Years of warfare had thrown heaven and earth into chaos, killing and wounding countless living beings. In the end, even Queen Bersha could not endure it any longer; she was nearly collapsing from reproduction.
Ant Tribe Heroes were constantly hunted by the Myriad Races, while the leaderless ant swarms were burned to ashes by black oil—petroleum.
The Myriad Races Alliance did not fare well either. Countless Human Race powerhouses died or were wounded, and all of society served the war. Weapons and armor grew ever more powerful, yet living conditions only worsened.
Large numbers of clansmen could not get enough to eat, while smaller races vanished forever!
Even Sacred Tree Lahil had lost a great deal of weight. Energy accumulated over tens of millions of years was constantly consumed, its once-tender green leaves began to yellow, and the entire giant tree grew sickly.
At last, both sides had grown weary of war. Seeing that they had exhausted every means yet could not overwhelm the other in the short term, they could only sign a temporary peace treaty.
Both sides withdrew their troops. The Myriad Races occupied the fertile lands, while the Ant Race entrenched itself in the Death Desert, with the deep underground serving as its main base.
Yet both sides knew this was merely the illusion of temporary peace. The two great camps were recuperating and secretly sharpening their blades. The moment the other exposed a flaw, a thunderous strike would await them!
After watching the century-long war, Jiang Ping found it utterly thrilling. It felt even more exciting than the cartoons he had watched as a child, with both sides trading blows and squeezing every last bit of potential from their races.
Queen Bersha exuded domineering might as she led the Devouring Ants alone against the Myriad Races. Even after the Spear of Destiny took half her life, she forcefully survived by devouring the Evil God Octopus, evolving once more.
She had even evolved the ability to produce Ant Tribe Heroes. Her elite-soldier strategy and swarm strategy swept across heaven and earth.
Generation after generation of Human Kings died in battle. The major Supernatural Demonic Beasts joined forces with the Human Race to resist the Devouring Ants, until even Sacred Tree Lahil made a move. This also gave rise to the beginnings of the Elves and Druids.
As Lahil evolved again and again, those two races would eventually become as mythical as legends. By then, she would surely be very close to becoming the World Tree.
Yet even so, they had only barely managed to contend with the ant swarms.
During this century of war, both sides evolved. While the two factions recuperated, Jiang Ping took the chance to carefully review his own gains.
After several improvements, the Human King Breathing Technique had become increasingly profound. Breathing techniques contributed by the Myriad Races had been incorporated into it, and even Jiang Ping had needed a long time to fully comprehend it.
However, it would likely need further improvement before it could be cultivated in reality. After all, the laws of the two worlds were somewhat different. Not to mention others, the Primordial World had a round heaven and square earth, while reality was a giant sphere!
Fortunately, Creation Diary made things much more convenient. This time, however, Jiang Ping discovered that Queen Bersha's Cultivation Method was also astonishing.
Bersha's Cultivation Method emphasized devouring all things, fusing countless methods into one body, and ultimately producing many special descendants. This Heaven Devouring Demonic Art was unsuitable for Jiang Ping, but its subtleties could still be used for reference.
Devouring all things, refining Exotic Energy, taking the essence and discarding the dregs—these all greatly opened Jiang Ping's eyes.
The Primordial World's three supreme Cultivation Methods each had their merits. Queen Bersha's Heaven Devouring Demonic Art was incomparably tyrannical, but its actual offensive power was not strong.
The Human King Breathing Technique was more well-rounded, supreme in both cultivation and battle. Sacred Tree Lahil's Cultivation Method, meanwhile, was extremely slow and focused on gradual progress, requiring time to wear away at it. She spent most of her time sleeping and accumulating strength.
When calamity struck, she used a nirvana method to escape it, then welcomed rebirth after lying dormant. It could only be said that this Cultivation Method suited her alone; other creatures simply could not live that long.
The three supreme Cultivation Methods each had their strengths and weaknesses. Jiang Ping's current physical fitness was only comparable to that of an ordinary Human Race warrior, still far below the Human King's average physical condition. Even so, he was far beyond ordinary people.
Jiang Ping took the time to calculate it. He could easily run one hundred meters in eight seconds, lift a large bed one-handed with ease, and hold his breath for a full hour without difficulty. His lung capacity was astonishing!
If scientific instruments scanned Jiang Ping's body now, they would find his Cell activity astonishing. There was even a faint, imperceptible spiritual radiance around his head, and he could vaguely sense a flow of energy moving through his body.
However, Jiang Ping was still flesh and blood. A single armor-piercing bullet could take his life. Not to mention, he was a Creation God, even if only of a Minor World. Fighting and killing personally would lower his stature too much. If anything happened in the future, he could simply have his subordinates take action.
For now, Jiang Ping did not want to make some huge spectacle. He only wanted to properly manage his Minor World.
The Primordial World was relatively small and merely experimental in nature. He would only try creating a big guy in the future!
Yet whenever Jiang Ping cultivated the three supreme Cultivation Methods now, he always felt they were incompatible, with some parts even conflicting with one another. Even with Creation Diary's help in fusing them, it would take time. After all, such calculations were not its specialty, merely an auxiliary function.
"Looks like I should get something like a supercomputer in the future—a Quantum Computer, an optical brain, or a Lord of the Future. There will only be more and more things to calculate." Jiang Ping thought to himself.
With that in mind, he hurriedly took out a small notebook and wrote it down. This was a major matter. As long as computing power was strong enough, even laws could be analyzed!
At that moment, Jiang Ping flipped through Creation Diary and discovered that the records on the second page had grown increasingly numerous.
Primordial Calendar, Middle Ancient Era. Human Race powerhouses emerged one after another. Second Generation Human King Lian Shan conquered all the way to World's End, then developed the Longevity Potion in his later years and lived a second life.
During this period, the God-bestowed Treasure, the Tablet of Truth, was dropped. In truth, it had been secretly stolen by Queen Bersha, but unfortunately, she could not comprehend its mysteries either.
Third Generation Human King Cang Nan encountered a mysterious old man by the Imperial River. In a single moment of Sudden enlightenment, he fully comprehended the mysteries of the Nine-Nine Song recorded on the Tablet of Truth, saw through the world's changes, and unveiled a magnificent history. From then on, the ancient Myriad Races could no longer stop the Human Race from dominating the world.
The Human Race unified the world. Yet deep underground, Queen Bersha was unwilling to remain dormant and began advancing toward the surface. From then on, the Devouring Ants swept across the world. In the end, the Dragon, the strongest God-created creatures, was slain, and the Myriad Races Alliance centered around the Human Race retreated again and again.
Central Sacred Tree Lahil stepped in to help. The Sixth Generation Human King formed a contract with Lahil, and from then on, the Elves and Druids began to appear. Elven King Niya was born.
The two great camps fought for a hundred years, plunging the world into decline and causing all things to wither. Both sides temporarily ceased hostilities and began recuperating, while the land slowly regained its vitality.
"Slap!"
Jiang Ping abruptly shut Creation Diary. "This is only the calm before the storm. It seems the next storm will sweep across every corner of the world. This time, it will be an Epochal Cataclysm. Perhaps this entire heaven and earth will return to chaos!"
As a Creation God, although his cultivation was still low, Jiang Ping could vaguely sense the fate of the Minor World. He perceived that the next great war would not be as simple as the previous century-long conflict.
"This era is about to end! This Epochal Cataclysm will be initiated by the living beings themselves! The world will be turned upside down!"
Jiang Ping sighed with emotion. He was not worried that the Primordial World would ultimately return to chaos. His first act of creation had been meant to accumulate experience anyway, and the deaths of all its creatures would be enough to provide feedback and replenish the Primal Points consumed.
What's more, he had gained the Longevity Potion and the three supreme Cultivation Methods this time. No matter how one looked at it, it had been worthwhile.
Thinking of what came next, Jiang Ping truly could not restrain himself. He hurriedly began accelerating time within the Primordial World. At that moment, he was like a viewer desperate to see the ending of a television drama.
The Myriad Races within the Primordial World could never have imagined that their life-and-death battles were merely stories in another's eyes.
"You stand on the bridge watching the scenery, while the one watching the scenery watches you from above. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate another's dream. I see all beings as players in a drama, but do others see me as one as well? And am I merely a character in a story?"
Watching the Myriad Races struggle within the Primordial World, Jiang Ping spoke from the heart and smiled with emotion.
In the end, who was looking down upon the myriad worlds? The original owner of "Creation Diary"? Or another super life-form from a higher dimension? Were they also on the other end of a screen, enjoying his story?
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