From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 391 Shared Imagination

"Do you know what the first common idea of ​​most life is?"

Gazing at the ghastly white flames before him, Modi posed a question to the three gods on the altar.

In the leaping flames, what burns is not tangible fuel, but something intangible.

In the eyes of the Four Gods, it is called death.

"It is a primitive belief born from the fear of climate disasters," said the first to speak.

"Totem worship arose from this."

Zhifutian, however, had a different view: "It's also possible that they are some kind of powerful, extraordinary entity, which could also be called a god."

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"I have investigated the fact that life in some worlds did not evolve naturally, but was created by these extraordinary entities."

"But where do these extraordinary entities come from?" Bliss asked. "They must have an origin."

"I don't know. Perhaps it's a naturally born deity, or perhaps it's someone else's creation." Zhi Futian shook his head.

"But these transcendent individuals are ultimately only a minority," Modi said, picking up the cluster of cold flames as the time was almost up. "What we are discussing is mainly the majority of ordinary life forms with a certain level of intelligence."

An illusion gradually emerges from the burning white flames.

The scene depicts a dimly lit cave, with complete darkness outside. The occasional streaks of lightning suggest that the outside is not entirely dark.

Inside the cave, a campfire crackled and popped, and as the flames flickered, the shadows cast by the firelight on the stone walls swayed with them.

They huddled around the campfire, singing and dancing, making incoherent sounds that were difficult to decipher.

However, it is not difficult to tell from the animal skins they wear and the bone ornaments they carry that they are a group of primitive people.

They threw plant leaves into the campfire, inhaling the wisps of ash and smoke from the burning plants, their expressions dreamy and entranced.

"In a world without divine intervention, primitive humans often burned certain plants during sacrificial rituals to achieve hallucinogenic effects."

"They don't know the underlying principles; they simply take illusions as reality, believing that they can communicate with certain transcendent beings, and even see the dead and the world in which they live."

Modi stared at the illusion in the fire, and another scene appeared in the campfire of the illusion.

That was the shared imagination of primitive people; under the influence of hallucinogenic plants, they developed a shared association with death.

"Therefore, in most worlds without external interference, death is the initial common imagination, and it is destined to have a special status from the very beginning."

As the illusion faded, Mordy looked away from the fire.

"One advantage of using the essence of the Death God as fuel is that we can infiltrate our existence into death, and all life forms that have established a shared imagination of death will recognize our existence."

"We will become one of the images of death, along with skulls, graves, crows, and so on. Where death exists, we will also exist."

The pale white flames burned into his hands and spread throughout his body.

In a very short time, Mo Di became famous.

"Now I share this fire with you, and you shall witness death with me."

The flames spread out of thin air, burning the Heaven of Alteration, the Heaven of Corruption, and the Heaven of Bliss, gradually permeating and altering their essence, elevating them to a higher level.

At the same time, flames also plunged into the depths of the warp, scorching it, reshaping it, and causing it to rise higher with the four gods.

Change is happening, and it is unstoppable.

The stagnant, decaying heaven, symbolizing life, completes the link of death, crosses the stage of decay, and truly achieves the mastery of the three cycles of life.

Bliss, which controls desires, was pushed in a positive direction by this force. Now, Sleeve is no longer just a simple indulgent, but also a symbol of restraint and indulgence.

Unlike the previous two, He did not do anything extra when he usurped the heavens. On the contrary, He voluntarily relinquished the power of fate and took a further step in the path of change.

"As for me, what did I gain? What was changed?"

In the northwest corner, Modi calmly felt the burning of the flames, and at the same time, he felt what he gained from it.

Within seconds, he opened his eyes, a blood-red glint flashing within them, like a murky river of blood, flowing with all the filth of the world.

"My Styx pathway has been completed; the next step is to ascend to the realm of a demon god."

They had reached the final stretch of the journey, which was also the most dangerous part.

"Next, we'll have to deal with the real troubles. Hopefully, the warp's shell will be thick enough."

Even if half of the warp is destroyed, as long as they successfully upgrade, everything will be alright.

The flames spread throughout the subspace, radiating outwards in eight directions from the Ascended Altar, etching out a chaotic eight-pointed star pattern.

Although it is an eight-pointed star, only the flames at the four corners have a real color, while the flames at the other four corners are illusory and ethereal.

To the northwest, flames of blood rose, burning not with crackling sounds, but with the sounds of clashing swords and roaring cannons.

Wherever they went, blood stained the ground, creating an atmosphere like a battlefield.

In the northeast direction, the blue flames flickered erratically and unpredictably, while the rising air currents transformed into a roaring storm, blowing the blue flames in all directions.

In the southeast, desires converge into a pinkish-purple evil fire, burning out a mist that corrodes the mind. Even the most vicious and evil chaotic gods will be reformed and achieve good after inhaling this mist.

Correspondingly, even the kindest person may fall into evil because of this, and the two sides of desire are vividly demonstrated here.

Finally, in the southwest direction, green flames, symbolizing vitality, dispelled the corrupting miasma and burned away the plague.

All the corrupt relatives living here were purified by the green fire; some regained their lives, while others died, no longer stuck in the intermediate state of decay.

As the warp was reshaped by the pale fire, it was also shaping that fire, removing the part that belonged to the Mother of No Life and imprinting it with their mark.

Change is relative; it always is.

"How dare you commit such blasphemous acts!"

A wisp of will revived from the pale fire, and after a moment of sorting out the situation, it let out its first and last roar before being erased by the warp.

Although it burst and scattered in the blink of an eye, the Mother of No Life was ultimately a being of the level of a demon god, and she still managed to send out the information the moment she dissipated.

Somewhere in the Abyss of Death, in a forbidden area far removed from the battlefield.

A being that should have continued to sleep was suddenly awakened, and besides being grumpy when he woke up, he was also filled with intense astonishment.

His scattered essence has been stripped away, and someone is using it for ascension.

This has happened before; some immortals who accidentally obtained the essence of a demon god tried to find another way to ascend by losing their essence, but most of them failed.

Some died from the power of the apostles, while others were possessed by the lingering resentment of the demons within their very essence.

Only one person truly succeeded, and that person was the pioneer of the Immortal Path, the God of Light who hunted the Ancient Dragon King.

He tore off a part of the essence of the ancient dragon king, recast it and made it his own, and finally ascended the throne to become a new god.

Many of the immortals who would do this in the future would be imitating him.

"Something's not right, something's very wrong." The newly awakened Mother of No Life had a very solemn expression. "Besides the God of Light who has long since fallen, there is actually someone in this world who can erase the lingering will of the Demon God."

"What is the origin of that strange dimension?"

He was deeply puzzled, but his condition forced him to stop thinking and instead consider what he could do to nourish his body.

"Yes, what do you want to eat?"

With a single thought, the countless living beings living in the nearby world turned into bones, and even the world itself died.

A dense aura of death surged in, drawing people into their empty, skeletal bodies, with no way out.

"That's not enough, I want more."

He cast his gaze into the distance, where the beautiful face on the skeletal body stuck out its tongue and licked its alluring red lips, its beautiful eyes filled with greed.

Although what is needed now is rest and recuperation to make up for the essential deficiency rather than to restore strength as soon as possible, this is truly a critical moment of life and death, and he can't care about that anymore.

Let's harvest the nearby grain reserves first, and then he can focus on recovering after this ordeal is over.

"We need to use this time to call those guys over; hopefully they won't betray the alliance..."

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A storm of death swept across the world, and the deaths of countless lives became nourishment for the resurrection of the demon god, feeding the culprit who caused all of this.

Every second, the death toll is multiplying, and the affected world is growing.

The Mother of No Life is racing against time; she must restore most of her power before the mechanical gods notice, even if it means exacerbating the deficit in her essence.

"Hmm... I'm a little full."

He stroked his lower abdomen with satisfaction, even though it was as empty as the rest of his body.

"Those damn metal lumps haven't come knocking yet. I need to get there now and stop them, or I'll never get my essence back."

With this in mind, he no longer lingered in his place of rest. His white bones and sharp claws tore through the skin of the world, opening a passage large enough for Him to walk through.

Lotuses bloom beneath the feet of the Mother of No Birth. With a single step, she traversed most of the Abyss of Death in no time, descending upon a star field devoid of life.

Here, the starlight is dim, there are no living creatures, only a deathly silence, and the chaotic laws left behind by the battle between two unknown beings.

The moment she stepped into this place, the Mother of No Birth's expression changed drastically, and a complex look appeared on her bewitching face.

"Isn't this our corpse artist? Why aren't you at home tending to your artwork? What are you doing here?"

He spoke almost instinctively in a mocking tone.

Upon hearing this, the corpse-collecting man, who was fighting the Lord of Evolution, turned around abruptly and blurted out without thinking, "None of your business!"

Because of this momentary lapse in concentration, the enemy seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.

"Ugh—you little light bulb head!"

Cutting off the parts of his body infected by the unknown creature, the Corpse Piece glared angrily at the Lord of Evolution, while also glancing at the remaining body parts with a hint of regret.

The area was now filled with tiny insects, which completed the evolution that would normally take hundreds of millions of years in just one second, and completely decomposed a part of the demon god.

It should be noted that they are just ordinary life forms, and in theory, they should not be able to cause any damage to the demon god.

"Evolution, isn't it wondrous?" The Lord of Evolution flickered a few times, turning its eye-like structure toward the newcomer. "You are... the Mother of No Life? What brings you here?"

Although He already knew the reason, He wanted to delay as long as possible.

"So, in order to reclaim my lost essence, are you in cahoots with them?" The Mother of No Life smiled slightly.

He wanted to win over this unknown powerful figure, but the corpse-collecting man's next words made him change his expression.

"Ha, is that even a question?" the bloated, cobbled-together corpse sneered. "He's the supporter behind those four guys."

"Is this true?" The Mother of No Life frowned, her gaze toward the Lord of Evolution filled with hostility.

Now that things have come to this, the Lord of Evolution has no intention of hiding anything, but instead attacks from another angle.

"That's right, but don't think this guy is anything good. He also covets your essence and even sent his First Apostle to collect it."

Upon hearing this, the Mother of No Birth's expression changed again, and she began to suspect another demon god present.

He and the corpse collector had always been at odds, and he believed that the corpse collector was the kind of person who would do such a thing.

"You who play with corpses, don't forget, we're still at war, and we're allies."

"Of course I haven't forgotten that, I just plan to collect and keep them safe for you. You wouldn't want them to fall into the wrong hands, would you?"

The person who pieced together the corpse showed no remorse; instead, he put on a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor and argued his case forcefully.

"Come on," the Lord of Evolution flashed violently, the light points forming a mocking expression, "You just want to create a new god, and maybe even create a subordinate god for yourself."

"I had no such intention." He spoke with absolute certainty, almost as if he were swearing an oath by the Luo River.

Glancing at Him, the Mother of No Birth remained expressionless and simply said, "Considering our alliance, I can overlook your past actions, provided you help me retrieve those lost items."

"Of course." The corpse reassemblers all smiled. "I'll hold off that lightbulb-head here, and you go break through that tortoise shell, how about it?"

"Can."

There's no point in arguing when you don't see eye to eye. If it weren't for the alliance, the Mother of No Life wouldn't have bothered talking to the Corpse Collector.

Since a temporary agreement had been reached, he didn't want to say anything more and just divide the tasks according to the agreed-upon terms.

"You can't go anywhere until I fall," the Lord of Evolution said calmly. "A promise is a promise."

"Well..." The corpse collector was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of several wide-ranging jump fluctuations out of the corner of his eye, and immediately changed his words, "It's hard to say."

The transition fluctuations dissipated, revealing massive entities emerging from them.

A molten iron planet emitting piercing air raid sirens in the mental waveband; a mobile fleet composed of countless wrecked spaceships; a colossal mechanical structure that constantly deforms...

The demons from both sides are arriving at the scene one after another.

They were drawn to the aftermath of the battle between the two demon-god level beings, and upon discovering that someone was attempting to ascend, they made a special trip to this place.

Some just want to watch the show, while others want to get on the field and fight.