Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 375: Chapter 99: Burnt Offerings and Clay Tablets_4

"Another piece of the puzzle."

On the fifth level of the Spirit Realm, Chaos reigned like a sea.

While Ande observed the remnants of the Bronze people in his own little space, in a place far above him, Laine also watched him.

However, different from what Ande believed, this 'teacher' who had instructed him for a time, had never acknowledged him as a student. Just as Laine himself had said, when he handed the puppet to Ande, their fate had already come to an end.

It didn't matter whether Ande could make it to the end, what mattered was that he had validated many of Laine's conjectures through practice.

He was merely an experimental subject; of course, being chosen for this experiment was an opportunity countless mortals could only dream of. And now, although the subject had not grasped the opportunity well, he had completed the experiment from another angle quite satisfactorily.

He confirmed Laine's ideas from two perspectives, even if this illusionary space of faith was only a prototype. Through it, Laine was already able to prove that his approach was not mistaken.

Constructing a nation with faith, replacing mortals' bearing of divinity with this, allowing them to obtain this false 'qualifications.' This was not true ascension to godhood, for once they lost faith, the mortal who became divine through this means would lose everything. It was so easily acquired, yet so dependent on external factors.

Nevertheless, its existence could incite mortals' desire for divinity and practically use their hands to perfect the structure of the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm.

It might still be a bit early, but it didn't matter. The matter with Io gave Laine a hunch that perhaps in the future, there would be a period when he would not have much energy to spare for the Mortal Realm. Therefore, advancing some affairs earlier was not necessarily a bad idea.

So...

"Come—"

With Laine's crisp summon, from somewhere in The Temple, the missing piece of the Civilization Slate arrived in response. Read new chapters at m_v-l'e|-NovelBin.net

It landed in front of Laine, unstable and fluctuating, but Laine simply stretched out his hand and made a hollow grasp in front of it.

The next moment, numerous rays of light leapt out. Among them were ships and chess pieces Ande had seen, and looms and livestock—unseen by him but closely related to civilization—these phantom images. They had been quietly nurtured along with the development of Humans since the previous epoch, when the Golden Human King had acquired knowledge from the Slate within the Seviraz Temple.

And now, they were qualified seeds.

These 'seeds' thus gathered in front of Laine, forming another clay tablet, akin to a replica, in front of the somewhat ethereal Civilization Slate. However, to the true Deity, its existence seemed rather 'hollow.'

Its power was superficial while its core was not as robust.

"Unlike the Codex, every part of you must grow on its own, then eventually return to you... As for this part, since it can change a mortal's destiny, let's call it the Destiny Clay Tablet."

Holding the clay tablet, Laine then gently tossed it. The next moment, the tablet crossed the space and landed at a certain point in the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm.

Palaces sprang from the void; the clay tablet landed squarely in the center, and then a thousand strands of luminance spread out in sequence. Piercing through the barriers of the five-layered space-time, and following the threads of destiny, they plummeted into the vast Mortal Realm.

Divinity is the brightest crystal; the Divine Kingdom is the star in the sky. At this moment, from the perspective of the Mortal Realm, yet another starfall showered from the extreme heavens. But this time, it brought not disaster, but an alternative form of vitality.

"Another starfall... The last one was during the Golden Age, as if foretelling their end; what about this time?"

Admiring the beautiful scene he'd created, Laine smiled silently. In that instant, he seemed to faintly glimpse something.

But that was all in the future. As for now, these 'Stars' that fell from the sky…

Unlike before, this time, as many stars as fell were destined to rise again. In the era belonging to myths, it wasn't just the say of Olympus alone.