Lancelot's mind was immersed in the Endless Divine Body.
His path lies not in the external world, but within himself. If he cannot be self-sufficient, free from the constraints of his surroundings, and live a carefree life, how can he be called the Supreme God of the Matter System?
With a thought, Lancelot saw an even more dazzling, Endless Star Sea before him, seemingly boundless. The sea of stars rotated, trembling incessantly in a strange trajectory, and one could see countless Particle Gods consuming the starlight.
Countless Particle Gods divide the cosmos into different layers.
At the very center are Great God thrones.
One is pitch black, the other is pure white.
Like darkness and light, death and life, they stand opposite each other, clearly distinct, yet there are subtle channels connecting them, allowing them to transform each other's power.
These Great God thrones belong to Lancelot's Endless Pantheon, and are the two Pillar God whose status is second only to him.
The God of Destruction and the God of Creation.
The throne was evolved from the Miracle Creation "Steel Feather Cloak" and "Genesis Ovary".
The God of Destruction has not yet returned to his position.
But the God of Creation already sits atop the throne.
Golden starlight scattered, like a soft veil, gently draped over the body of the God of Creation.
"Father God!"
A slightly childish voice rang out, and looking in the direction of the sound, a long snake with its tail coiled and floated above the throne.
Her scales were white-gold, and her shape was neither snake nor dragon. She had a pair of wings as thin as cicada wings, which seemed small, yet gave any creature that looked at her a feeling of infinite size.
It's as if the little snake doesn't exist as a physical entity, but rather as a conceptual symbol.
It seems to represent many powers such as "inclusivity", "growth", "proliferation", "cycle" and "bearing", and its own existence symbolizes the Infinity possibilities of life.
With a thought, Lancelot noticed that the newly born snake, the God of Creation of the Endless Pantheon, a majestic being destined to dominate the world, obediently coiled around his arm, manifesting itself outwardly.
"Huh? What's this? The aura seems quite familiar." The Ancestral Tree of Life was startled at first, then guessed in surprise, "Could it be that she has some connection with the Infinite Serpent?"
"You guessed correctly." Lancelot nodded with a smile. "Aiona was born from the remains of the Infinite Serpent, and she will become one of the two Pillar God of the Endless Pantheon."
"The Pillar God of the Endless Pantheon..." The Ancestral Tree of Life's eyes narrowed, and it nodded slightly, but did not ask any further questions. Instead, it smiled and said, "You call her Aiona? It's a nice name, and she's a girl."
"Yes, come, Aiona, show me your human form."
Lancelot waved gently.
The ouroboros coiled around his arm leaped up, its body radiating a pure white Radiance, and transformed into human form.
Amidst the swirling light, a woman about two meters tall, with a voluptuous and divine figure, whose every curve seemed to embody the perfect rhythm of life's creation, emerged.
Aiona's skin was not pale, but a warm, ivory white that seemed to have an inner glow flowing through it. Her skin texture was like the finest mutton fat jade, yet it possessed a softness and warmth unique to life.
Her long hair was like a combination of flowing starlight and early spring vines, its color changing between silver and light gold. Tiny, shimmering starlight buds would automatically grow from the ends of her hair. These buds would sometimes bloom into illusory flowers, and sometimes bear fruit and then turn into points of light and disappear.
Her face and her childlike voice formed a wonderful contrast; it was a kind, serene, maternal Radiance, yet also carried an inviolable divine majesty.
Her emerald-like eyes gently gazed at Lancelot, and deep within them, it seemed as if countless miniature worlds were being born, growing, and Samsara.
Beneath its seemingly gentle body lies a life energy far greater than that of a star. What flows in its veins is not blood, but a concentrated, pale golden life essence. Each heartbeat is like the pulse of a new world.
She wore a simple long dress woven from living starlight and the Law of Life. The skirt moved without wind, and magnificent scenes of star birth, plant growth, and the propagation of all things constantly appeared on it. This long dress seemed light and thin, but it was actually formed from the Divine Armor of Origin. As a god born from Lancelot's body, it could share some of the abilities or weapons with the Lord of Endless.
As the God of Creation, Aiona has three nested emerald-colored divine rings floating behind her head. These rings are divided into three levels: the inner ring, the Life Source Ring, which is composed of the most basic life runes and is the embodiment of the concept of "life".
The Central Order Law Ring is composed of constantly growing and intertwining patterns of laws. Countless runes containing the mysteries of material structure intertwine with each other, transforming into a perfect framework of order that maintains the stability of the God of Creation.
Outer Ring - Infinity Weaving Ring: This is the concrete manifestation of the power of the Infinite Serpent's bloodline. The outermost semi-transparent halo is woven from countless tiny phantoms of the world, blueprints of life, and threads of possibility, symbolizing the "Infinity" potential she inherited from the Infinite Serpent.
"Such a vibrant life force!"
The Ancestral Tree of Life looked at the God of Creation, Aiona, before her with a look of surprise in her eyes. She had not expected that the Lord of Endless could digest the Infinite Serpent to this extent.
Not only did he himself ascend to the level of Supreme God by drawing upon the surging energy of the Infinite Serpent, but he also transformed a part of the Infinite Serpent's existence into the God of Creation Aiona before him, who was clearly also a Supreme God.
"Your path is beginning to truly unleash its due power," the World Tree spoke softly, its gaze deeper and more penetrating to the essence of things.
The Ancestral Tree of Life focuses on the God of Creation, Aiona, while the World Tree sees within Lancelot the countless Particle Gods belonging to the Endless Pantheon.
If all these gods reach the level of True God or above in the future—no, they don't even need to reach the level of True God, but are merely Demigod — Lancelot could easily reach the realm of Eternity, and not just any ordinary Eternal.
"I must also thank your Time House Universe, which allowed me to undergo my transformation at my own pace. Otherwise, with external affairs on my mind, I would probably have had to rush through it, and my progress in strength would have been superficial. Perhaps, Aiona wouldn't have even been born." Lancelot bowed slightly to the World Tree, his words filled with sincerity.
The World Tree's assistance to him this time was immense. In addition to the 100,000-fold increase in the flow of time, the surging primordial power of the universe within the Time House Universe itself was like a large blood pack, providing Lancelot, who was undergoing a transformation, with ample nourishment.
Otherwise, his progress in strength wouldn't have been so terrifying, and he wouldn't have been able to advance to the Supreme God so smoothly, surpassing Gustavo's life rank in one fell swoop.
As for Logo, that guy's life rank can no longer be judged by common sense. In short, compared to Lancelot now, Logo's overall strength is probably much stronger, even without relying on the Power of the Domain.
" In the Transcendent world, external help is always a secondary factor. Ultimately, one's own qualities are the key to success. Sufficient talent is needed to convert resources into strength. I merely gave it a gentle push."
"According to the time flow in the Astral Realm Void, only two and a half days have passed in the outside world. What are your plans now? Do you intend to return to the Flame Frost Continent?" the Ancestral Tree of Life asked.
Lancelot shifted his gaze, his eyes piercing the crystal wall of the World Tree Universe and projecting into the vast Void.
"The war between the Divine Realm and the Northern Spirit Empire is not over yet?" A hint of surprise appeared in Lancelot's eyes.
"I find it strange too." The Ancestral Tree of Life frowned, looking suspicious. "Every time the Divine Realm tries to retreat with the God of War, the Northern Spirit Empire relentlessly pounces, continuing the stalemate. The forces involved on both sides are becoming increasingly terrifying. The Northern Spirit Empire has even started drawing troops from other war zones to participate in the war. Is the God of War really that important to the Northern Spirit Empire?"
"I don't know, maybe. We're not high-ranking officials in the Northern Spirit Empire, so we don't know some of the inside stories. Maybe the God of War is really that important to the Northern Spirit Empire," Lancelot shrugged, speaking dismissively.
"Indeed." The Ancestral Tree of Life nodded. "So, your current plan is..."
"Let's go back to the Flame Frost Continent first. There are still some hidden dangers with Emperor Augustus that need to be resolved as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications."
"Emperor Augustus was indeed a remarkable figure. I never expected him to devour the Ancestor of Knights so quietly, and even more unexpectedly, he fell into your hands."
"The Astral Realm is magnificent, ever-changing, and subject to the cycles of cause and Fate. Lancelot is unpredictable, and no one can grasp the trajectory of Space-Time in the next moment, not even the Eternal. This is precisely what makes the Astral Realm so fascinating." Lancelot said with deep feeling. This transformation of the Endless Divine Body, his voluntary journey towards Nirvana after annihilation, has given Lancelot a profound understanding of "change," and his will has touched upon the essence of this world even more deeply.
His demeanor also seemed to have become much more reserved with this transformation. His domineering and dignified manner shifted from the outside to the inside, and he exuded a gentle and refined gentlemanly air.
Of course, this is Lancelot in a non-combat state. If he enters combat mode, his overwhelming domineering aura will be able to crush everything and shatter Space-Time.
After greeting the World Tree and the Ancestral Tree of Life, Lancelot departed.
Watching his departing figure, the Ancestral Tree of Life stretched out its branches, rolled up the Time Ring, a flash of silver light appeared, and then subsided, transforming into White Feather of Time.
"The most suitable owner for this Miracle Creation should be that kid Space-Time. However, before handing over the White Feather of Time to him, we must resolve the last hidden danger." The Ancestral Tree of Life gripped the White Feather of Time, a sharp glint appearing in its eyes.
"Lord of Time."
But the sharpness in the Ancestral Tree of Life's eyes subsided the next second. "But the question is, is it worth provoking another Eternal for the sake of a Miracle Creation?"
"It's worth it," the World Tree's voice rang out.
"Mother, do you mean..." The Ancestral Tree of Life turned its head.
"It's not just because of the Miracle Creation; the Lord of Time and the Lord of Nightmares have a deep bond, but also because there's an irreconcilable conflict between Him and us, unless..." The World Tree didn't finish its sentence, 'Unless the World Alliance is willing to relinquish all ties with Logo, Lancelot, and Gustavo.'
The entire Treacherous Destruction Continent and the Dragon-Hunting Spider Clan were wiped out by the Lord of Time, and the conflict between them and Gustavo is irreconcilable.
Logo and Lancelot would undoubtedly stand unconditionally on Gustavo's side.
By abandoning Gustavo, the World Alliance is simultaneously abandoning all three.
But how could that be possible?
Regardless of personal relationships, closeness or distance is not a factor.
The sunk costs that the World Alliance invested in them alone represent a huge loss.
More importantly, there is the loss of goodwill.
This thing is priceless.
Not to mention, forming an alliance is no longer possible without severing ties with Lancelot and the other two.
Logo and the Ancestral Tree of Space-Time are already bound to the Golden Divine Kingdom.
Lancelot forged a bond of life and death with the Ancestral Tree of Life and the Ancestral Tree of Destruction on the battlefield.
The World Tree lies in Bottomless Abyss and saved Gustavo's life.
All of these factors have created an unbreakable and profound relationship between the World Alliance and the three parties.
"I see."
Although the World Tree did not finish speaking, the Ancestral Tree of Life grasped the general meaning.
Besides the Lord of Nightmares, the Lord of Time has also become an enemy that needs to be dealt with.
"The Eternally Sealed Dragon Realm is located deep within the River of Space-Time. Under normal circumstances, no one except the Lord of Time can enter it. But perhaps even the Lord of Time himself did not expect that His White Feather of Time would fall into our hands."
"In the Astral Realm, which other forces or powerful individuals do not wish to see the Lord of Time advance to the Second-Step Eternity?"
"The Titan God Race and Dragon Clan are mortal enemies, so that counts. There are also the Thirty-Eight Paradise Pterosaur, who, because of the Mother of the Stars, weren't drawn into the Eternally Sealed Dragon Realm by the Lord of Time, and can be won over. The other Eternal in the Astral Realm probably don't want to see another Second-Step Eternity; these are all beings we can approach..."
"Well, in that case, let's test them one by one. It's better to strike first."
"Good."
In the central region of the Flame Frost Continent, beneath the Source Fire Palace, lies the place where the two poles meet.
Repeated terrible wars have nearly leveled the once towering Spine Mountain Range that stood in the center of the continent. The forces of ice and fire have re-converged and collided here, creating a unique natural landscape. One half is Eternity burning plain of divine flames, crisscrossed by Lava rivers; the other half is a frozen realm of absolute zero, where even the flow of time seems to slow down. A bottomless rift runs through the north and south, marking the boundary between ice and fire, and also the "Ice and Fire Rack" used to suppress Emperor Augustus.
A Gate of Space opened, and Lancelot stepped out, hovering above the rift.
He did not reveal his full God King form, but remained in the appearance of a human youth, barefoot in the Void, the hem of his white robe remaining motionless amidst the intertwined air currents of ice and fire.
His long, jade-like left hand was outstretched, fingers spread out and pressed down, palm facing down. Silver-gray threads of law flowed between his fingers, each one connected to the dense sealing runes deep within the rift valley.
That was Rune Sealing left by Logo with the power of his Flame Frost Body. It was now covered with cracks. Perhaps if Lancelot had returned a little later, Emperor Augustus would have broken free of the seal and emerged from the darkness.
"You still haven't given up." Lancelot's calm voice echoed throughout the rift valley. "Augustus, as the new ruler of the Flame Frost Continent, I give you two choices: either be sealed away and obliterated, and die completely, or fight me head-on without any external force. If you can defeat me, you can leave; if you lose, you will become a part of me. What do you say?"