Transcendent Dawn

Laplace Continent.

This is a continent with a round sky and a length and width of more than a thousand kilometers.

In its center, there is a huge mountain, which was named Kermonde by Sulu, and his residence and research institute are located here.

Inside the laboratory made of metal casting, full of sci-fi feeling.

Sulu was lying on the easy chair, and in front of him were scenes on the continent of Laplace: When the first life, Montage, appeared, from the soup of life, one after another, mythical lives emerged one after another. The flying 'Avet', the 'Flem' who manipulates the flames, and other strange creatures, but unfortunately...they are all single creatures and have not formed a group. And their strength is equivalent to the sixth level at birth Myth-level professionals are already very good...

The sixth-order myth is the limit of racial potential.

In the future, to become a god, one does not rely on blood, but one's own comprehension, or the favor of the [Creator], bestowing domain and authority.

Laplace, Propgate, and Atmusfil are exceptions...

Sulu has discovered the limit of himself as the Creator (pseudo).

Because his rank is only 9, he can split the authority at most and create an eighth-rank true god.

And no matter what, there is no way to directly create another ninth-order dominator-level god!

Similarly, the real [Creator] may be able to directly create a ninth-level master, but he will never be able to create another [Creator]... and once a tenth-level existence is cultivated in his own world, it represents a certain existence. A breakthrough?

So, my goal now is to cultivate a ninth-level master god in my own world first?

Speaking of... I don't even know the potential of my creations...

The Creator couldn't afford the price of promoting all the gods, so he could only let them realize the breakthrough by themselves.

Of course, promoting a few demigods still has that ability.

Sulu's eyes fell, and he saw the first 'eldest son', Monty.

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puff!

Monty is using his thick tentacles,

It entangled a murloc with three heads.

Its large number of suckers are piercing into the opponent's body, releasing violent toxins.

Although they are all brothers and sisters who came out of the Soup of Life, they seem to have inherited a trace of the chaos factor of the devil. They are extremely aggressive and like to hunt and devour each other.

I...Montic...the strongest...

After the three-headed murloc gave up struggling, all Montage's tentacles squirmed together, and let out a roar of soul fluctuations in the sky.

Yeah... yah...

In the sky, a pterosaur-like creature covered with black feathers passed by, making a disapproving sound.

It is the flyer 'Avet', its head is closely watching Montic's every move, trying to take away its prey.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

This world is full of barbaric and ignorant primitive laws.

Just when the war was about to break out.

A voice came into the minds of Avit and Montic.

Come to... the central... holy mountain!

This is a unique language. Maybe they don't have the concept of 'language', only simple soul fluctuations, but it doesn't hinder the understanding of the meaning.

And in this voice, there is a unique power, which made all the ancient rulers stop fighting and eating at hand.

The strong desire made them scramble to fly or climb to the source of the sound - that huge mountain standing in the middle of the Laplace continent!

The flyer 'Avit' arrived first.

It saw the metal temple, and before the temple, a humanoid 'ugly' creature.

The other party has no convenient wings, no bright feathers, and its body is very small.

But the next moment, the creature just glanced at it, and the huge coercion descended, making Avitt crawl on the ground and wait quietly.

Sulu sat cross-legged on the marble and waited for seven days and nights.

Of course, this world does not have the concept of day and night at this time, but it has its own calculation method.

Immediately, he looked around and sighed.

At his feet, a circle of monsters has crawled:

A pterosaur covered with black feathers, an octopus with arms and legs, wriggling flesh, evil eyes with black hair all over, and a burning flame...

'How do you look at it...it's a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates...'

'Their life templates are not perfect enough, they may collapse at any time, and they don't know what their potential is... At this time, if I reincarnate my petitioner or even Ms. Guanghui, it will not help them, but harm them... '

'Perhaps... I should intervene, such as designing a few human templates? '

Sulu covered his forehead and sighed secretly.

Immediately, He glanced around majestically, and said slowly: I am the original creator!

Needless to say.

Just one sentence has directly conveyed the concepts of 'language', 'creator', etc. into every soul that listens to life.

This original language also has its own sacred attributes, and has become the first and oldest language of God!

Today, I summon you to come, give you wisdom, and preach for you!

The so-called 'Tao'! Naturally, it is a cultivation system.

These creatures are blessed by nature, and they are born at the level of mythology. Sulu wants to see if they can become gods after they learn to practice.

The path to transcendence lies first in enlightenment...

Sulu didn't care about anything else, and started talking on his own.

Many ignorant creatures have just opened up their spiritual intelligence, and they can't understand what they hear, and they don't know the passage of time.

Go and practice by yourself, and come up to listen to the lecture when the holy mountain shines...

After a hundred years passed, Sulu waved his hand and sent all creatures down Kermond Mountain.

The huge light immediately blocked the mountain, and no creature could continue to climb.

Follow... your will, the original... Creator!

The ancient rulers made intermittent voices, glanced at each other, and chose different directions to leave.

They dare not kill under the holy mountain, which is undoubtedly a blasphemy against the Creator.

At this time, the Creator was scratching his forehead helplessly: A group of mentally retarded, idiots... It turns out that the idiots have opened up their wisdom, and they are still a group of idiots!

He has patiently taught for more than a hundred years, and I feel that these guys are still like beasts, not much has changed, especially on the path of transcendence!

Sulu was almost moved to tears by their ignorance.

Perhaps... I should change the method?

He touched his chin, thinking: Of course... At the same time, we must make second-hand preparations...

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'The ancient rulers appeared, obeyed the call of the original creator, and came to the sacred mountain of Kemonde, and were bestowed with wisdom by the creator-the second part of the ancient Sulu myth. '