Primal Universe Will

Under the guidance of Qi Tian, the Gold Soul Clan gradually occupied other human tribes on the planet, first establishing city-states and then slowly developing into nations.

Relying on the fragments of knowledge from his nine-year compulsory education, Qi Tian could not truly ignite a technological tree, but he managed to establish a decent civilization.

Over the course of several decades, the name of "Buddha Lord" Qi Tian spread across the planet, and through the procreation of two or three generations, the number of Gold Soul Clan members on the planet reached tens of thousands.

Within the Gold Soul Clan Sacred Land—the very tribe originally established by Qi Tian—a massive city had now been built.

At the center of the city stood a magnificent, golden palace, housing the highest faith of this planet.

"Buddha Lord"—Qi Tian.

Inside the palace, atop a vast plaza paved with giant stone slabs, stood a hundred-meter-high altar.

The altar was square, standing perfectly in the center of the palace. Beneath it were four Ascension Stairs leading upward from the base, divided into the four cardinal directions.

Upon the altar sat the giant stone figure that Qi Tian had transformed into. Under the power of faith, the stone was no longer a vague silhouette but had completely taken the form of Qi Tian's original human body.

The statue was in a cross-legged meditative pose, with a lotus throne beneath it. Sanskrit sounds that reached straight into the soul drifted in and out of the statue, spreading from strong to weak across the entire planet.

Not far from the stone statue of Qi Tian, three figures accompanied him, also sitting in meditation, carefully sensing the soul-stirring Sanskrit sounds.

These three were Jin Shi, Iron Hand, and Mulberry Leaf, the first to receive the golden liquid bestowed by Qi Tian for their transformation.

At this moment, their eyes were tightly closed, and while comprehending the soul-stirring Sanskrit, their own consciousnesses also emitted similar Sanskrit fluctuations.

If the Sanskrit sounds on their bodies were merely "sound fluctuations" imitated from Qi Tian to spread to others, then the Sanskrit emitted by Qi Tian's stone statue drifted out unconsciously and inadvertently from the level of the soul, without even causing the slightest discomfort of soul intrusion.

At the very least, the humans on this planet felt no aversion to these ethereal soul-stirring Sanskrit sounds; even those tribes that had been forcibly conquered by the Gold Soul Clan's powerhouses in the early days felt not a shred of hatred toward the "Buddha Lord" of the Gold Soul Clan.

At this moment, Qi Tian's consciousness was concentrated within his sea of consciousness. After decades of manipulating the development of civilization, he had gained the faith of all the humans on the planet.

Thanks to this, the filling speed of the Sanskrit Phantom in his sea of consciousness had accelerated dozens of times, and his consciousness strength could now cover the entire planet, and even exceed it by quite a bit.

Now, in Qi Tian's sea of consciousness, a faint golden mist permeated the entire space. The Lotus Throne Buddha Statue remained unchanged, floating quietly and exuding an aura of ancient vicissitudes.

Qi Tian's consciousness was now entirely focused on the golden Sanskrit characters. He stared intently at the character that was almost completely filled, while the golden liquid below had already condensed into a pool the size of a pond.

"Almost there."

Under Qi Tian's tense gaze, the final phantom trace of the golden Sanskrit was filled, and endless light illuminated the boundless sea of consciousness.

"Om."

"Om."

"Om."

As the Sanskrit Phantom was completely filled, an eternal, primordial Sanskrit sound rippled out from the stone statue, its intensity several or even dozens of times greater than before.

Jin Shi and the others, who were closest, were shocked to open their eyes and look at the "Buddha Lord" statue beside them after feeling the sudden, violent emission of the Universal Sanskrit Sound. Their eyes erupted with fanatical piety.

"The Buddha Lord is about to descend."

"The Buddha Lord is about to descend."

The three knelt toward the direction of Qi Tian's stone statue, chanting the same sentence.

This sentence was not something they wanted to say themselves, but information transmitted from the depths of their souls—the sound conveyed by the Universal Sanskrit Sound radiating from Qi Tian's statue. Upon receiving the information, the three blurted it out instantly.

With the spread of the Sanskrit sound, everyone in the Gold Soul Clan Sacred Land learned the news that the "Buddha Lord" was about to descend.

Then it spread across the entire continent, the entire planet, until all life on the planet felt that the "deity" of this world was about to manifest.

All humans who believed in the "Buddha Lord" Qi Tian knelt on the ground, sending their faith toward the direction of the stone statue.

This endless Universal Sanskrit Sound continued to ripple outward, covering the entire planet, spreading even beyond it, and traveling into the silent, starry sky of the universe.

In Qi Tian's sea of consciousness, the fully filled Sanskrit character began to twist, then transformed into a human shape, gradually condensing into a physical form accompanied by golden light.

"Is this... my former body?"

As the human shape formed by the Sanskrit character slowly solidified, Qi Tian saw the appearance of this new body. It was exactly his body from his previous life, even including the clothes he wore and the mountaineering backpack he carried.

The moment this body appeared, the will of the Primal Universe descended, and the vast, ruthless pressure caused space-time to tremble.

In the starry sky where the planet was located, the operation of the origin of the entire space fell into stagnation. Clearly, the Primal Universe was extremely repulsed by the appearance of an anomaly like Qi Tian's true body.

Qi Tian, whose consciousness had been focused on his past-life body, was so terrified by the pressure of this emotionless, rule-based will that he almost lost the ability to think.

This was a feeling Qi Tian had never experienced before; it was like fear, yet not quite fear—it was the feeling of a low-level being under the suppression of an indescribable consciousness, originating from the soul.

At the same time the Primal Universe's will descended, the golden Lotus Throne Buddha Statue in Qi Tian's sea of consciousness, which looked very similar to his exterior, trembled slightly.

Immediately after, an equally terrifying pressure arose, lingering throughout the entire sea of consciousness. After feeling the pressure from the golden Lotus Throne Buddha Statue, Qi Tian's consciousness began to clear.

In just a few seconds, the two supreme consciousnesses seemed to reach a tacit understanding and receded at the same time.

When Qi Tian's consciousness fully recovered, the golden Lotus Throne Buddha Statue in his sea of consciousness no longer reacted, but he still vaguely felt a strange sense of familiarity with the pressure the statue had just emitted.

After regaining his senses, Qi Tian hurriedly looked at the body that had solidified from the golden Sanskrit, and his mood instantly plummeted to the bottom.

At this moment, the body had completely collapsed, and the place where it had been still radiated the aura of the golden Sanskrit.

"This... how could this be?"

Watching his body collapse completely, Qi Tian felt despair in his heart.

This was the opportunity he had waited decades for, developing the planet's faith in exchange for shedding his stone body and becoming human again.

But just as this feeling of despair emerged, an anomaly occurred in his sea of consciousness. Where his body had been, the golden Sanskrit began to solidify again, and the human phantom reappeared.

The despair in Qi Tian's heart instantly receded, replaced by a glimmer of hope. This roller-coaster of emotions made him want to blurt out a curse, which he finally swallowed back with great difficulty.