Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

After all, it was just a casual chat.

Inzaen Nibia sighed using telepathy.

"...My Lord, you may not have an accurate understanding of your power."

"First of all, I think it's too difficult for you to create a family that can drive the laws of life."

"Looking back till now, my Lord, have you ever seen any race other than the Dragon Spirit race that can exert the power of the world's laws?"

"Even the strongest God-created race, the Flügel, what they inherited is nothing more than the innate fighting talent of the God of War's war characteristics."

"I think your basic idea of ​​wanting an inferior race to directly inherit this power is wrong from the beginning."

Vitan nodded thoughtfully, then extended his hand to signal Inzaen Nibia to continue.

Seeing that his opinions were indeed listened to by his master, Inzaen Nibia felt a little more confident.

"The same is true for directly eliminating other forces."

"I think this is because you haven't yet fully mastered the power of the life essence. But if it were just a lower-level branch of the life force, I think you could do it easily."

All we can say is that a bystander sees more clearly.

It is actually very easy to understand what Inzaen Nibia said, but Vitan never thought about it in that direction.

"Thank you very much, Nibia, you've been a great help."

It's nothing more than refining the branches and weakening them to a level that his family can bear.

As for the problem of growth, it can be completely compensated.

When he takes over this world, perfects the essence of his life, and completely sublimates it into the ultimate omnipotence of life.

He can then strengthen his own race again.

"It is my honor to provide you with useful advice."

Inzaen Nibia also showed a look of joy, and then stopped talking in order not to disturb Vitan's thoughts.

With a gentle wave of the hand, it seemed as if a stream of air rolled up out of thin air.

The magic circle on the ground was instantly carved into shape and had been floating in the air. The divine essence and blood containing great power and mystery was also split into two by Vitan and placed back on the magic circle.

The originally dim space immediately became bright.

The existence of power.

The branching and differentiation of life.

Just like a system tree, explore carefully downwards.

——I feel it!

Hundreds and thousands, life must leap!

In this world, another division between superior and inferior species is the distinction between "life" and "organisms".

The first six are life, and the rest are all living things.

In other words, among all the God-created races, only the Flügel race crossed the level.

And now, his creations have reached such a level.

Chapter 4 k Creation, Spiritual Seed

No matter in which world, life and organisms are two completely incomparable existences.

Biology is very simple.

No matter how powerful and technologically advanced this race is, or how they can extend their lifespan, they are ultimately subject to the law of lifespan limits and cannot escape the iron rule of birth, aging, sickness and death.

Even the Ex-Machinas that are made entirely of machines have a certain age limit, and must rely on the manufacture of new machines and carriers to continue to exist.

——This is a living thing.

Life is the upper level existence based on living things.

He can be a group or an individual, but they exist independently of each other and have no lifespan limit.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, they will live as long as heaven and earth.

——This is life.

What he created must not be a low-level species like living things.

The handsome brown-haired young man opened his arms, and an illusory but vibrant force, accompanied by the dignity of the divine species, burst out from all directions.

The surrounding space had become heavy without anyone noticing.

Inzaen Nibia also fully concentrated his mind and stared at Vitan intently.

After all, being able to watch the creation process of a divine being up close is not always possible.

Time passed like this for a long, long time!

The brown-haired young man suddenly opened his dark and deep eyes, staring at the magic circle in the sky that was gradually becoming more and more complicated. When the runes climbed to the peak and the momentum reached its climax, Vitan was also chanting softly with obscure prophecies.

"You are my family, my sons, my most loyal servants, born in the midst of illusion."

"The cracks in the void are your home, your place of refuge."

"You will be with me forever, and you will control the truth of life under my care. No one can violate this truth."

"Heirs of life, spirits of all things, I will grant you the name of 'Spiritual Spirits'."

"In order to hold up the throne that rules the world, I command you in the name of the God of Life to come here immediately."

Thus the spirit spoke his command.

This is how the world expresses compliance.

It is such a simple phenomenon.

In the sky, the light golden magic circle quickly expanded to completely cover the entire void gap. In less than a few seconds, heavy rain began to fall from inside the magic circle.

The raindrops are blue and clear.

It was as if it was nourishing this barren world and bringing the first change to this newborn world with nothing in it.

They flow freely.

Gradually, in this slowly flowing pure river, a being broke away from the 'womb' and stood up.

One, two, three, four... piece by piece, countless.

They initially had amorphous postures that were characteristic of energy bodies, and each group radiated brilliant light.

But this appearance did not last long. Under the interference of Vitan's new spiritual power, they began to change towards the appearance that Vitan hoped for.

Transformed into a standard humanoid body.

Just like the Skywing species, they all have a uniform female appearance, and are only about one meter tall, with delicate faces but each has its own unique features. On their backs are four uniform transparent wings that are as thin as cicada wings.

——This is Vitan’s creation, the spirit race!

Holding the power of life, you can transform any energy into life energy in the blink of an eye.

It is a life of real value.

It is a life form that is in no way inferior to the Skywing species, and is even one level above them.

Now, they have come to this world under the intervention of their creator, Vitan.

Feeling the children's pious, pure, and unadulterated attachment and reverence, Vitan smiled.

"Welcome, my children."

Inzaen Nibia followed his master, silently gazing at the scene ahead that could definitely be called "grand".

At the end of this war, the last intelligent race in the world was finally born.

Created by the God of Life, they live in the cracks of the void, are not limited by their lifespan, travel between illusion and reality, and are masters of manipulating the power of life.

——Superior species·Spiritual spirit!

……

The race is indeed new, but any new birth represents a blank slate.

It is especially natural for them to be recognized as a lower species, because all their knowledge comes from the teachings of their elders.

However, this situation does not exist in the upper species.

They can acquire their own species' knowledge of the world, their own race's tactics, the mobilization of their own power, and even the truth of the world from their own blood and genes the moment they are born.

As the creator of the elves, Vitan would naturally be responsible for completing the knowledge in this area.

The world is changing.

With the birth of the elves, this world, which was supposed to be empty, is gradually becoming suitable for living.

Dense forest!

The mountains are rolling!

Flowing river!

Wild flowers!

There are also simple but lovely natural houses standing in the forest.

A city full of birdsong and flowers, and lively spirits!

They scattered in all directions, leaping for joy.

They laughed and played with each other, without any conflicts or fights. The whole scene seemed unusually harmonious. They didn't even have any urgent questions about their creator, because all the knowledge had been engraved in their genes.

The result of this comforting and beautiful scene is that this space has completely become a paradise on earth.

It is also because of the happy mood of these elves that a faint golden mist lingers in the forest.

“Very healthy…”

Vitan sat on the throne in the center, looking at the elves distributed in an orderly manner below with a little fascination.

This was the first race he had created from the ground up.

He created this race with his own hands and his own strength.

In the small garden, every creator god will have such an experience. Even the old pervert Indra created the small garden noble Moon Rabbit.

And now he is looking forward to it.

I look forward to seeing what kind of waves my children can create in the sacred world of Shura gods and Buddhas, the Little Garden.

"Are you not prepared to interfere with the racial civilization you created?"

Inzaan Nibia asked.

Vitan shook his head.

"No, of course not. In that case, they would just be my puppets. As their creator, I would only give them the knowledge they deserve."

"They have their own independent thinking. How they should exist and how they should form their own social rules should all be determined by their own will."

"Not with my intervention."

"They are lucky to have a creator like you."

Inzaen Nibia was silent for a moment, then spoke softly.

In fact, it is common sense to interfere with one's own race. Otherwise, even if the Flügel race is good at fighting, there will be peace-loving beings, not just war-loving lunatics like they are now.

For example, although the goblins are good at forging, there will be children who don't like forging in such a large tribe, instead of the current situation where the whole tribe has only one goal of forging.

But Vitan has obviously given up this idea now.

Let them be like the wild flowers of nature, although unrestrained and disorderly, they will grow more beautifully than domesticated flowers.

Without further words, Vitan stretched out his fingers and gently fiddled with the void.

Then he supported his left cheek with one hand and waited quietly.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

After a long time, a vibrating humming sound was heard in the air.