The Dark Ancestral God's heart, which should have remained unruffled throughout the ages, truly wavered at that moment.
They were the mythical Creators.
The Immortal Domains, All Heavens, and myriad Great Daos had all been born of them, nurtured by them.
They were the beginning of all rules, Great Daos, matter, and life.
But before the embryonic forms of all origins had coalesced...
Everything in existence had been blank, a pitch-black void without laws or order.
There had been only one supremely powerful being, whose time of appearance was unknown.
No one knew his name, much less his precise cultivation realm.
Apart from Creators like them...
No one else knew of his existence.
And this being had been called the God of the Final Origin by the first-generation Creators.
Perhaps he had found a world of blank nothingness far too dull and tedious.
He had sacrificed himself, intending to use all his Dao and laws to create something truly real.
And that real thing had been the first Universe Dimensions, which later became the Origin Realm.
However, he had not known how to make this real thing sufficiently perfect.
Thus, he had used his own cognition and understanding as the truths that constituted this world, as well as the names of its various things.
Energy and matter, Great Dao Principles, darkness and light, life and its myriad manifestations... everything had been given true order and meaning on the basis of his cognition and understanding.
His flesh and cells, Dao and laws had formed the Origin Realm.
Reduced to a single illusory will, he had seemed dissatisfied with this.
Thus, he had split his fundamental power, the Final Origin Authority, into five portions: nihility, Hongmeng, fate, calamity, darkness...
These five different portions of Final Origin Authority had each been granted different