Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Xibo and Akusu, with the power of all beings, gather the gods.

They have already become the Divine Kings of the current Divine Kingdom.

At this moment, within this Divine Hall, the mighty power of the gods is gathered.

How could there still be an undefeatable enemy?

Even if it were God, he merely possesses a few divine artifacts.

The Black God exchanged a few words with Ananke on the field and finally said:

"This method is one of causality, transmission, time... even transformed by the Terminal Divine Object."

"This method is called [Creator's Advent], this variant Terminal Divine Object can gather all the divine artifacts of the gods together, immersing them in boiling oil, tracing back the causality of distant times, summoning the advent of the true Creator God."

Beside him, Ananke incredulously said, "Is the intention so grand? Can it really summon the Creator God?"

"If the Creator God truly exists in this world, then there must be traces of his existence on the divine artifacts."

"And before us, by using divine artifacts as anchors, we trace upstream in time, seeking the origin of causality, attempting to find the ultimate source."

The Black God's voice fiercely struck into the ears of the gods.

"If in the world, there truly exists such an omniscient, omnipotent presence that showers countless divine artifacts, mastering the infinite void... the ultimate creative existence."

"Then we can connect with the Creator God, exchanging for a glimpse of that world-shattering power."

Everyone was shocked and changed color upon hearing such a terrifying method.

"Are there any side effects?" Xibo suddenly asked.

"Who knows?" The Black God's lips curled into a dangerous grin, "A little risk is tolerable in the pursuit of truth and wisdom!"

Xibo cursed inwardly at this madman.

To pursue the wisdom of truth, the God of Wisdom can disregard his own life.

After hesitating for a moment, Xibo also recalled a thought, "Well, summoning a strand of the Creator God's power is not impossible."

"Moreover, the false gods I have created, even if they summon the Creator God, are likely the Creator God imagined and gathered by numerous beings."

Ananke, having obtained the method of the Black God, began to gather divine power, using the divine artifacts of the gods as mediums to summon the Creator God.

Boom!

A turbulent tide of energy began to surge.

Under the gathering of countless divine powers, within the glaring and bright divine radiance, a massive time-space tunnel was opened.

Following causality, tracing the source of all time, people saw the cosmos flowing backward, all things reverting to their origins as if returning to the very beginning.

An overwhelmingly domineering force descended from the sky, converging into an unseen, formless, shapeless and qualityless figure.

No one could see the figure, yet everyone felt as if it was right there.

A chilling pressure emerged from everyone's heart, overbearing and immobilizing all.

Death World.

Liu Jun had slaughtered countless soldiers, instilling fear, as if sensing some terrifying entities were arriving.

He looked up, gazing into the void beyond the Death World, muttering to himself, "Tch, this deceiver not only created fake gods, but also... the Creator God?"

In the belief of the gods, the Creator God is the source that bestows power to the gods.

Under such strong belief, turning falsehood into reality, this phantom of the Creator God indeed has some peculiar and eerie qualities.

But...

Ultimately, it is what the gods imagined.

"Humans cannot conceive what they have not seen."

God's gaze penetrated the void, falling upon the formless figure, "Otherwise, if they had truly seen, the face and appearance of the Creator God who descends many divine artifacts should be me."

Without further hesitation.

God unleashed tremendous power, these shrimp soldiers and crab generals incapable of blocking him at all.

With a swipe of his hand, he shattered an opening in the Death World, stepping out as he faintly said, "What... is your name?"

"Origin of all things."

The formless figure slashed down with a palm, the voice as if a primordial heavenly god hangs high, ancient in its plainness,

"Blasphemy, deserving of execution."

Pop.

Everything shattered like bubbles.

The entire Death World behind broke apart instantly.

Like a mirror shattering, countless soldiers and powerful figures within were smashed to pieces.

Liu Jun narrowed his eyes slightly at this scene, "You are strong, possessing the traits and powers of all divine artifacts."

"However, I have probably guessed the principle of your existence."

"Your essence is merely a conglomerate of power provided by the gods..."

God's face lit up with an amused smile, "Indeed, having never seen a true god, in the eyes of the beings, the Creator God is that powerful."

"His power must be a gathering of all divine artifacts."

"After all, that is the limit they can imagine, they cannot conceive what they have not seen."

However, since such a fake god appeared, Liu Jun had to take it a bit more seriously.

Given that he, having obtained numerous divine artifacts, had never exerted full power before.

The fake Creator God before him indeed had the qualification to make him act.

Almost in the next second, God silently disappeared from where he stood, the Power of Concealment activated. When he reappeared, an explosive airflow instantly blew away the shapeless Creator God.

The Creator God gathered immense power from all sides, blessed with immortality, seemingly formless and transparent, yet his physical body was extraordinarily resilient.

God's full-force strike was astonishingly met head-on.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

But the next second, innumerable fists and various lethal attacks relentlessly hammered down on this shapeless Creator God, each blow more terrifying than the last.

The force of the punches surged and surged, blasted and blasted, pounding the shapeless, colorless body of the Creator God, constantly denting, collapsing, like a lump of clay being smashed apart.

Clearly, despite the various lethal attacks, they couldn't shatter the opponent's shell, merely wearing down his essence.

Boom!

But in the next moment, with an explosive sound, this Creator God burst and vanished without a trace.

Clearly, after a series of punches, the opponent instantly met his demise.

"Is this it?" God's gaze swept over the opponent's body, "A flashy, fake entity that has become real, nothing but a heap of garbage mixed with divine power, merely a facade."

God opened his mouth and gently blew a breath.

The entire figure of the Creator God vanished into dust and disappeared into the wind.

He looked toward the far-off Divine Hall of the gods, resting his eyes on the shivering lantern fish and the gods of Xibo,

"If there's anything else, feel free to bring it forth!"

...

The Celestial God's Palace.

The earth-shattering strike of God's punches made the gods observing from the sky deeply inhale a cold breath.

God's varied divine power had merged into one, each move greatly maximizing and mingling various divine powers, which had already formed a qualitative change.

His basic attributes and characteristics had no weaknesses.

Just these few combined punches, should any other gods intervene, would likely beat them to death.

Everyone couldn't help but look toward the Black God beside them.

The Black God chuckled bitterly, "This matter baffles me as well... If the Creator God truly exists, then summoning his power wouldn't result in such an empty existence."

"Perhaps, the summoning went wrong."

"Everyone, maybe we should join forces to summon once again. I wonder what His Majesty the Xibo Divine King thinks?"

"Then let's try again." Xibo nodded slightly.

Xibo understood that the principle of making the fake real was the existence gathered by the thoughts of all beings.

But the god gathered by all beings was nothing but an empty shell.

The combat strength and foundation were too poor.

However, the method to remedy it is straightforward: just summon more.

The opponent is like a fledgling, continually growing and maturing on its own.

Just as the Black God had said.

Summon the Creator God several more times... and the opponent will become more perfect, increasingly powerful.

Thus, Ananke agreed to the Black God's summoning.

Almost in the next moment!

All the gods' divine power gathered together, re-summoning the invisible, colorless Creator God.

"Greetings, Creator God!

As God King, Xibo led the gods to first kneel, "Summoning a strand of your power, solely to slaughter the rebellious demon."

To deceive, Xibo first had to believe himself that this was the true Creator God.

Believing it himself, would make others believe it.

"Just now, a strand of power descended abnormally, hence being killed by the opponent...." The Creator God nodded slightly.

According to the history and memory of this divine void area, he was indeed the true Creator God.

His memories were scripted as such.

After speaking, the Creator God flew skyward, charging directly towards God.

Among the gods, Ananke couldn't help but say, "With the Creator God's advent, everyone, we shall surely win!"

Resurrected from the Death World by the Black God and the Goddess of Destiny's resurrection powers, the muscular God of Chaos alongside the God of Merchants nodded: "Makes sense!"

Just then.

The transmission from that Black God quietly slipped into the ears of the gods.

"Everyone, we transmit in secret, do not divulge."

The other gods were slightly startled, what couldn't be uttered openly before the gods?

But in the next moment, the Black God said, "Everyone, my summoning of the Creator God is merely a test."

"If the Creator God does exist... then our gods' history is real!"

"But the Creator God clearly is newly born and ignorant, not truly existent, proving our history is fabricated, and we gods are fake!"

What?

The gods of the void were startled within.

We are fake? What a joke? Our history, our people, how could they be fake?

"Everyone, Xibo is likely the mastermind of the fabrication." As the God of Wisdom, how clever was the Black God?

He sensed various subtle inconsistencies, feeling certain things were amiss.

He even started to doubt the authenticity of his own existence.

Hence, he decided to create the summoning technique for the Creator God, testing truth and falsehood.

Facts proved his suspicion correct.

After explaining these things to the gods, they were all greatly shocked.

"What should we do now?"

"Damn it, my life, my growth? My dreams? All fabricated text?"

The gods argued among themselves.

The Black God and the gods quietly glanced at Xibo seated on the throne, secretly communicating: "His true self isn't here, can't spy on our conversation."

"Since the opponent sculpted us, we can rebel against him, truly making the fake real!"

The gods were stunned, ambition suddenly sprouting within their hearts.

"What should we do now?"

"I think first, we need to understand why we're fighting God, what grudge our God King holds with him?"

History was submerged, the stories of the Age of Gods unknown, they didn't know why Xibo was battling.

"Everyone." The Black God said secretly: "Next, we must simultaneously kill both sides."

"First, we need to aid the Creator God, inform him of the truth... although he, like us gods, is fabricated, he would also desire to become a true existence."

"Second, once I've perfected the lantern fish's structure, everyone together eat dragon meat, step into the perfect eleventh tier, then rebel against them."

The Black God's words caused all the gods to tremble inside, silently looking at Xibo seated upon the divine throne.

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