Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Book 7, 108: The Final Battle 5

Book 7, Chapter 108: The Final Battle 5

After the human race was sealed by the gods, they were relegated to the lowest-leveled lifeform. Like the other Intelligent Races, they could only eke out a miserable living for themselves.

The gods continued to reign from up on high, enjoying the worship and adulation that their worshippers gave them.

Meanwhile, the pitiful Dream God returned to his carefree existence. As he traveled between various dream realms, he continued to absorb consciousness power.

He spent most of his time living in this leisurely manner until, one day, one of his fruits matured.

Each fruit was a Dream Spirit, and each Dream Spirit was like his child. These Dream Spirits also acted like the Dream God’s arms and legs. They could relay information from the outside world back to him and help him unleash divine power — an ability that was unique to him. Even so, their power was only so-so.

Until one day, one particular Dream Spirit altered its temperament.

Dream Spirits were calm and mischievous by nature. They were mischievous in the sense that they were always chattering to one another, saying all kinds of naive nothings to each other. On the other hand, they were calm because they basically did nothing else besides talk. Every day, they would fly around the divine tree that was the Dream God, with no motivation to leave and mature independently.

One Dream Spirit, however, was different.

It very rarely spoke. Instead, it preferred to be alone, which was why it eventually came to be known as Silence.

Silence, unlike the other Dream Spirits, was not content with remaining where it was. From time to time, it would try to leave the tree and escape into the outside world.

The Dream God was forced to constantly catch it, bring it back, and then lecture it on the dangers of the outside world.

Silence, however, never seemed to listen.

Most of the time, it only ever thought about running to the outside world, and it would even stir up trouble for the Dream God every so often.

For instance, it once stole a thousand-year herb from a god; another time, it sent down rain to a few poor farmers, blessing their crops with rainfall.

And every time, the Dream God had to drag Silence back and lecture it.

Inevitably, Silence would ask, “Father, why must I stay by your side all the time? Why can I not go outside and grow on my own?”

“Because that is a Dream Spirit’s fate. I am your world,” the Dream God replied sternly.

The Dream Spirits lived and died beside the tree. The tree was their entire world.

Silence, however, was different.

It obviously did not plan on accepting this fate.

One evening, it ran away.

It escaped, completely severing itself from the Dream God’s will.

To the Dream God, losing a single Dream Spirit was not very worrying. Even though he was a bit saddened by Silence’s departure, there was only so much that he could do for it.

It wasn’t until many years later that a familiar will suddenly contacted him out of nowhere.

It called him Father.

“Father, I am Silence.”

“Silence?” The Dream God wasn’t even able to recognize the name at first.

Too much time had passed, and he simply had too many children. It was understandable that his memory was limited.

Eventually, however, he remembered.

“Silence, my child. So it’s you. Are you still alive?”

“Yes, Father, I am still alive. My time away from you was not without its own difficulties, but I am lucky enough to have survived.”

“Where are you right now? How did you get into contact with me?”

“I am in a very, very faraway location, and I am contacting you through the Dreamrealm. After all, this is where our consciousness power is amplified many times over.”

“That’s all well and good, but why can I not sense where you are?”

“That’s what I’m here to tell you, Father. I’ve discovered a broad space within the Dreamrealm that has extremely high potential. Father, you are the Dream God, but you have not even begun to explore the Dream God’s full authority yet.”

“Full authority? What are you talking about?” The Dream God was a bit mystified by Silence’s words.

“Your full authority. The Method Power that you control and the influence that you can exert on this world...... That is your full authority!”

“I don’t understand,” the Dream God replied in a confused tone. Even though he was a god, he had still been born from nature. The power that he possessed was entirely dependent on how aware he was of it.

As such, the Dream God did not understand what Silence was talking about.

“That’s alright. All you need to know is that I can make you much, much stronger,” Silence calmly said.

“Much stronger?” The Dream God’s understanding of these two words, on the other hand, was much clearer. After all, the forceful power that the high-tier gods, such as the Lord of Time, could unleash had always made the Dream God incredibly jealous.

And now, Silence was telling him that his longings could become reality.

This made him incomparably excited.

“What should I do?” he asked.

“Construct a Dreamrealm,” Silence straightforwardly replied.

From that point onwards, the Dream God began to construct a dream kingdom with Silence’s help.

The former Dreamrealm was similar to a vast, untamed wilderness. Every creature’s dreams would take root haphazardly, like a fern or a tree in an overgrown forest.

And the Dream God was like a skilled hunter who was the only one who could navigate through this forest and bend it to his will.

The former him, however, had never thought to alter it.

But under Silence’s direction, everything began to change.

He had changed from a hunter to a farmer, and was steadily changing the forest’s appearance.

The Dreamrealm, which was constructed from the dreams of countless lifeforms, was slowly brought under the Dream God’s control and shaped into what he desired. The former primal, untamed aura of the land faded away as it was replaced with a much more domesticated atmosphere. Here, the Dream God was the sole sovereign, the ruler of every creature that inhabited it.

By relying on his absolute status within the Dreamrealm, the Dream God relentlessly absorbed the consciousness power of his followers, drastically increasing his own power.

The Dream Spirits were no longer idle chatterers either.

They all had responsibilities now — to help the Dream God build the Dreamrealm. Each of them had become a construction worker, making their own contributions towards the Dreamrealm.

Of course, at the very beginning, progress was slow. All the Dream God and Silence was able to construct was the beginnings of a small city, which was still surrounded by a vast wilderness.

Even so, a dream world that mirrored the real world quickly began to take shape.

At the same time, a few changes began to take place in the outside realm as well.

Signs of disturbances were resurfacing amongst the humans.

No one knew when or how it had happened, but the humans had somehow managed to break through their seal.

Some of them began cultivating immortal energy once more, stockpiling it for when they would fight against the gods again.

The quashing of their second rebellion, however, was far more severe and oppressive than the first time around.

This was because one of the immortal energy cultivators was unable to withstand the pressure a god was putting on him and accidentally unleashed his energy. The immortal energy, which the gods greatly feared, appeared once more, directly stoking the gods’ panic. All of them personally intervened to wipe out the human race.

In fact, their fear of immortal energy, and by proxy, humans, made them vow to wipe this race off of the face of the planet.

Yes, they would kill them all.

And they in fact succeeded.

Of course, they missed one crucial matter, which was how the humans had managed to break through the seal in the first place, and how they had managed to gather.

Only Silence knew the truth.

Naturally, Silence was the human who had infiltrated the Dream God’s body long ago.

Once his old memories reawakened, he had spent almost all of its time thinking about how he could exact revenge on the gods. To this end, he had purposefully coerced the Dream God into constructing a Dreamrealm so that he could use it to get into contact with the human race and pass along a method to destroy the seal.

Even so, the price that he had ultimately paid — the total annihilation of the human race — almost broke the Human Ancestor.

He had fallen into despair when he realized that the gods were not planning on sparing a single human.

On that day, he left the Dreamrealm and began to wander the real world under the guise of a Dream Spirit.

He knew that this world would never be suited for humans to live in.

At that time, all he had wanted to do was end it all.

But by ending it all, he would also cut off the final lifeline of the human race. They would forevermore cease to exist, bringing all of their pain, suffering, and warfare to an end.

Just when its despair reached a peak, he chanced upon a small lake.

Beside the lake, he saw a corpse.

A human corpse.

One that had died not long ago.

Silence could even sense that the soul refused to dissipate so that it could speak to him and express its grievances.

The aggrieved soul was someone who had been born with a defect that prevented him from ever being able to use immortal energy.

As such, he could only lead the life of a commoner.

Of course, this came with its own benefits — it meant that he had been able to live for just a bit longer than the rest.

He was one of the last humans to die.

Even so, his heart was still filled with sorrow and unwillingness.

He had wanted to die in battle like the other humans and not depart from this world in such a pitiful manner.

His resentment was so deep that even Silence could sense it.

That was when Silence realized that the battle was not over quite yet.

Eventually, the aggrieved soul departed.

The corpse, however, was still present.

Silence stood over the corpse for a long time before finally deciding to step into it.

That was how Silence gave up the body of a Dream Spirit and returned to the body of a human.

Now, he was the only remaining human left alive.

He was the Human Ancestor!

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