The miraculous creation that ran through the universe, the Origin Ancient Tree, began radiating faint beams of light. It was like a neon tree in the darkness, shining in every color, its dazzling brilliance resembling a cosmic aurora.
This was the first day.
In the primordial ancient era, the God of Light had used Keterasiyer—the giant tree that formed the universe—to kindle a torch, illuminating the chaos and separating day from darkness.
"Praise the Lord!"
"Praise God!"
The people and all living beings of world after world cried out, weeping uncontrollably.
If one had never seen darkness, one would never be grateful for light.
Now, tens of millions of years had passed. The humans of the Dark Age had forgotten most of the records from before the ultra-ancient history, and they did not even remember that light had once been the greatest evil of old.
The entire universe had endured a terrifying age of torment and despair. Generation after generation, they had even lost the very concept of light from their eyes.
The emotion brought to them by the God of Light at that moment could be imagined!
"What a ridiculous era. That fellow clearly wants the living beings of this age to help continue building the final Heavenly Dao project and complete this tree. It'll probably be another age of laborers, with living beings dropping dead from exhaustion everywhere." At that thought, Elise clenched the spider silk in her hand. A feverish look spread across her face as she stared intently at the hazy phantom in the heavens.
"And after this battle, what have we changed?"
That cold man flashed through her mind. That powerful creator-father's aloof and arrogant expression—only a father who could not be resisted was worth killing in her eyes.
"As expected of the father from