What was the price of freedom?
From the moment they gained consciousness, they had been kept in that crystal garden called the Divine Realm. They were the noblest deities, manifestations of these rules. They should have been destined to stand at the pinnacle of the Main Universe as its rulers. Yet those people had stripped them of their freedom, seeking to build a world without gods.
But once their group of gods was gone, those on the next rung down would become the new gods, just like those ridiculous mortals who styled themselves Ancient Gods simply because they thought they wielded great power.
They were unworthy!
He unleashed all of his primordial source and, amid wild laughter and a final blaze of splendor, marched toward annihilation.
The God of Flesh fell!
Hundreds of Origins roared as they charged toward him, annihilating this deity in the grand campaign they had launched.
As this God of Flesh fell, blinding light burst from his body, like a dazzling, bloody flower bud blooming in the void.
A point of light flashing red shot out of his corpse, about to flee toward the far reaches of the void.
Beneath that red light.
Every flesh Origin present distinctly felt the blood within them pulse and boil.
That was the tremor of laws!
That was a divine spark!
The divine spark representing flesh!
Everyone's breathing quickened at that moment. Feeling the immense power radiating beneath the red light, they truly saw the legendary, supreme godhood for the first time. It beckoned to them right before their eyes, filled with endless temptation.
In the ancient Old World, each sequence could have only one god, and only those who possessed a divine spark had a chance to ascend to that supreme godhood.
Snap-
Just as that blood-red light was