Create a world of low martial arts from ancient times

The sky was dark and the earth was pitch black, the ground collapsed and the mountains collapsed, and tsunamis and storms swept across the entire new earth.

Humanity's highly developed technological civilization is vulnerable to a single blow. When the steel jungle on the earth, as tall as a mountain, is hit by a storm, it is like a rice field blown by a strong wind, with the rice straw either falling down, lying down, or being uprooted.

All kinds of destructive weapons of human technological civilization have become scrap metal in this apocalyptic disaster.

What about living beings?
There is only death and no life, and all are dead or injured.

They are as fragile as rag dolls, or even more like clay pottery. They will break when the wind blows, rot when the rain blows, crumble when burned, melt when buried in the ground, and break when cut by metal.

People are dying, dying in large numbers. Every second, at least 100 million people turn into ashes, which are blown away by the wind into the sky, scattered in the atmosphere, and together with the dust of the earth, they cover the earth, making it difficult for the sun to shine on the entire world.

At this time, they could finally see the culprit who killed them and turned their bones into ashes.

It was an indescribable existence, lurking on the surface of the earth like an octopus, covering half of the earth. Its body even penetrated deep into the earth, deeply embedded in it, stirring up the sky-high, boiling, scarlet magma.

It was as if He was sucking the essence of the earth's core, and He did not let go of the mantle or any material on the surface, wanting to devour the earth completely.

The creatures that have turned into dust and are flying in the atmosphere can only sigh with the wind. They cannot suffer physical and mental horrific deformations because of witnessing this indescribable demon, so they are actually lucky.

But the surviving creatures on earth are not so lucky. Although they cannot see the body of the indescribable demon, they can hear His whispers. The voice is more divine than that of the devil, as if an airplane passed through their brains, or as if thousands of flies were buzzing in their brains.

It is indescribable and difficult to overestimate. Some creatures had their brains shattered on the spot and turned into rotten tofu on the ground. Some creatures vomited maggots from their mouths, had tentacles in their eyes, horns in their ears, and pus-filled bodies. All kinds of horrible and strange deformations occurred to the survivors all over the earth. There was no way to avoid it and no one could escape it.

Death is sometimes a blessing.

At the same time, as the indescribable demon on Earth was stirring and churning, his roars and whispers extended along the spiritual dimension and the astral dimension, spreading to the material dimension of the entire universe.

He is calling, calling for the part that once belonged to him, calling for the power that belongs to him.

He wants to take back his original rationality and all his spirituality.

The Old Ones and True Gods wandering in the astral plane, the spiritual world, and the material dimension of the universe heard His call, and as if possessed, they tried their best to project themselves towards the Earth where He was, like moths to a flame.

This is also a kind of return, from division to unity, from dissolution to integration, countless madness and order are about to converge on the earth, and more terrifying forces will be projected onto this planet that is somewhat unremarkable in the universe.

Oh oh oh!
At this moment, God, the ruler of the star world, awakened.

At the same time, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, the ruler of the spiritual world, and the Fallen Mother Goddess, the ruler of the material reality dimension, also woke up.

With soft singing, they drove away a large number of the Old Ones and true gods, splitting the source and uniqueness in them. That was the authority of the Old Ones and the source of power of the true gods, but it was easily torn off by the pillars.

Then they "hold" these sources and uniqueness and cast them onto the Earth to meet the great, unique, original and greatest Creator.

They are He and He is not They, but They need each other.

Only when everything is integrated and restored to order will He return, and the original Creator will reappear in the world.

But the three pillars gave birth to selfishness, or "human nature."

They also want to own themselves, not to be Him.

So they are about to choose to betray, but the premise of betrayal is to return.

So they will return, bringing with them the essence and uniqueness that were plundered from the Old Ones and the True Gods.

For His return is inevitable; it is His will, and His pillars cannot be shifted or twisted. Greatness is descending, traversing from the most distant past, from the very beginning of chaos, to arrive before this final end.

The whispers of the Prime Creator continue. This is not Him roaring, but the entire universe cheering for His awakening and imminent return.

They are all longing for and looking forward to His return!
The three pillars eventually arrived on New Earth and witnessed this indescribably great being.

At the same time, they also revealed their existence.

God is the ruler of the astral realm. He represents the will of all gods and creatures, so he is an abstract, invisible aggregate of light formed by the brilliance of countless stars in the astral realm.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is the ruler of the spiritual world. All spirits and all spiritual creatures are under his control, so he is an indescribable and inexpressible gray fog.

The Fallen Mother Goddess is the ruler of the material dimension of reality. She is a combination of the characteristics of all matter, and cannot be explained in words. Ordinary creatures will be distorted on the spot and turned into a pool of flesh and blood if they take a look at her.

Together they approached the Earth, merging into its astral, spiritual, and physical dimensions, and offered their worship, offerings, and themselves to the ineffable Creator.

At the same time, the power of the Creator seemed to be infinite, expanding to the entire universe, and recaptured the Old Ones that had evaded the Three Pillars.

The Super Star Overlord, the High-Dimensional Overlooker, the Son of Chaos, and the Mother Tree of Desire were captured one by one, then torn apart, the source matter was torn apart, and the uniqueness was all captured and gathered in the new earth.

“Creator!!”

With a roar, the decadent king who had already developed self-awareness muttered endlessly, trying to struggle and break free from the control and tearing of the original creator.

Unfortunately, things went against one's wishes. In this universe, any existence, any substance, and any rule are dominated and controlled by the Creator. Even those as powerful as before can only be plucked by Him.

And just as they roared, the three pillars that had already merged into the body of the Prime Creator also launched their own rebellion.

However, they did not rebel directly, but allowed the Creator to split on its own, just like when the universe was first created.

But just as their plan was being implemented, a clear bell suddenly rang out from the indescribable body of the Prime Creator.

Dang Dang Dang.

"what?"

The three pillars of nascent humanity raised questions.

They didn't understand where the sudden bell sound came from.

But before they could think more deeply.

A purple light rose from the body of the Prime Creator, but it disappeared in a flash, taking away the bell sound as well.

Woo woo woo.

The universe was then filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves.

It reminds the three pillars of their birth.

The original Creator shattered and split here. (End of Chapter)