The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 254 The Beginning of Creation
This energy, a mixture of gold and silver, transformed into a surging river of time, flowing slowly toward Elian's soul.

Rabelas tried his best to control this ball of holy energy, keeping it as gentle as possible, within the range that a powerful legendary mage's soul could withstand.

Even so, the sacred origin of the universe is still an incredibly dangerous thing!
The ethereal, semi-transparent Elian closed his eyes, letting the long river of gold and silver wash over his soul, unmoved.

Ain and Rabelas witnessed this scene while remaining vigilant.

If Elian's soul becomes overwhelmed and suffers severe damage or rapidly withers under the erosion of the power of time, they will immediately step in to save this mortal mage!

Elian was bathed in the shimmering light, feeling the warm water cleanse his soul.

But there was no pain.

He knew this power all too well.

He was far more familiar with her than with Rabelas himself, who stood before him.

This was the power that once belonged to him.

It was through his divine authority over time that he was able to reverse time, open a time tunnel, and transmit a wisp of consciousness back to the beginning, with the blessing of the lingering will of the multiverse!

Bathed in the illusory river, Elian saw many things from the past.

It includes many secrets that even the gods do not know.

He saw a vast mass of chaos, containing all possibilities and all colors, suspended in a wildly distorted void; he saw, within that wildly distorted void, countless indescribable, great beings passed through this chaos, casting various possibilities upon it—life, death, nothingness, time and space, and dreams…

He saw two ouroboros, one black and one white, emerging from the chaos. The two great serpents bit each other's tails and kept spinning, creating everything in the chaos. He saw that the two serpents of order lost most of their power in the creation, one falling towards the seven hills of heaven, and the other falling into the inverted mountain of the nine layers of hell...

He saw that in the nascent universe, a large, blood-red mass of flesh was the first to take shape, creating a species called the "Bottom-dwelling Demon Fish," thus giving birth to this species before the gods; then, many divine origins personified, becoming the first gods...

He saw the gods form groups, each choosing to create a race and casting it into the newly formed material plane; he saw the gods battling the demons that emerged from chaos, agonizing over the demons' endlessness, fearing that the universe would return to chaos...

He saw it: the colossal black serpent that created all planes and licked its wounds in the ninefold hell disguised itself as an angel of the gods, fighting against the demons who represented chaos. The arrogant gods were unaware that the humble angels under their command were none other than their creators…

He saw it. The great beings who had once poured all kinds of possibilities into this chaos in the madly distorted void had returned, trying to take back all the seeds they had given to this chaos—time and space, death and end, the lives of all gods and mortals, all thoughts and wills…

At this point, the chaos had transformed into an independent "eggshell," with a sturdy barrier surrounding it.

But the great beings beyond dimensions paid no heed, and simply continued to slowly gnaw at the barrier...

Inside the "eggshell," the ignorant and arrogant, fragile creatures, who call themselves "gods," continue to drink and make merry, basking in their childlike, feeble power, proclaiming themselves creators, and treating the lives and deaths of billions of mortals as a game...

The ignorant gods were unaware that their creator, whom they had once banished to lick his wounds in the nine hells, was gathering power, plotting to recreate everything. They were also unaware that the mighty beings outside the eggshell, with their indifferent, colossal eyes, were watching the intriguing creatures called "gods" within…

All the images disappeared.

Elian opened his eyes, as if he had just woken from a dream that lasted ten thousand years.

If he were just an ordinary mortal or a deity, after witnessing so many fleeting scenes in the long river of time, he would simply forget them the moment he wakes up.

Or, at least, unable to understand what the blurry, fragmented scene represents, they simply mistakenly believe it to be a bizarre dream.

However, El-Erian knew very well the meaning of each of those strange images!
In his previous life, he only learned the truth about the beginning of creation from the two giant snakes, one black and one white, and the Outer God who was his enemy, during the final battle.

Only after mastering this creation history before the birth of the gods was Elion able to understand all the scenes in the river of time, bringing the power of the [Time] divine office to a new peak, laying the foundation for his later ascension to "above the gods".

In this life, he wasn't even a god yet, but he had already witnessed the secrets at the very bottom of the river of time...

And they drew strength from it.

Aion and Rabelas saw that the river of gold and silver had receded. Elian's soul remained in the same place, not only unharmed, but without even the slightest tremor.

"Having withstood the erosion of the very essence of time, it actually persevered to the very end without suffering any damage to its soul?"

The two deities were quite surprised.

In particular, Rabelas, who was the god of time himself, was beyond shocked.

He knew very well that there were many bizarre and fantastical scenes in the river of time that even he, the elf god of time, could not understand.

If I were to lose my divine power now and regress to the level of a high-level legend, and directly bathe in the source of the power of time without divine protection, I would most likely be overwhelmed by these incomprehensible and uncontrollable scenes, and would have to forcibly withdraw halfway through the bath, otherwise my soul would inevitably suffer damage.

But now, the mortal mage before me has endured the full erosion of the source of time, yet he still persevered to the very end.

Without a doubt, he certainly gained a considerable benefit from it.

"Mortal mage, when Aion first mentioned you to me, he said you were an incredible mage who was the first to discover the threat of those demonic stars."

"I didn't take it seriously at the time."

"But today, your performance proved to me that you are extraordinary."

Rabelas gave a warm smile.

Ian then said:
"Then, Elion, I'll leave the task of tracking down Marche Kid in the Abyss to you."

“Whenever you find Marchekid, recite my name.”

“Once we successfully capture this fallen angel, you can ask me for the reward you desire.”

El-Erian smiled and thanked him, then mentioned one last thing before parting:

"By the way, as I mentioned before, those strange people who believe in the stars are building a large-scale ceremony to connect with the stars on the eastern coast of Eldoron, at the far east of the continent."

"This ceremony will last for several years, so there's no need to worry for now."

"However, we cannot sit idly by and do nothing; we will have to deal with it sooner or later."

"At that time, if necessary, we may need to ask the two gods for help."

Both deities nodded.

Those dangerous, ominous stars are our common enemy!

Finally, Ain flipped his hand and watched Elian's illusory soul slowly disappear before his eyes.

Then, the god of longevity, Labelles, bowed to Ain, smiled, and disappeared in the intertwined light of gold and silver.

This "giver of the long life of the elves" will secretly return to Avandor and inform King Corellon of Avandor of the news of Aros's rebellion and the "enemies of Sidreen".

……

Inside a dark, secret room in the floating city of Eldoron.

Elian slowly opened his eyes, feeling a surge of power coursing through his body.

"This time, bathing in the essence of [time] has indeed brought considerable benefits..."

(End of this chapter)