"Ah? A God of Creation?" Zhi Ji murmured. "My husband is right. If such a being truly existed, perhaps that really would be the proper name."
After all, the title God of Creation appeared frequently in the native myths of many ancient, barbaric, uncivilized planetary civilizations.
Yet the more advanced and enlightened a civilization became, the less it believed in tales of supernatural beings and spirits.
So-called gods were, in the eyes of high-dimensional civilizations, merely powerful lifeforms.
And in the eyes of certain tenth-rank technological civilizations that thoroughly rejected the existence of gods, so-called tenth-rank saints were merely super-soldier lifeforms created by pooling the resources of their entire civilization, star systems, and river systems.
They represented the ultimate crystallization of their technological civilization.
They could come into contact with the rules of the universe, manipulate antimatter, distort laws, and become part of the universe's rules—technological Celestial Weapons.
They did not believe in gods, so naturally, they did not believe in a God of Creation either.
"A God of Creation..."
Zhi Ji scratched her head. With no outsiders around, she could not be bothered to maintain any image. She ate fruit with one leg crossed over the other, swinging it back and forth, looking rather adorably foolish. "Now I'm a little lost too. After all, this incomplete Seaweed Universe really did give rise to its own vaguely perceived Heavenly Dao Will."
"Zhi Ji, let's suppose it exists. What would it be like?" Xu Zhi asked as he handed her another cup of tea. He patiently guided her, getting her to accept the worldview of a God of Creation. After all, as Emperor Lord, he belonged to the Super Ancient God Lineage. Since she had married him, she naturally had to follow his customs.
"If it existed..."
Following Xu Zhi's line