The battle was over.
A deathly silence descended upon the God Realm. All the deities stared blankly at the sky, which had been left scarred and tattered by self-destructions and combat; their minds were a complete void.
Tang San was dead. The Golden Dragon King was dead as well. The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life had been taken away by an unknown entity. Three of the five Great God Kings of the God Realm had fallen on this single day.
At that moment, Lu Jingming's figure slowly ascended to the highest point of the God Realm. His gaze calmly swept over every deity present. Then, his indifferent yet resonant voice echoed throughout the entire realm.
"The Asura God is dead. From this day forward, I am the sole master of this God Realm."
"Who supports this? Who objects?"
The moment his voice fell, Acheron, standing beside him, once again drew her tachi, named "Naught." A bone-chilling, terrifying aura capable of swallowing everything and returning all to "Nothingness" instantly enveloped every deity present.
The meaning was unmistakable. If anyone had an objection, they could step forward. As long as they could survive a single strike from Acheron's blade, they would earn the right to speak with Lu Jingming.
The God Realm remained deathly silent. Every deity instinctively lowered their head, not daring to look at the figure radiating the aura of nihility. Even the five Great God Kings had been crushed. What could they—mere First, Second, or Third-Class Gods—possibly use to object? Their own lives?
Rong Nianbing let out a long, deep sigh. He looked at the deities, whose faces were filled with fear and unease. Ultimately, he chose silence. Ji Dong and Lie Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness and compromise in each other's eyes. The situation was overwhelming; there was no choice but to submit.
Seeing no opposition, a satisfied smile played across Lu Jingming's lips. With a flash, he appeared directly before the God Realm Core, the sphere representing the highest authority over the entire realm. He simply reached out and lightly pressed his hand against the massive orb of light composed of countless laws and faith power.
Then, under the horrified gazes of the gods, the sphere—which previously only the five Great God Kings could manipulate—became as docile as a pet. It shrank rapidly until it transformed into a small, seven-colored core resting in his palm. From this moment on, the entire God Realm, from its physical matter to its underlying laws, from its past to its present, fell completely under his control.
Several days later.
Under Lu Jingming's near-demiurgic power, the God Realm had regained its former tranquility, becoming even more stable than before. Within the realm, the power structures had undergone a final reshuffle. The vast majority of the original inhabitants, led by Rong Nianbing, Ji Dong, and Lie Yan, chose to swear fealty to Lu Jingming.
As for the "outsiders" like the Heavenly Emperor Tian Hen, the Immortal Emperor Hai Long, and the God of Light Changgong Wei—who were originally homeless—they readily accepted Lu Jingming's "recruitment" after learning he possessed the technology to traverse worlds and locate coordinates. He promised to help them find their way home in the future, and so they joined the "Pantheon," becoming a new force under his command.
A brand-new, unified "Great God Realm," with Lu Jingming as its sole supreme will, had emerged.
The war of the God Realm was over. All deities had chosen to surrender before Acheron's blade. Standing atop the God Realm Core he had completely analyzed and reconstructed, Lu Jingming's divine sense covered every corner of the realm like a rising tide. He could feel the awe, fear, and confusion in the hearts of every god. He could also feel the foundation of this plane, which had been on the verge of collapse after the brutal battle of the God Kings.
In the eyes of the old gods, the God Realm was the supreme, eternal, and immortal destination. But in Lu Jingming's eyes, it was merely a resource.
"Herta, you can begin."
Lu Jingming's divine sense linked with Herta.
"Hmph, finally over. What a boring farce," Herta's voice rang directly in his mind.
Immediately after, the azure sky of the God Realm was once again easily torn open by an even more massive spatial rift. A silver starship, brimming with futuristic technology and shaped like a magnificent palace, slowly emerged from the rift. At the bow of the ship, Herta sat cross-legged on a beautiful throne made of diamond stars, holding a cup of cosmic specialty coffee radiating a strange aroma.
"Though damaged, the foundation remains. It's sufficient to use as material," she remarked, surveying the vast continent of the God Realm below. "Well then, let's start."
Herta snapped her fingers. From the massive starship, thousands of autonomous mechanical puppets of various designs swarmed out like a plague of locusts. Some transformed into web-like energy transmitters, placing anchors at the four corners and eight directions of the God Realm to stabilize the spatial structure. Others turned into microscopic nanobots, invisible to the naked eye, infiltrating every node of the God Realm to perform low-level analysis and marking. Even more surrounded the entire God Realm plane, constructing a spatial traction field composed of pure imaginary energy.
All the gods of the God Realm watched this scene in stunned silence, witnessing something that completely transcended their understanding. They felt as though they and the world they lived in were patients about to be placed on an operating table, while those cold mechanical puppets were the surgeons holding various instruments.
Rumble—!
The entire God Realm began to vibrate violently. But this vibration was not due to collapse; it was because of... movement. Under Herta's reality-warping technology, the entire Douluo God Realm plane was being forcibly "uprooted" from its original spacetime coordinates. Like a giant ship with all its mooring lines severed, it began to slowly move toward the massive spatial rift under the pull of the invisible traction field.
The other end of the rift led to—the Pantheon.
Lu Jingming's figure reappeared on the main throne of the Pantheon. He watched the God Realm being dragged in bit by bit, his eyes flashing with anticipation. The Pantheon was a near-perfect semi-plane built by Ruan Mei and Herta, based on his Stigma Space. It possessed the most stable spatial structure, the most advanced energy circulation system, and the most refined mechanisms.
But it lacked one thing: a "soul" in the truest sense—a plane origin sufficient to support its evolution from a "dead object" into a "living being." The Douluo God Realm was the final and most perfect piece of the puzzle.
Hum—!!
The moment the Douluo God Realm was completely dragged into the Pantheon, two planes of vastly different sizes, levels, and laws began the most intense and magnificent "fusion." The Pantheon was like a massive, prepared furnace, while the Douluo God Realm was the "catalyst" tossed inside.
Upon contact, the God Realm was rapidly analyzed, absorbed, and assimilated like melting snow. Its massive accumulation of faith power, gathered over countless years, surged into the Pantheon's energy system like a bursting dam, becoming the fuel for the plane's final metamorphosis.
Every god standing within the Pantheon witnessed this demiurgic miracle, a feat worthy of being recorded in cosmic history. They saw that the sky of the Pantheon was no longer an eternally unchanging dark starry void. The azure sky, golden seas of clouds, and the sun composed of pure celestial energy from the Douluo God Realm were perfectly copied and pasted over. They saw the ground of the Pantheon was no longer a cold, circular table of black crystals. The vast continents, rolling mountains, surging rivers, and the towering divine temples of the God Realm appeared like a mirage before quickly solidifying.
The two worlds were merging in a manner beyond imagination. And it wasn't over yet.
As the fusion reached its critical point, the newly born Pantheon suddenly began to expand wildly at a speed exceeding light, a leap of conceptual proportions. Within a few breaths, its territory surpassed any known plane. Its boundaries, after consuming endless imaginary energy, turned from "illusory" to "solid," forming an indestructible crystal wall.
Then... Thump.
A faint sound, yet one that resonated in the depths of everyone's soul like a heartbeat, occurred.
Thump... thump... thump...
The heartbeat grew faster and more powerful. The sound originated from the core of this new, unimaginably massive plane. There, a heart constructed from countless laws and energies was slowly forming. And the moment this heart fully took shape and completed its first full pulsation, the entire Pantheon came to life.
It was no longer a cold semi-plane piled with laws and energy. It possessed its own life. It had evolved into the supreme and rarest life form in the universe—the very thing the Dragon God had once dreamed of but failed to achieve.
—A God Star!
A living, self-aware, special stellar life form with a plane as its shell, laws as its flesh, and a star as its heart.
"Success... a perfect life form with infinite evolutionary potential."
The light of a scientist flickered in Herta's eyes. The instruments in her hand were rapidly recording the energy fluctuations emitted by this God Star. For her, this was far more interesting than mere fighting and killing.
However, just as the gods were overwhelmed by the birth of the God Star, an even more incredible miracle occurred—one that nearly stopped their very thoughts. They saw two figures slowly walk out from the heart of the God Star, from that stellar core radiating endless light and heat.
One wore an elegant and luxurious purple kimono, holding a tachi, surrounded by eternal, undying lightning of silence. It was Raiden Makoto.
The other wore a sacred white dress, walking barefoot, with every step seemingly giving birth to endless life and wisdom. Her emerald eyes were filled with compassion and gentleness, as if she could see through and embrace all things in the world. It was Great Lord Rukkhadevata.
The moment they stepped out of the God Star's heart, the will of the God Star linked tightly with them. This newborn God Star did not birth a brand-new primitive consciousness, because it didn't need one. The Pantheon had been created based on Lu Jingming's Stigma Space from the very beginning. Raiden Makoto and Rukkhadevata, as the stigma consciousnesses, had been the managers of this space all along.
When the Stigma Space ascended to the Pantheon, and the Pantheon devoured the God Realm to become a God Star, they naturally completed their final ascension. Their consciousnesses merged completely with the existence of the God Star. They became its brain and soul—higher-dimensional beings akin to "Star Spirits." Every breath of the God Star was theirs; every inch of its land was their perception; every wisp of energy was power they could deploy at will. Within this God Star they jointly governed, they were the omniscient and omnipotent true creator gods.
Lu Jingming appeared before them, a genuine smile on his face.
"Thank you, Ah Ming."
Raiden Makoto and Rukkhadevata gave Lu Jingming a sincere embrace, for he was the one who had given them this new life. Lu Jingming gently stroked their soft hair, feeling the aura of life radiating from them, now one with the entire God Star.
He had succeeded. Not only had he created a God Star with infinite potential, but he had also allowed Raiden Makoto and Rukkhadevata to obtain a final rebirth in a near-immortal fashion. From now on, as long as this God Star was not completely destroyed, they, as its spirits, would never perish.
And in this world, an entity capable of destroying a constantly evolving and growing God Star... perhaps had not yet been born.
With every breath, the God Star exhaled the endless imaginary energy of the universe, and with every heartbeat, it announced the arrival of a brand-new era to the cosmos.
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