Nora Calendar, year 3745.
Outside the Pan-dimensional world.
In a remote, savage little world.
Tens of thousands of primitive tribesmen were worshiping a giant tree that stood a thousand zhang tall. Beneath the tree, they sang and danced, slaughtering cattle and sheep as offerings to the giant tree.
The giant tree swayed, sacred and extraordinary.
A thought awakened within the giant tree.
"Am I dead?"
"This Chaos Emperor really does have some tricks."
As the saying went, a crafty rabbit had three burrows.
An old antique like the Golden Will liked to create avatars when it had nothing better to do. It collected saplings of rare trees, stimulated their growth with the power of a divine tree, then branded them with the Golden Will's mark.
Thus, it had created 666 divine-tree avatars across the multiverse.
Most of them grew in hidden primeval forests, savage tribes, or underground worlds. They were mostly totemic faiths of lesser civilizations, enjoying worship.
By casting such a wide net, it ensured its survival rate.
Once I die, an avatar will awaken its consciousness, use the divine tree's power to share my memories, then bide its time and wait for the chance to return.
That was why killing such an existence was very difficult.
"Hmph. I have a long lifespan. The Nora Civilization may not even live longer than me. Just wait and see. If ten thousand years is not enough, then a hundred thousand years, a million years...
Nora will pay the price for this!"
After making its vow, it went back to sleep.
Until the cries of those tribesmen awakened it.
High in the sky, a pure-white vortex stirred the winds and clouds of an entire world.
"A miracle!"
"This is a miracle!"
Countless people cried out in alarm and prostrated themselves in worship.