The words "God of Creation" fell, and heaven and earth seemed to quake in an instant!
Everyone was stunned.
The God of Creation symbolized the ultimate deity that created the universe.
He represented the universe itself, the order of the Heavenly Dao. At first, these towering peak existences could hardly believe it.
The stronger they were, the less they believed in the existence of gods.
For the higher they stood, the more they understood that the universe had no self-will. Nature was merely nature. Could nature possess its own consciousness?
That was simply impossible!
Yet now, after Tu Xin's deduction, the Eleventh-Order realm was humanity's limit. Twelfth-Order was the final realm that living beings could neither reach nor choose to reach—the God of Creation.
Zhi Zhu's heart shook violently, churning like stormy seas. "Could it be that in the ancient prehistoric universe, there was once a terrifying Eleventh-Order overlord who attained the final Twelfth-Order realm, then fell and died, losing his self-awareness?"
He looked into the distance. "If his will vanished and he no longer had a self, then it makes sense that the God of Creation could not be perceived."
Boom! Within the whirlpool that was being completed, the phantom of an ancient existence fully took shape.
"But a prehistoric universe overlord! Someone Harmonized with the Dao—such a suicidal madman... but how could anyone possibly choose to kill themselves?" The more Zhi Zhu thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed.
The seat of the Cosmic Great Dao represented eternity once one reached its summit!
The final realm countless people dreamed of! The Final Gate that Tu Xin, the Zerg Mother Empress, and countless others were fighting over—yet someone had abandoned such a seat? Yes... Zhi Zhu suddenly recalled his loneliest days, in the most ancient era.
Everyone had