Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Ancient History of the Creation of the Heavens

A statue came into view.

This statue had chiseled features, with a bare, corded-muscled upper body. Its lower half was wrapped in an animal hide skirt, standing barefoot while gripping an ancient divine axe that radiated a majestic aura.

"Could this be the master of the Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest?" An Emperor Venerable stared at the statue, reverence flashing in his eyes.

"Highly possible."

The crowd speculated.

"Let’s go deeper." Emperor Venerable Yama stepped forward, entering the Origin Palace alongside the Dao King.

The others followed one after another.

The Origin Palace was perfectly square, with each corner guarded by a Divine Beast statue—Taotie, Tánglù, Chaos, and Qióngqí—infamous symbols of the Four Fiends.

These four fearsome creatures seemed positioned as guardians of the hall.

Beyond them, the grand hall stood empty except for that peculiar statue.

The Dao King studied the axe-wielding figure, slowly approaching it.

"The master of the Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest built this divine hall at the peak of the Jianmu divine tree for a reason," Emperor Venerable Mi Luo solemnly declared. "There must be something we’ve overlooked."

Whoosh!

At that moment, a wisp of wind stirred within the hall.

"Look at the walls!" Great Emperor Ziwei, sharp-eyed, noticed the shift first.

Across all four walls, from left to right, murals began to emerge—one per wall, completely covering the surfaces.

The paintings were bizarre and profoundly mysterious.

"These four murals appear arranged in chronological order," Su Miao Zhen detected a pattern.

She walked to the first mural: it depicted swirling chaos—no sky, no earth, only eternal cosmic darkness pierced by the faintest glimmer of dawn.

Within that dark chaos, ancient beings drifted indistinctly, their true forms impossible to discern.

"How similar this scene is to primordial chaos!" Emperor Venerable Yama said in a hushed, tense voice.

"Wrong."

The Dao King replied calmly, "This isn’t mere chaos. It’s the state before heaven and earth split—where all life remained motionless. Those hazy silhouettes could be… beings that existed long before."

"Pre-existent beings?" Emperor Venerable Yama’s gaze sharpened. "Innate Divine Beings?"

"You’re saying this mural depicts the era preceding creation? How can you be certain?"

As these words echoed, all eyes snapped onto the Dao King.

The history of the creation itself hadn’t been passed down. It had vanished through the ages, buried in time’s dust.

They knew this universe was born of creation, yet who accomplished it remained unknown.

Not even Duobao Daoist or Lin Qianmo held any memory of such things.

And Ye Xu—he knew nothing at all.

"I guessed it," said Dao King indifferently. "Since this hall is called the Origin Palace, it must be related to origin. This painting is chaotic and misty; it should depict the scene before the creation of the heavens and the earth."

"It shouldn’t be hard to guess, right?"

The crowd nodded thoughtfully.

"Look at this one," Emperor Venerable Mi Luo walked from left to right to the second mural.

In the second mural, in the chaos, a giant suddenly appeared, tearing apart time and space and the chaos. Then more giants appeared, seemingly engaged in a fierce fight.

"This giant looks so familiar…" Emperor Venerable Mi Luo said with a solemn gaze. After a few moments, he suddenly realized and looked toward the statue in the Origin Palace, gasping in shock, "Isn’t that Him?"

Awakened by Emperor Venerable Mi Luo’s remark, the crowd suddenly understood.

The giant in the mural, holding the divine axe, was clearly the prototype of the statue in the hall.

"If these beings are truly Innate Divine Beings, why were they fighting?" questioned the Palace Master of the Holy Mother Palace.

Lin Qianmo frowned deeply.

She had heard some legends about the ancient history of the creation of heavens and earth in the Immortal Realm before, but they were just fragments and could not fully describe the entire period’s facts.

"Perhaps because of treasures," said Emperor Venerable Yama.

At the end of the second mural, many Innate Divine Beings were beheaded, and that giant holding the divine axe also perished.

This battle caused the chaos to collapse, and Pure Energy rose to become the heavens, Turbid Energy sank to become the earth.

The giant’s eyes turned into the sun and moon, eternally illuminating the universe.

His limbs, head, and torso transformed into a vast continent, enduring for eternity.

"Pangu…" murmured Ye Xu.

In his previous life, he had heard this scene described so many times that his ears had grown calloused; he was all too familiar with it.

It was exactly derived from the creation of heavens and earth by Pangu.

"This is the Creation Divine Being!"

Seeing this, everyone was stunned. They had originally imagined the statue was the master of the Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest, but they had never expected that the statue’s prototype was actually an innate god who created the universe.

This innate god perished, his flesh turned into the continent, his fine hairs turned into ancient trees, and his blood flowed into rivers.

The Innate Divine Beings who fell in this battle also transformed into various worlds.

"Is this the origin of all realms?"

Lin Qianmo’s heart shook with awe; could those worlds all have evolved from the bodies of Innate Divine Beings?

What world did this continent transformed by the Creation Divine Being become?

"This is just the second mural; there are two more murals after it," said Emperor Venerable Mi Luo.

The first two murals recounted the ancient history of the creation of heavens and earth.

Probably, the latter two murals also concealed great secrets.

Ye Xu walked to the third mural. After the creation of heavens and earth, the universe became clear, and spiritual energy surged. That blood of the Creation Divine Being turned into rivers and seas, flowing through all realms.

This sea was definitely the Sea of All Realms.

Within the Sea of All Realms, postnatal beings were gradually born—the earliest of their kind, neither human, beast, nor demon.

"The era of the Primordial being has arrived,"

Lin Qianmo murmured.

The Primordial beings were born in the Sea of All Realms, conceived from the flesh and spiritual energy of the Innate Divine Beings, infused with spiritual energy. Upon birth, they wielded the power to shatter the heavens and rend the earth.

These Primordial beings dared to challenge the innate gods.

The already fragile world was battered until the sky shattered and the earth quaked. Both Primordial beings and innate gods suffered casualties, and from this chaos, more worlds were born.

In the final part of the third mural, innate deities and demons coupled, giving rise to the races of gods and demons.

The races of gods and demons continually grew stronger, allying themselves with the Innate Divine Beings. The Primordial beings suffered defeat after defeat.

The heavens and earth became increasingly broken.

In a corner of the mural, a wisp of light emerged.

The third mural ended.

Having viewed all three murals, everyone present was utterly stunned, unable to speak for a long time.

Each mural represented a distinct historical phase: the creation of the heavens, followed by the struggle for dominance between the Primordial beings and the Innate Divine Beings.

Subsequently, the Innate Divine Beings joined forces, creating the races of gods and demons to suppress the Primordial beings.

Yet, the endless slaughter and destruction between these two factions caused the heavens and earth to crack apart, order to collapse, and frequent natural disasters, painting a scene of utter apocalypse.

Many fell into deep contemplation.

Ye Xu, however, was inwardly critical.

The painter had deliberately left a cliffhanger at the end, which sparked his intense curiosity. He immediately shifted his gaze to the fourth mural.

He wanted to verify his own speculation.

The fourth mural continued from the wisp of light that concluded the previous one. It depicted a white-clad goddess, whose faint image had appeared fleetingly in the first mural.

This white-clad goddess held the seven-colored divine stone. Diligently and tirelessly, over an immeasurable span of time, she finally mended the shattered sky and restored the earth.

"First, Pangu created the heavens; now, Nuwa repairs the heavens. Is Nuwa creating humanity next?" Ye Xu thought to himself.

The familiarity of the scene stirred complex emotions within him.

The myths of this universe bore such a striking resemblance to those of his own.

The sole difference was that this particular universe harbored no Blue Star.

Otherwise, Ye Xu might have wondered if he was even still in the same universe.

Ye Xu continued his examination.

After the heavens were repaired, the power of the seven-colored divine stone merged with the cosmos.

Thus, the universal Heavenly Dao was born.

The heavens and earth acquired consciousness.

This development did not surprise Ye Xu.

The seven-colored divine stone contained the power of the Heavenly Dao. Once the white-clad goddess completed the Repairing the heavens, it was inevitable that the stone’s power would integrate into the universe, catalyzing extraordinary transformations.

Ye Xu suddenly realized that the birth of the Heavenly Dao was an important milestone in the development of this universe.

However, the master of the mural did not unveil this.

"This mural appears to depict the origin of the myriad races," said Emperor Venerable Mi Luo with a grave demeanor.

With the birth of the Heavenly Dao, more and more races were born.

They seemed to have been created out of nothing.

Without fathers or mothers.

Meanwhile, the white-clad goddess molded earth to craft humans, forming clay dolls that, upon hitting the ground, turned into naked little people, hopping and skipping.

The humans emerged.

Ye Xu’s gaze froze, and his thoughts grew rigid.

If the humans in this world were truly created by the white-clad goddess, how was that different from the legend of Nuwa crafting humans?

With so many coincidences present, it could no longer be considered a coincidence.

He looked at the couple from Empress Nuwa Palace.

The two appeared stunned and emotionally stirred, yet from their expressions, they seemed not to recognize the white-clad goddess in the mural.

Ye Xu found it even stranger.

Empress Nuwa Palace claimed to possess the bloodline of the Empress Nuwa clan; how could they fail to recognize their own creation ancestor?

Were they jesting?

But the two were indeed clueless.

"Perhaps they are merely descendants of some little figure the white-clad goddess molded casually," Ye Xu mused in his heart.

This possibility was highly plausible.

The myriad races coexisted, with the Innate Divine Beings holding lofty positions and the Primordial beings displaying formidable power; the two factions still fought, though far less fiercely than before.

The so-called acquired myriad races were mostly prey for the Innate Divine Beings, Primordial beings, and races of deities and demons, occupying a lowly status.

Numerous races erected totems.

Those totems were either Primordial beings or Innate Divine Beings.

It seemed this alone could grant them a sliver of a chance to survive.

At that point, the content of the four murals was fully displayed.

"Reading this segment of history, it feels arduous and tumultuous, with many storms and waves; how did our forebears endure it and reach the present day?" remarked one Emperor Venerable with mixed emotions.

Most of them voiced their agreement.

Among them, humans and acquired races formed the majority, with descendants of deities and demons being nearly absent.

Seeing the final mural, they all experienced a resonance.

"It’s just a shame there is no subsequent content."

The crowd sighed repeatedly.

Ye Xu remained calm.

He indeed knew what came next.

That was the birth of the human ancestor.

The human ancestor was born and probed for a set of cultivation systems, enabling the acquired myriad races to gradually master cultivation methods, draw power from heaven and earth, and rise in anger against the Innate Divine Beings and the Primordial beings.

But this was not recorded in the murals.

Dao King’s gaze flickered as his thoughts raced.

"The ancient history of the creation of the heavens recorded in this Origin Palace is so detailed; what origin does this recorder have?"

"Moreover, the birth of the Heavenly Dao actually stemmed from the Repairing the Heavens."

"The secrets here are utterly astounding."

Dao King felt a surge of fervor.

Today’s vision struck his Dao heart, yet it strengthened Dao King’s resolve; the so-called attaining immortality was only a beginning.