Glazed Divine Eye, God Time

Meanwhile.

Under the combined efforts of over seven thousand gods.

A new brain for the Human Race had indeed appeared.

After overcoming various challenges, they established the "Human Race Forbidden Book Catalog" and began creating the skeletal structure, skin, bloodlines, and hair color to match the human brain, continuously refining and integrating them.

Soon, the common folk on the ground discovered a racial structure countless times smaller than the ancient Elven trees—a Human Castle, responsible for breeding humans.

From Li Qing's perspective, it was the size of a doghouse.

This was an alternative Tower of Babel, seven towers of varying heights standing tall, forming a fairy-tale castle.

It stood in a lush forest, hidden among flowers, robust and square, towering majestically.

It was constructed with bones and pure white enamel as building materials, then adorned on the outside with pull-tabs as glittering carved decorations, and windows cut from plastic water bottles.

It was an artistic masterpiece, aesthetically perfect and infused with immense effort.

You could doubt their crafting prowess, but never their aesthetic sense in creation.

Inside the Tower of Babel, humans were nurtured one by one.

These humans also had no gender, and in fact, all living beings on the earth had no gender to this day, because the gendered reproductive model was considered highly inefficient by the gods.

A few days passed.

Humans began to multiply on the ground, surviving in the age of barbarism, historically known as: The Primitive Year of the Human Race.

"Praise Herodotus!"

"Praise the God of Life!"

The barbarians on the ground were very ambitious and worshipped the Elven gods in the sky, building temples for them and yearning for their incredible power.

The gods in the sky watched all of this.

"Your Majesty Herodotus, humans are truly an interesting species."

Minis suddenly laughed, "Elves, and even the other life forms we created, merely build our temples and worship us occasionally, but they are nothing like humans. Humans worship and offer sacrifices daily; even when they are starving, they prioritize worshipping the gods and praying for our protection."

"Humans are the most devout race," one god remarked.

"No, that's not quite right."

The God King Herodotus suddenly smiled, "Our other creations use Elven brains; they have no desires and lean towards peace, so they respect us but don't worship us fervently."

"Then humans are..." a god asked, confused.

Herodotus looked down at the entire land and smiled, "Yes, they are greedy and ambitious, but currently lack the corresponding power, so they like to build temples. They aren't worshipping gods in temples; they are worshipping their own desires."

"They are like the Atabians of the past, who disappeared into history."

Time passed.

Humans gradually took root on the ground.

Meanwhile, Minis, the failed Old Emperor, began to feel fear towards the humans they had created.

Humans were different from Elves.

They realized completely that humans were ambitious, possessed sound brains, and had immense intelligence and creativity. Minis saw the shadow of the former Atabians in humans.

Perhaps in time, these seemingly most diligent worshippers of the gods would instead attempt to rebel against the gods in the heavens!

He could no longer hold back and said to Herodotus, "Humans should not exist in this world! We must destroy them!"

"Is this like before, when you wanted to destroy a pantheon, over two thousand gods?"

Herodotus stood on a tree, overlooking the land, and said calmly, "Fear instills reverence in your heart."

"You should know that for us gods, losing one means losing one forever. Creating life with intelligence like ours, life with greed and wildness, is like a continuous surge of fresh water; only then can civilization reach its end!"

The Old Emperor Minis said angrily, "Herodotus, you will regret this!"

"No, you should know something else."

Herodotus suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Greedy people will not destroy us; rather, they are the hope for us gods to live into the future!"

Swish!

His pupils spun, and suddenly they bloomed with glazed colors.

Herodotus's eyeballs were like diamonds, with over a dozen facets, possessing dazzling glazed light.

With these eyes opened, Herodotus's entire body seemed to accelerate tenfold, moving like a blur as he suddenly patted Minis on the shoulder.

"What is this??" For the first time, Minis felt a pressure from this mysterious man comparable to the level of pressure from the Atabians back then, a fear of never being able to catch up.

"It's a technique obtained from those Compound-eyed Flying Beasts; it has finally succeeded," Herodotus said.

This was the absorption of the compound eye structure and neural reflexes of a fly.

One must know that a fly's reaction speed is more than ten times that of a human. In their eyes, humans were like slow-motion giants, making it difficult for humans to swat flies.

And now, Herodotus?

His brain's reaction speed was tenfold, and his movements were also tenfold.

This means that for every second that passes for others, ten seconds have passed in his eyes.

All martial arts under heaven are invincible if they are fast enough, and that is precisely why.

Perhaps the first development of biotechnology civilization should be to adjust and optimize neural reflex speed, allowing the entire biological civilization to enter a "high time flow rate"!

Half a day later.

Minis also felt the tenfold speed world.

But he was surprised to find his consciousness was aging.

Previously, they thought they had built a brain and their consciousness was immortal, but they never expected that under accelerated conditions, he would feel aging again.

"Yes, we will still die. In this tenfold speed situation, one can feel it very clearly."

Herodotus said, "We built a house for our consciousness, shielding it from wind and dust, but the consciousness inside the house still continues to age. Consciousness is not immortal."

"Unless the body we build can generate soul abilities, allowing our consciousness to be replenished, can we truly live forever! The quest for immortality is more difficult than we imagined!"

"So that's how it is."

Minis said, "Our consciousness as gods also ages and dies. You want to cultivate the Human Race, a large force of living beings, to research technology for us to survive, becoming experimental subjects."

"Not only that, but I will also replace the entire world with this Divine Eye, entering the tenfold speed world,"

Herodotus said calmly, "Let the people on the ground deduce the future for us! I will even have some gods accidentally killed, picked up by the people on the ground, and gain divine authority!"

"But..."

Minis was a little flustered, "It's good for them to help us research technology, but this is also giving them the knife to kill us, the possibility of overthrowing us!"

Herodotus sat on the divine throne and said coldly, "What prevents immortality is not greed and desire, but your fear of death!"

"If the humans on the ground want to overthrow me, then come!"

His eyes bloomed with glazed colors, reflecting the sunlight from the sky, exuding an oppressive majesty as he looked down upon the mountains, rivers, forests, and tribes beneath the World Tree.

Fearing death and enemies, and focusing their hearts on such ridiculous matters, instead of pursuing the vastness of heaven and earth, fighting for life against the world, and seeing farther landscapes, that is true foolishness!!

Minis looked at the man on the throne with a complex expression. He felt like a great mountain pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe. Finally, he knelt on one knee, submitting.

He thought that after Atabia's death, his fear would disappear.

But now, that unattainable power appeared before him once again.

Herodotus, Atabia, and these two most powerful men lived in the same era. It was both fortunate and unfortunate.

"Praise the great King of the World Tree, God of Gods! His Majesty Herodotus!"

At this moment, he completely surrendered.

A new era began.

Herodotus, leading the gods, worked together to build the God of Elves.

With his great vision and strategy, he did not allow any wise person to be wasted without reason. He maximized the use of every bit of wisdom, perfected the Divine Technique system, and prepared to simplify the casting process of the Divine Technique system, setting it as a fixed pattern in the genes and handing it over to the Elven Race.

He wanted the Elven Race to possess the ability to quickly cast Divine Techniques naturally!

Divine Techniques were finally born!

"Vine Wrap!"

"Wood Shield!"

The elves entered a new realm, and the entire land would remember it.

That man seemed to be leading civilization towards longevity and immortality!

Even some ambitious gods dared not act rashly, falling silent and following him to explore the unknown path ahead, to pluck the flowers of truth, discarding all internal strife and scheming, pure and devoted to the Dao.

The gods felt as if they had returned to the most peaceful ancient era, pursuing what they loved together and enjoying long-lost tranquility.

And at the same time.

"Ah!"

"Why are we so weak."

The weak Human Race, attacked by beasts on the ground, lived a very difficult life.

"Poor children."

A handsome elf man walked along the river.

Herodotus, clad in a wide white divine robe, holding a scepter, wearing a crown, his eyes shimmering with glazed colors, said gently, "You have suffered."

The Human Race chieftain looked up in terror, "Are you... a god from the tree?"

The other party's steps were incredibly fast.

He was like a life from another dimension, brilliant like an illusion.

As if separated by a layer of air, he emanated a divine radiance.

Herodotus simply smiled, "Poor children, I have brought you the fire to resist beasts. I will bestow upon you the eyes of a god, allowing you to enter the kingdom of gods."

"Continue to worship us, build more temples for us, and when we see your piety, we will grant you more."

Soon, the humans on the ground became ten times faster, and the entire world slowed down.

"Praise the Almighty God, His Majesty Herodotus!"

The humans shouted fanatically. In an instant, their speed increased tenfold, like a dimensional strike, making them the apex predators of the food chain.

And then a few more days passed.

Herodotus even colluded with Minis, secretly killing ten gods and handing over their Godheads to them!

This granted ten tribal Human Kings the power to create life, an event recorded in history as the Ten Saints!

Unlike the peace-loving Elves, the humans...

They began to hunt the living creatures of the earth with frenzy, purging the slow-moving beings from the land.

The gods, meanwhile, deliberately turned a blind eye.

They merely allowed the Elves to live in the trees and ignored the humans on the ground as long as they didn't cross the boundary and attempt to ascend to the Divine Tree's sky.

"Ah!"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Countless lives on the ground cried out in agony.

And the gods in the sky watched coldly as the humans rose to power.

"In this era, the gods created humanity, and the Human Race rose to prominence," Herodotus said slowly, seated on the throne of the gods. "They live, age, and die at an accelerated pace, deducing the future of civilization for us gods in the high heavens."

The other gods looked at this man with increasing obedience, bowing their heads in submission.

He possessed absolute strength and absolute authority. He was a legendary figure known as "Imperial Hero Herodotus" since the era of the Great Flood, capable of leading the gods down the correct path and ensuring their survival!

Basking in the glow of the sunrise, the God King, with eyes like molten glass, saw a flicker of fanaticism ignite within the gods' gazes.

On the ground.

The Human Race was rising, purging the beasts of the land.

Looking at these terrifying new humans, Ilis felt a surge of dread:

"Damn it! Damn it! The gods in the sky intend to use humans to initiate a great extinction of civilization! To purge all low-speed life forms! Then, they will create high-speed beasts, ushering the entire world into an era of terrifying acceleration!"

A horrifying scheme.

The gods in the sky were orchestrating the fate of the entire world.

Ilis felt the chilling grip of death all over its body.

"I can't just wait like this." It immediately and stealthily attacked a lone human, stealing its genetic structure and forcibly accelerating itself into the high ten-times speed.

Even though it understood the gods' malice...

Ten-times speed meant ten-times accelerated death, but it had no other choice.

"If what the Outer Gods said is true, I can't even protect the humans on the ground. If they discover me, I'll surely die." Facing this great purge, it finally made up its mind to seek refuge with the Outer Gods in the distant void.

It began to pray:

"The gods in the heavens are exceedingly cruel. Please, Ancient Gods, grant me the power to resist them!"