txolops Chapter 540 The Era of Creation, the Five Supreme Totems
Chapter 540 The Era of Creation, the Five Supreme Totems
Countless images flashed by like a revolving lantern until a sense of desolation arose, at which point Jiang Hao's past self was thrown into a wave and disappeared.
This is a wild and desolate world, with vast skies and expansive lands, where the chaotic energy has not yet dissipated and the spiritual energy is extremely rich.
The land is vast and boundless, the mountains and rivers are rugged and turbulent. Every stone is like a fragment of a star, extraordinary in its own right. Every ancient tree soars into the clouds, its branches and leaves blocking out the sun.
In this era, every breath can feel the pulse of the Great Dao's origin.
Here, colossal beasts roam, their bodies like mountains, ancient patterns shimmering on their backs. With each step they take, the earth trembles, and cracked ravines spread outwards from the edges of their footprints.
Some of the giant beasts were covered in scales, the scales as black as ink, shimmering with a metallic sheen.
Some of these giant beasts have six legs, enormous heads, and breathe out chaotic energy. Each exhale stirs up a gale that bends ancient trees.
Above the sky, gods and demons soared, their wings covering the sky and the sun, each feather like a celestial sword, reflecting the seven-colored glow.
Some of these gods and demons have human heads and snake bodies, coiled in the chaotic energy, surrounded by Dao runes. As the runes flicker, the void twists and the laws crumble.
Some gods and demons have three heads and six arms, each arm holding a divine weapon, which radiates the light of the beginning of creation.
They possess an imposing presence without anger, and their gazes seem to hold the rise and fall of stars.
They were the first darlings of heaven and earth, born from the origin of chaos, wielding the incomplete yet powerful authority of the Great Dao.
Beneath the abyss, the Chaos race slumbers.
They are more ancient and mysterious than gods and demons. They slumber in the deepest abyss, and no one knows how powerful they are, because they rarely emerge or make a move.
Only the occasional low breaths emanating from the abyss cause the entire earth to tremble gently, reminding the world that they still exist.
In the four directions of this wild and desolate land, the five supreme totems occupy their respective positions, wielding the power of heaven and earth, and are the earliest rulers of this world.
In the east, a celestial dragon coils above the sea of clouds, its body stretching for thousands of miles, radiating dazzling light.
The dragon's whiskers drooped down, swaying gently, each sway tearing through the void and leaving two dark cracks.
Its dragon eyes were half-open and half-closed, and thunder roared and chaos surged between them.
The Heavenly Dragon commands respect without anger; it is the overlord of heaven and earth, and the supreme ruler of all beasts.
In the south, a beast that pierces the heavens lies dormant deep within the earth. Its form resembles a rhinoceros and armor, and it is by no means an ordinary beast. Its entire body is covered with dark black iron divine scales, which are dull and lusterless yet indestructible.
A single, naturally formed horn rises straight to the sky atop its head, its color a dark gold, its sharpness unmatched, possessing an unparalleled edge capable of tearing the heavens apart without any effort on its part.
Walking on air with all four legs, untouched by the mortal world.
In the North, the primordial energy of water and soil converges across the eight directions, where the ten-thousand-foot-tall Xuanwu true form coils between heaven and earth, a tortoise and snake united, inheriting the profound Daoist essence of antiquity.
The giant tortoise's body lay like a mountain, covered with a thick, boundless, dark innate divine armor. The naturally formed innate Bagua and the Dao patterns of mountains, rivers, and earth veins crisscrossed and encompassed everything, embodying the weight of the earth.
The tortoise's head hung low and steady, its eyes closed as if in eternal slumber, yet with each opening and closing, the immense power of the earth's veins swept across the surrounding area. A ten-thousand-foot-long primordial spirit serpent coiled around its body.
The snake's scales are ancient and blue, its body is supple and long, and its head and tail are connected and encircle the tortoise's body.
In the West, the progenitor of all heavens' imprisonment, the supreme ruler of eternal binding, the true form of a seven-headed giant serpent locks down the universe.
The serpent's body stretched endlessly, covered entirely in gilded divine scales. The golden light was dazzling yet not ostentatious. Each scale was imbued with innate restrictive Dao patterns, layered upon each other, weaving together an unbreakable law of binding the heavens throughout the ages.
The snake's body coils and intertwines, capable of entangling the four corners of heaven and earth, possessing an overwhelming power that can lock the sky and imprison the earth, imprisoning gods and demons.
The serpent's tail stretched endlessly, like a golden chain descending from the heavens, its patterns interwoven with the profound mysteries of binding, both supple and indestructible. A golden, imprisoning light curtain flowed around its body, formless and intangible, yet capable of sealing off all tangible things.
In the center, a sacred tree of life takes root in the earth.
The first spiritual root of all time, the source of life for all things. When this tree appears, all things emerge from the desolate chaos, and azure clouds rise from the lifeless heavens and earth.
It is the most sacred, magnificent, and transcendent of the five totems.
It has no fixed size; it can shrink to the size of a speck of dust, or it can spread out to the size of a tree canopy, covering the entire sky and earth.
The ancient tree's trunk stands tall and upright, connecting the Netherworld and the Milky Way. Its wood is not ordinary; it is made of primordial jade, translucent and lustrous.
Having endured countless vicissitudes since the dawn of time, it remains untouched by the dust and carnage of war, possessing an eternally sacred aura of purity.
On the tree trunk, thousands of gnarled branches meander and stretch out in all directions, their slender branches resilient and immortal, each branch embodying a wisp of the great path of life.
The tree is covered with layers of jade leaves, clear and translucent, interwoven with countless laws of life.
The entire Tree of Life floated in the center of heaven and earth, surrounded by thousands of layers of auspicious clouds and ten thousand rays of primordial golden light.
Beneath the tree, many primordial gods and demons paid homage, all spirits submitted, and the ancient tree of life held a revered position.
This was the era at the beginning of time, when giant beasts, gods and demons, the Chaos Clan, and totem supreme beings each occupied their own territory and ruled their own kingdoms.
There was no order, no rules, only the clash of the most primal forces.
Jiang Hao's past self had already quietly landed in a corner of this desolate land, without making a sound or alerting anyone.
He was like a seed, planted in the oldest soil of this world.
Waiting to take root, waiting to sprout, waiting to grow into a towering tree in the future.
In the distance, chaos still churns, and heaven and earth are still growing. Everything is just beginning.
Jiang Hao's true form stood outside the tomb boundary and withdrew his gaze.
"The era at the beginning of time was indeed interesting, full of vitality, with all things growing and possessing infinite possibilities. However, it seems that the Heavenly Dao had not yet fallen at that time. When did that begin?"
However, the identity has already been established; now it's time to go inside.
Jiang Hao raised his hand, black light surged in his palm, and his aura began to change.
As the golden light faded, dark lines crept onto his skin, and his eyes became deep-set, with a black flame flickering deep within his pupils—cold, indifferent, and devoid of any emotion.
Dark Jiang Hao, activate.
Jiang Hao stepped through the barrier of the world, a barrier that felt like a thin film of water, cool to the touch.
There was no resistance on the barrier, not even a ripple.
It was slightly puzzled, paused for a moment, as if wondering how something similar had suddenly appeared.
However, since it was of the same kind, it didn't suspect much and automatically cracked open a gap, as if welcoming a long-lost relative.
"Just as I expected!"
Jiang Hao's lips curled up slightly.
Sure enough, after turning to darkness, the Heavenly Dao of this world regarded him as one of its own, a fallen being who shared the same origin as darkness.
It will not doubt him, but will even depend on him, trust him, and treat him as one of its own.
"That makes things easier."
Jiang Hao stepped through the world barrier and entered the tomb realm, successfully entering this strange and mysterious world.
On the vast land, the Cemetery of Gods and Demons stands silently in the twilight.
The ancient slumbering one is still waiting.
And the person who can change everything has arrived.