Life was born from soil

In Moweidina's perception.

The passage of time at this "current" point in time, where she is "now," is stretched out instantly.

It's like being stretched from one second to a hundred million years.

This is an incredibly painful, tearing feeling.

then.

The agonizing sense of tearing has vanished, replaced by a powerful driving force, as if a towering presence stands in the past, pushing the future forward.

This is a force that borders on violence.

This situation caught Moweidina completely off guard, as she realized what was happening.

An endless emptiness and a sense of vastness emerged during this small Witch's tea party.

The voices of the Witch conversing around her, even the Witch of the Moon Mosela beside her, seemed to come from afar, transforming from ordinary conversation in the present moment into murmurs and whispers carried from endless ancient times.

This experience made her extremely uncomfortable and even caused her to feel severely disconnected from her current environment.

Her eyes began to vacant, but in that instant of emptiness, an aura of ancient dust, forcibly bestowed upon her, emanated from her. This extremely obvious aura of vicissitudes of time made Mosela, who was beside her, notice something amiss.

A hint of confusion flashed in her bright eyes as she asked.

"Moweidina, what's wrong?"

Mosela's question was like an anchor point in the current timeline, instantly pulling her back to reality from the endless ancient years.

As if she were in an endless dream, a ray of light from reality shone into her.

Moweidina instantly felt like a fish returning from land to the Deep Sea, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

She gripped Mosela's fair hand tightly, completely ignoring the gossipy gazes of the surrounding Witch and the surge of joy welling up inside Mosela, and hurriedly said...

"Mosela, that feeling I told you about is back."

"However, this time, it's not space or history that's changed, but time!"

"It could very well be the great Creator... no... the great Sovereign of Life, the God Above Gods... who changed something in the distant past?"

Do you feel anything?

"Can you feel it?"

However.

Her words puzzled the Witch, including Mosela.

"The Sovereign of Life?"

Who is this being?

"Among the ancient and powerful beings, have there ever been such ancient beings?"

Moweidina looked on in disbelief at their answer.

"You have actually forgotten the Creator... no... even the great Sovereign who created all things and the first life?"

"Hahaha, Moweidina, are you testing my knowledge base, testing my level of truth?"

Mosela first laughed heartily, then answered her in a serious tone.

"As we all know, life was not born from the creation of some great being, but from that initial accident countless ages ago, from the evolution of ancient times."

"What?!"

"The memories of all beings have been altered once again."

"How long has it been?"

Moweidina was startled and immediately let go of Mosela's hand.

"So what exactly happened?"

And then, in an instant...

Another vast and immense memory, from a completely different ancient era, emerged in her mind.

This familiar feeling made her feel like vomiting and going crazy.

This shock was unbearable even for her in front of the group of Witch.

The Witch, however, did not feel impolite; on the contrary, their eyes gleamed with increasing gossip and curiosity.

"Her Mosela and Her Highness Moweidina, have things progressed to this point?"

But the perceptive and intelligent Mosela noticed something amiss, and she looked at Moweidina with suspicion and uncertainty.

His expression was exactly like that of the Old God when they went mad.

Her previously gentle, smiling face instantly turned cold, and she issued an order to the Witch sitting in the high-altitude garden courtyard to leave.

"Everyone, leave my garden immediately! No one may enter without my permission!"

"Ah!"

"Your Highness Mosela, what has happened that warrants our immediate Banishment?"

The Witch were confused and bewildered.

What happened?

Clever Witch noticed something amiss, but they dared not look closely and led their companions away from the magnificent courtyard that offered a panoramic view of the entire Witch Domain.

Wait until all the Witch have left.

Mosela then looked at Moweidina with concern and asked.

"Moweidina, what's wrong?"

"Is your state of being overwhelmed by memories due to some massive amount of memories washing over your consciousness?"

But Moweidina did not respond at all.

After she constructed a perfect barrier in her Spirit Void using the power of the Dimension of Truth, she spoke out in terror.

"Great and sublime Creator, what has happened to you?"

Your Authority has been stripped away time and time again, your Fabled buried again and again, and your traces erased little by little.

"What's even more terrifying is that your existence is being gradually torn apart from the entire Sacred River Heavenly Land, the Land of Being you created with your own hands!"

Have you encountered some formidable enemy?

Having said all this, her gaze pierced through the barriers of the Witch Domain, through the outer walls of the entire Energy Plane, and looked towards the boundless Void.

"If it weren't for the existence of the Dimension of Truth, I would probably be like all other living beings, replaced by false memories."

"No, these memories aren't necessarily false; they're distorted truths."

"False reality is born from distortion, while reality becomes a fragmented falsehood."

"I can't see the truth, I can't find the past."

"Great and sublime Creator, what has happened to you?"

Moweidina slid helplessly off the chair, sobbing silently.

"Is it an unimaginable Calamity, or is it the approaching Twilight that even the gods cannot resist? May I receive your guidance once more?"

Just as Mosela was about to reach out to help her up, she suddenly heard Moweidina's murmur and her hand froze in mid-air.

"Calamity for all living beings? Twilight of the Gods?"

A hint of surprise flashed in her silver-blue eyes.

"The prophecies of truth are always infallible; Moweidina's words over the years have always come true."

"So."

"This time, are those New God who have usurped the Authority of us, the Innate Deity, destined for their Twilight?"

And it was at this moment.

She suddenly realized it.

That part of her, the twisted, insane, and corrupted Old God, is being strengthened by a strange power.

It's as if there's a true source of distortion that amplifies all that is twisted and chaotic.

"The mad gods of old have grown stronger, so Twilight has arrived?"

"There's no mistake, it's their turn."

"No, that's not right. This is also Calamity for all living beings. The Twilight of the gods is their own doing, but all living beings need some protection."

A complex light flickered in her eyes, as if she were pondering something.

And beside her.

Moweidina continued to sob softly.

However, the source of her tears was not at the current point in time.

Let's rewind the timeline to the moment when the Wild Giant was born, countless years ago.

The moment when the great Creator endowed the Wild Giant spirituality, these colossal beings were about to open their eyes.

Jiang Yuu froze that one second.

Then.

He looked at the soil from which these Wild Giant had been born, and endless algorithms began to appear in his eyes.

An endless process of reverse deduction arose in His mind.

He smiled and spoke.

"How long would it take to transform an ordinary lump of soil into a giant of immense size, embracing the laws of nature and wielding Wild Giant power, under Transcendent conditions and with all the advantageous settings in place?"

One year, two years, three years... ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years... one hundred thousand years, one million years, ten million years...

One hundred million years!

A full 100 million years of evolution.

And it all began with a chance collision in the soil, giving birth to the first life element.

This is the only place in the endless collision of energy and matter in the entire world where a coincidence was born, that is, the place where life was born.

The Order of Life arises from this!

Therefore, the evolution of life, from soil to Wild Giant, took a hundred million years!

The light in Jiang Yuu's eyes dimmed.

He slowly descended from mid-air, came to the clump of soil He had chosen, placed his hands outstretched, and then suddenly pulled!

Endless emptiness, endless vacuum, endless Nothingness, endless mystery and dimensions—all shattered before the tearing force of these two hands!

The time was stretched out significantly!

Two enormous, painting-like scenes appeared, completely obscuring the view!

On one hand, there was the birth of the Wild Giant; on the other hand, there was the first cause of life that was miraculously conceived in the soil.

Jiang Yuu's hazy, towering figure stood at the center of the fractured spacetime, calmly raising his eyes.

In an instant.

A vast and boundless River of Time crashed down!