swirling the surrounding sand and stones into the air.

His face was resolute, his eyes revealed an untamed and heroic spirit, and his body radiated a thick, earthy yellow light. The stones on the ground slowly rose and rotated around him under his guidance. With each swing of his axe, he could fully unleash the profound power of the earth's laws. He was only a moment away from breaking through to godhood, perhaps in the next second, or perhaps in a hundred years.

In an open space in the manor, a tall, handsome young man sat cross-legged on the ground, with purple arcs of electricity flashing in the air around him, forming an electromagnetic field that contained an aura of heat and destruction.

Inside the study, a young woman in a light blue dress was quietly studying an ancient book. Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she possessed a gentle and intelligent demeanor. Her fingertips lightly traced the records about the laws of wind in the book, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom. A gentle breeze occasionally blew in from outside the window, turning the pages of the book, as if it were exploring the mysteries of the wind with her.

On the shore of the lake, a woman dressed in a light blue gauze dress stood on the water. Her hair swayed gently with the ripples, and her hands moved slowly in front of her. Under her control, the lake water formed crystal-clear water dragons that swirled and danced in the air.

In another open space, flames roared, and a young man in red moved freely through the sea of ​​fire, radiating a fiery aura. His hair was reflected red by the flames. With a wave of his hands, the flames instantly transformed into firebirds, which roared and soared into the sky.

In the forest, a girl in white with a holy face exudes the aura of the law of light. She kneels down and smiles as she showers the injured fawn with healing light. In an instant, the broken bones and fascia are restored to their original state, and the bleeding stops.

Beside the stable, a handsome young man was leading a spirited steed.

He mounted the horse with agile movements and agile steps. The two seemed to have a tacit understanding. The boy gently stroked the mane of the valiant horse, and the horse snorted obediently.

The boy's method of cultivation was quite unique. He used the power of the wind to gallop with his horse, unleashing various wondrous wind magics while moving at high speed, dazzling onlookers. He cleverly used this method to immerse himself completely in the world of wind.

There was also a calm and composed young man sitting in a shady corner of the manor, resting with his eyes closed. The wind elements around him flowed slowly, forming tiny whirlpools that constantly nourished his body.

These scenes...

Lynn took it all in, his mood calm and unmoved. From the perspective of the supreme god, these young people were nothing special.

As a descendant of primitive humans born from heaven and earth, although his bloodline was diluted somewhat by his mother's, he still retained some advantages. It wasn't any special supernatural power, but rather that his affinity for laws and rules was stronger than that of ordinary people.

Leaving aside the upper limit and focusing only on the lower limit, most of them possess superior elemental affinity and superior spiritual power talent. Even without additional resources to assist them, they are almost certain to reach the Saint Realm through diligent cultivation.

Although Lynn needs offspring with wind-elemental talents more, such things are completely random, and there are many other talents.

Fortunately, the most common elements are earth, fire, water, and wind, and there are a few with natural talents, but Lynn has not yet guided them to cultivate.

"Xu~~"

The boy riding the Swiftwind Steed suddenly saw a blazing fireball hurtling towards him. Instinctively, he felt a chill run down his spine, pulled on the reins, and the wind element transformed into pale blue wings that unfurled from the horse's back. He leaped into the air and avoided the unexpected attack.

"boom!"

The fireball landed and exploded, creating a large, scorched crater. The intense heat surged in all directions, making quite a commotion and attracting the attention of many.

The boy in red quickly ran over, smiling awkwardly, and said, "Sorry, sorry, my Explosive Flame spell accidentally went out of control."

"Hmph, you're always so clumsy. Be more careful next time."

The boy riding the swift steed said with displeasure, then ignored him and rode away on his own.

The girl in white in the forest stroked the frolicking fawn, a gentle smile on her face. She looked at the girl in black under the shade of a tree and scolded, "The fawn is so cute, why are you bullying it?"

The girl in black stepped out of the shade of the trees.

"You're being nosy."

Her face was indifferent, and her tone carried a hint of coldness, "Do you also want to experience the evil of darkness?"

Dark energy swirled from her fingertips, and the surrounding air seemed to be stained with ink, becoming heavy and oppressive.

The magical power coalesced into a hideous, evil phantom, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at its opponent. The fallen leaves beneath its feet were corroded by the aura of dark magic, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The girl in white frowned and said angrily, "I'm not afraid of you, you gloomy guy."

Her hair shimmered in the magical glow, and the sunlight filtering through the leaves blended seamlessly with the magical radiance emanating from her.

The dazzling light magic surged like flowing clouds, and the holy light dispelled the surrounding darkness, forming an indestructible shield of light.

"Boom... Boom..." Light and darkness collided violently.

Both sides unleashed their dark and light magic in a fierce battle, their evil and holy auras clashing like stark black and white, the fighting extremely intense, causing the small animals in the forest to flee in terror.

Lynn, who was in the pavilion, witnessed all of these scenes. As the number of descendants in the secret passage gradually increased, their personalities differed, and as they gathered together for a long time, all sorts of conflicts would arise, which was a problem that even large families could hardly avoid.

The simplest and most direct way is that distance makes the heart grow fonder.

During the family dinner that evening, Lynn looked at her children and announced with a smile, "I have a gift for you all."

He waved his hand and took out several metal life spheres... distributing them and informing them of their effects.

Lynn pointed out the obvious benefits: "You can create any environment you like, and no one will disturb you whether you are living or cultivating."

Sure enough, the children were overjoyed and formed contracts with the metal life form, learning about its magical uses and praising it as a wonderful treasure.

"Cultivate diligently, especially wind magic and battle aura."

Lynn gave her instructions as always, and her children were used to it. Some listened, while others didn't take it seriously.

A tall, upright young man smiled and said, "Father, although you often say that the wind element has nine profound mysteries, and that it is easier to become a god if one comprehends special low-level mysteries such as speed first, I still prefer earth element magic."

A long-haired girl smiled calmly and said softly, "I also prefer practicing water magic."

Lynn nodded calmly and said, "This is just a suggestion; do whatever you like."

He didn't tell his children the truth, including their mother. He even forbade them to reveal his identity as a supreme god. He had already made a decision about the future: whoever became an independent god of the wind element first could refine a supreme godhood as long as their talent wasn't too bad.

Time flies...

The hourglass of time has quietly turned a million times.

One by one, the proud sons of heaven were filled with passion, and the memories of their youthful arrogance settled in this cycle.

The river of time flows endlessly, silently passing through millions of years of life, yet it cannot shake the holy warriors and mages who have attained immortality, let alone the god-level powerhouses above them.

On this day, Lynn's avatar of destiny in the Magnolia Plane was still comprehending the mysteries of destiny.

Suddenly, his memories synchronized, his brow furrowed slightly, and he whispered, "The Lord of Destruction has obtained the Supreme Artifact!"

Hell, the sea of ​​chaos.

"Wow... Wow..."

Dark clouds surged, like the giant claws of a ferocious beast, pressing down hard on the sea surface, and the ocean roared in their shadow.

The sea rises and falls like mountains, crashing and tearing against each other, splashing water everywhere.

The gale, like countless sharp steel whips, lashed the sea surface, stirring up towering, terrifying waves.

A solitary island floats alone between the sea and the sky, like a speck of dust left behind in the boundless ocean. Its cliffs stand like a giant's barrier, blocking the outside world from getting close, while the waves crash ceaselessly beneath them.

Utrecht was dressed in a dark black robe and held a black gun-shaped supreme artifact in his hand. His eyes were filled with fervor and confidence.

Before long, one after another, powerful figures flew in from all directions and landed on the island.

The first to arrive were the main gods of the Hell plane, not only those of the Destruction faction, but also lower-ranking main gods of other factions who had pledged allegiance to the Destruction Lord. They all offered their congratulations to Utrecht.

Utrecht remained aloof as always, merely nodding indifferently without uttering any further words. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the details of the appearance of the Supreme God of Destruction, his heart overflowing with boundless fervor and longing.

The gods of hell were used to it; the Lord of Destruction was just like that, difficult to please.

The four divine beasts secretly communicated with each other using their divine senses, expressing their feelings.

Azure Dragon Redding: "This third relic of the Supreme God of Destruction was finally found by Utredder."

White Tiger Ers: "The current strength of the Destruction Lord is estimated to be slightly stronger than that of the Life Lord."

Suzaku Nemo: "Yes, that's possible. Utrede's true form is the super divine beast Wu Kun, which is no less powerful than our four divine beasts. It also has a physique comparable to a main artifact. Its rules of destruction are dominated by destructive power. In terms of attack power alone, it should be the strongest among the rulers."

Xuanwu Bowen: "Fortunately, we pledged allegiance to the Lord of Destruction early on. In the future, other Lords will have to be more cautious even if they have any ill intentions."

The other main gods were also communicating in secret.

The Star God laughed gleefully, "Our ruler has obtained the supreme artifact; now Hurley is going to be worried."

The Purple Thorn God said with a faint smile, "The fact that the Overlord has become stronger is a great thing for us Hell Gods."

The Blood Peak God exclaimed, "It is an honor for Hell to have the Sovereign overseeing things."

Various conversations...

After a while, the power of the main gods gradually covered the area. These were rulers and main gods from other supreme planes and divine planes who came upon hearing the news. Everyone greeted each other.

Lynn's Death God avatar also followed the trend, descending upon the chaotic sea of ​​hell, this isolated island, along with the forces of the Underworld Gods.

The cold voice of the Lord of Death rang out, "Utrecht, you beat me to it."

Her blood-red hair swayed in the cold wind, her deep eyes gleamed with a chilling light, and an unavoidable sense of anxiety lingered within her.

Ofove, Vivia, and Utred have all obtained the Supreme Artifacts. Of the four Rulers, she is now the only one who has not yet collected all three tokens. It would be a lie to say that she is not in a hurry at all.

Fortunately, the supreme artifact only amplifies attack power and cannot increase speed, otherwise she would be even more anxious now.

Utrecht laughed and said, "You've already obtained one of the supreme artifacts of the God of Death. It's just a matter of time before you collect the remaining two."

His words were not just words of comfort; they were his true feelings.

For the Supreme God, searching for the Supreme God's token would take billions of years, not to mention that the Lord of Death already has a token to back him up.

The Death Sovereign smiled calmly, not taking Utred's words seriously. Who would complain about having too many supreme artifacts? She was sure that Auf and the others were interested in the other two death tokens.

Lynn remained silent, like a nobody, secretly plotting his plan, and a list of candidates for refining the Wind-type Upper Godhood began to emerge in his mind.

(End of this chapter)