Chapter 112
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Chapter 112: Title
Ye Linlang had better alternatives—awakening major deities from India’s patriarchal myths like Shiva or Vishnu. Yet she found Hinduism’s teachings unpalatable.
The Awakening of Spiritual Energy era required no remnants of hereditary hierarchy. Disliking such doctrines, she saw no issue in selecting more fitting deities.
Mid-contemplation, Ye Linlang abruptly paused, her gaze snapping to the swirling black mist coalescing before her.
"Why has he come?"
Since initiating the Awakening, she’d forged countless deities and ancient practitioners, granting them autonomy. Their existence generated continuous Fantasy Points through divine phenomena—currency convertible into godly power for resolving crises beyond mortal capability.
Ancient practitioners served differently, disseminating cultivation techniques to empower humanity against looming threats while addressing presently unsolvable issues.
In essence, both deities and practitioners shared identical purpose—
Disposable tools.
Her inherent rationality from a previous life, amplified after crossing over and wielding divine authority, crystallized into absolute pragmatism.
An ancient Huaxia proverb echoed through her thoughts: "Heaven and Earth show no mercy, treating all beings as straw dogs." The cosmos favored none, permitting natural order to unfold unimpeded. Though unable to mirror this perfect impartiality, she refused to mimic patron deities fixated solely on their creations.
Even in this awakened age, vulnerability persisted.
Deities enforced global peace—warring nations now negotiated truces. Ancient practitioners curbed malevolence through cultivation’s democratization, their sparse numbers keeping them occupied mentoring newcomers through the Awakening’s transformations.
This equilibrium held across civilizations. Order-aligned practitioners, though occasionally eccentric, generally maintained harmony.
While deities couldn’t freely descend to Blue Star, their avatars retained access. Her creations proved surprisingly reclusive.
Tier Fourteen and above deities were her direct manifestations; those below required higher authority to leave their realms. She’d certainly not summoned Blackman to India—his presence defied protocol without her sigil.
The mystery unraveled when she spotted the serpentine jade pendant on his ear—her God of Death mark gifted to Europe’s Lord of the Dead, Satan, for temporary mortal visits. Clearly, Blackman had borrowed this relic to manifest his true form.
Cross-referencing data streams, comprehension dawned:
As India’s Lord of the Dead, Blackman detected anomalies—souls claimed by abyssal creatures vanished before reaching hell, absorbed during the entities’ return to the abyss.
"So he sensed Prithvi’s manifestation too."
Prithvi, a deity of rules, embodied eternal existence through cosmic principles—indestructible while her governing laws endured.
Blackman, a deity forged by the God of Death, derives his divine authority and power from this primordial entity. Like other deities of his kind, the God of Death himself originated as a mortal being, ascending through cultivation, tempering his divine rank, and comprehending cosmic laws to ignite the sacred flames of godhood.
"Had I foreseen Blackman’s arrival, I wouldn’t have revealed Prithvi so prematurely," murmured Ye Linlang, her silver hair swaying as she shook her head. The earth goddess’s manifestation had become a fulcrum shifting tectonic plates of divine politics – not only did Prithvi’s ancient connection to Indian territory eclipse both Blackman and his creator in spiritual precedence, but her awakening also unearthed dangerous truths about the evil god’s prison.
Ye Linlang absently traced her jawline, already calculating headlines. This story – touching on divine descents and the vanished pantheons of antiquity – would surely yield billions in Fantasy Points before the week’s end.
Though Blackman’s celestial energy effortlessly restrained the writhing abyssal creature, annihilation remained suspended by divine decree. The Father God’s prohibition against direct intervention in the human realm hung heavy, compounded by the lingering aura of that other deity…
Even across dimensions, the newcomer’s puissance pressed against Blackman’s consciousness like a dying star.
"Patience," the Lord of the Dead resolved.
His divine senses mapped India’s spiritual landscape with crystalline clarity – no other godly presence existed beyond himself and the recent arrival. Memories surfaced of the Father God’s teachings: this land once teemed with divinities before the great slumber claimed all but a few. Now the source world’s reopening stirred ancient powers. Even those maintaining celestial vigil would soon cast their gaze earthward.
Divine resonance ensured no awakening went unnoticed. When a dormant godkindled their power for mortal intervention, cosmic ripples inevitably followed.
*
"India aborted their nuclear launch – peculiar timing." Lin Jing’s finger hovered over holographic satellite feeds showing armed warheads frozen at T-minus 120 seconds.
"Their top extraordinary Neh claims capacity to neutralize the abyssal threat," Liang An reported without glancing up from his data slate. Embassy communiqués scrolled through his augmented reality display. "Supposedly received intelligence from divine sources – calls it a ‘corrupted variant’."
The Analysis Department chief materialized a holographic flowchart as he spoke, crimson emergency lights casting sharp angles across his face. Beside him, the Information Division’s chief manipulated spectral newsfeeds with practiced gestures.
"Divine intervention? Their pantheon’s stirring again?" Lin Jing’s tone carried weary familiarity – Olympus’s thunderbolts and Asgard’s bifrost had made gods routine in their line of work. "Which avatar? Shiva’s dance? Vishnu’s incarnation? Brahma’s breath?"
Liang An finally looked up, retinal scanners flickering as they disengaged. "Prithvi."
The name hung between them like an unanswered prayer. Lin Jing’s hand instinctively reached for his neural interceptor before Liang An stopped him with a raised palm.
"No need for mythologists yet. Basic profile: Prithvi, primordial earth mother to India’s Dalits – essentially their creator goddess. Descended two minutes before nuclear ignition threshold to parley with Neh."
As Liang An spoke, archival footage of Neolithic fertility idols materialized – curved stone figures glowing with newly deciphered divine resonance. "Narrative from Neh’s debrief: this abyssal variant stems from imprisoned evil gods attempting jailbreak through tier-three bioforms."
"Evil gods?" Lin Jing’s data slate auto-cross-referenced Vatican exorcism reports and Sumerian cuneiform analyses.
"Corrupted during the abyssal invasion wars," Liang An confirmed. Security holograms shifted to display chained deities writhing in lightless voids – the evil god’s prison’s latest surveillance leaks. "Prithvi’s apparently the warden. Made Neh an interesting offer…"
He flicked a file containing prayer protocols to Lin Jing’s device. "Divine assistance on demand. Veracity pending, but the pattern matches Asgard’s Valkyrie pacts last quarter."
Outside the armored briefing room, unnoticed by either chief, the Special Bureau’s seismographs began recording tremors along the Indo-Gangetic Plain – not tectonic shifts, but something far older stirring beneath the earth.
