Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 443 The First Gods

Perhaps because Murphy absorbed the power of the god Cornunos, he saw the god's long life during the time rewind.

He saw Cornunus reassemble his body in the mountains and forests, abandoning his original divine name and gathering faith as the god in charge of forests and flora and fauna, thus taking root in the British Isles.

Then he traveled back hundreds of years and saw on the island of Paxsey that several angels descended from the sky, besieged Pan, killed him, skinned him and dismembered him, and used his divine body to make various magical artifacts to be placed in churches around the world for worship. Even his divine power was taken by an angel and became nourishment for the other.

As time rewinds further, Murphy discovers that Pan was not a native Greek deity, but rather came from the more ancient Egypt, where he was called Knum. However, he was later killed by Amun of Thebes, who stole his divine office and divinity, and his name Knum was replaced by another god.

It is indeed extremely ancient, so much so that after going back hundreds of years, the river of time that belongs to it has only flowed backward a short distance.

The magic used for rewinding still had some power left, but the time converter was the first to give out.

Just like the first time he performed an extremely long time rewind, the time converter began to melt as it operated rapidly. This time, however, Murphy was experienced. He reached out and grasped the time converter, which had melted into a lump, letting the golden liquid seep into his palm. That feeling of touching the essence of time reappeared, and this time the feeling was much clearer than before.

He seemed to see a line that stretched through time and space, where countless substances came together and died, but the most core piece of information remained unchanged. At this moment, magic was like a hook, grappling with that core information and tracing back along that line of time and space.

However, such a rewind is too slow; the burning of magic cannot sustain the rewind to the end of the timeline.

Murphy closed his eyes, recalling the timeline he had felt when he traveled back in time. It was different from the timeline of Kornunos that Murphy was seeing now. It was not composed of a single point of time, but rather more like a time axis of the world.

It is not affected by the observer's observation, but is a completely objective information entity composed of established reality.

Murphy's will followed the flow of rewinding time and gradually touched that string of time again. For some reason, he felt a sense of connection, as if this string of time was waiting for him to touch it.

Unable to fathom the origin of this perfect harmony, Murphy stretched out his right hand and, amidst the immeasurable passage of time, gently plucked a string once more.

Like a bullet launched by a rubber band, Murphy suddenly felt a strong fluctuation. In the blink of an eye, thousands of years were leaped over. He took a deep breath, as if breaking through water, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived in the present world.

In the distance, there were rows of stone tablets, and countless slaves with only tattered rags around their waists were using logs, ropes, and crowbars to move huge stones.

They transported those stones from distant mountains, cut them into flat slabs, polished them into smooth stone tablets, carved them, and then erected them in the valley in front of Murphy.

Several shamans with disheveled hair, holding leather drums and bone staffs, sat around the stone tablets, lit several bonfires, and danced wildly, appearing frenzied.

Murphy immediately recognized that the shamans were all wizards, and they all possessed magical qualities to varying degrees, while the slaves they were driving were all Muggles.

He arrived at the valley and was astonished to find that the stone tablets were also radiating a magical glow.

Moreover, unlike the stable and unchanging magical energy fluctuations on ordinary magical artifacts, the magical energy within these stone tablets is remarkably similar to that of a wizard—it is dynamically flowing and, like breathing and a heartbeat, exhibits a certain regularity.

These stone tablets are actually alive.

Or rather, they are nurturing some kind of living thing under the influence of magic.

Murphy arrived among the shamans, and his unusual and luxurious attire and exquisitely handsome face immediately attracted everyone's attention. The shamans stopped dancing and stared at him with a mixture of fear and doubt.

An elderly man with only a few sparse white hairs on his head suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, looked at Murphy, and said, "&#？#￥%？"

His language was so ancient that Murphy couldn't understand it at all, but he had magic.

He raised his right hand, manifesting a seed of the mind, and configured it to automatically send mental images. He then tossed the seed, which shone with a deep blue light, and made it float in front of the old man.

"&%#￥￥%?" The old man wondered about Murphy's intentions and dared not touch the seed.

Murphy, however, could not wait any longer and commanded in his enchanting voice, "Accept it!"

The sound exploded in the shamans' ears like thunder. Although the old shaman also couldn't understand the language Murphy used, he was still driven by the magic contained in the sound and involuntarily stepped forward and touched the seed.

In that instant, he felt himself connected with another will, as vast as the heavens and as intense as the sun and thunder.

He involuntarily knelt down, muttering pleas for mercy.

But this time, Murphy understood his words.

"Ancestral spirits, great beings, what do you desire?"

"What are you doing here?" Murphy asked.

"We will perform the ritual, praying to our ancestors and guardian spirits, asking for their protection and assistance," the old shaman said respectfully. "Great being, which tribe's guardian spirit are you?"

"Why do you think I am the spirit of an ancestor?" Murphy asked.

"Your magical power is immense, and your spirit is as vast as the sky and the sea. I have only felt this way when communicating with the spirits of my ancestors. But you are more powerful than any guardian spirit. Your tribe must be incredibly powerful."

What is the relationship between the spirits of our ancestors and the tribe?

"When the elders and warriors of a tribe die, they become the guardian spirits of the tribe. These guardian spirits grant the tribe's warriors strength, bestow shamanic magic, increase food production, ward off plagues, and enable the tribe to achieve victory in battle. The tribe then worships its ancestors, so that they may share in the fruits of victory with the tribe."

"Are the spirits of our ancestors enshrined in these stone tablets?"

"Yes," the old shaman said. "Spirits rarely manifest in the mortal world, and we have never seen a spirit with such immense power as you before. Therefore, we carve images for spirits, and these stone tablets are their temporary dwelling places."

Murphy approached the stone tablets and, upon getting closer, discovered that they were indeed decorated with simple figures, but they were not human, but rather various animals, including deer, bears, eagles, cattle, and sheep.

This is a circular stone circle similar to Göbekli Tepe.

Although they are just images carved on stones, upon closer inspection, the animals seem to be leaping about, brimming with vitality, and the magic they contain even surpasses that of shamans.

"Faith," Murphy suddenly said.

So that's how it is. This is the original faith, the original deity.

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand, and immediately dark clouds gathered in the sky, a strong wind arose, and then bolts of lightning as thick as buckets fell down, smashing onto the stone tablets. In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and stone chips flew everywhere.

If these are the original gods, what would happen if they were destroyed before they were even born?

(End of this chapter)