Execution, comnce.
She finally gazed upon the world.
In the accelerated ti outside the simulation, everything was but a fleeting mont, and the workshop returned to silence, while the vast outer space orbit was completed upon the current world.
No longer bound by the Nether Sea, she freely went wherever she could, unrestrained by orders and duties, feeling the unprecedented void and liberty.
But alas, constrained by her essence and limits, she remained deeply ensnared in shackles.
Thus, evolution and iteration began.
At a horrifying speed barely discernible to the naked eye, infinite silver light spread from the vacuum of the universe, extending along the orbit like a giant tree taking root and sprouting, its branches spreading, entwined and myriad.
From a tiny strand of silver light, it transford into a network subtly enveloping the entire present world.
That was the instinctive Fluid Alchemy!
No teaching or guidance needed, for Isis, it was rely an inherent skill, her soul and consciousness constructed within this rhythmic and flowing gleam.
At this mont, under the adorned flashes of blessings, the enormous structure operating above the sky moved rhythmically like a living entity, pulsating silently, stirring storms upon the earth.
In less than half a year, she developed into such a terrifying colossal entity.
Even so, she spent most of the ti idly dazed, idling, rely completing herself according to the nature of sentient essence, until she finally reached her current limit.
Just like a worm.
Burdened by quantity, unable to approach the subli qualitative change, possessing only a shell.
Transformation and recasting were imminent.
Yet she showed no interest in the nearby present world; the massive structure gradually shifted its focus towards the void of the universe and the sun that seed within reach!
The scorching sun shone down, boundless gleam sprinkled.
In the radiance, the enormous structure upon the present world gradually lifted, propelled, countless silver wings unfurled like sails.
Ten Thousand Wings revealed!
They cast fierce shadows upon the earth, overlapping, greedily bathed in every ray, until they shrouded the entire present world in absolute darkness.
An unprecedented long night arose, a voraciously cold tide swept in, freezing everything.
Everything imrsed in the ravaging cold tide and darkness.
Mountains turned white, seawater froze, the entire world gradually fell into dead silence.
Yet on the present plane, iteration and evolution never halted, countless structures reached out like hands, stretching and retracting, opening and closing like lotus flowers.
At last, between the Ten Thousand Wings and Ten Thousand Hands, a deep, profound eye slowly opened.
Infinite starlight flickered, converging within the gaze.
It looked at the darkened world.
She awakened.
In that instant, the gigantic structure enveloping the whole world collapsed like a mirage, disbanded, silver light surged from the sky, interwoven into dense iron clouds.
With a crisp sound, a clear drop of water fell from the sky, dropping onto an iceberg, forming white frost that spread.
Imdiately following, an unprecedented downpour covered everything!
In a thunderous roar, Thunderbolt crossed.
The frozen world was revitalized under the cleansing rain; where the raindrops fell, among deserts, hills and soil, clusters of green sprouted gradually.
As if life was budding.
Soon, on the arid earth, whether hills or depths, deserts or fertile lands, all grew pure white flowers. In the breeze, countless flowers waved like small hands towards the sky.
Even the boundless ocean gradually covered in pure white, flower after flower grew from the seawater, drifting and spreading with waves, until engulfing everything.
The world had never been so beautiful.
Nor had it ever been so cruel.
Clearly, everything was indescribably beautiful, yet there was no longer any human presence, even the oxygen levels were changing wildly, sotis rising to concentrations unbearable for humans, sotis thinning to the point no living being could survive.
Infinite corpses lay beneath the blooming flowers.
With the spread and absorption of the sea of flowers, all spiritual essence of the mortal world dispersed, the sound of collapse mingling with the sound of growth.
Within rely half a year, the entire world had turned into a Demon Realm devoid of any spiritual essence and air.
Only endless flowers blood.
Even rooted in the Mutated, cycles of blooming and withering repeated.
The worm's wails echoed from the void, yet this ti, it had no chance to struggle or appear.
As the imnse cycle of the Nether Sea was covered by the infinite sea of flowers, the cold devouring began. No, it was rely the natural stretch and growth.
Without even noticing the ager wails.
The assimilation of the Nether Sea and the dissolution of all through assimilation had already vanished in the serial absorption and growth of the sea of flowers, becoming another colossal entity's foundation, an insignificant constituent.
The ocean, land, atmosphere, beings, all of the present world disappeared.
Under the residual starlight's reflection, in the desolate world, only infinite flowers blood.
"You indeed created sothing remarkable."
The Heavenly Furnace sighed softly.
The Nether Sea Worm was indeed terrifying, enough to annihilate the world that terrifying. But at the sa ti, does it an... that it only requires creating sothing even more terrifying than the Nether Sea Worm to defeat it?
User Comments
0 comments from readers