Chapter 2938 - The World of the Gods

Inside the Human Divine Palace, there was peace at the moment. There were no conflicts or disputes. Everything appeared like a place out of this world that was exceptionally tranquility.

In front of a palace, the Human Ancestor was chatting with a child. The scene was peaceful, in stark contrast to the war currently taking place in the seven realms.

At this time, a strong fluctuation came from the sky. The Human Ancestor raised his head to look up before seeing a divine light descended upon the Human Divine Palace, and someone landed directly in front of him.

Immediately, the Human Ancestor stepped aside and bowed in reverence.

A handsome and extraordinary young man appeared where the divine light fell. His body gradually solidified, and he emerged from that elusive shadow. It seemed as if he was not made of flesh and blood at all.

The child looked at the young man curiously and seemed a little puzzled by him. He looked at the Human Ancestor and wondered why he was so respectful to this young man. Wasn't the Human Ancestor the master of the Human Realm?

"Master," the Human Ancestor bowed and called out, behaving extremely respectfully. It appeared as if the young man was the true master behind the scenes in the Human Realm.

"Sir, who are you?" the child looked at the young man and asked.

The young man's body gradually materialized, and he looked at the child with a gentle smile. He said, "I am the Human Ancestor."

"Human Ancestor!" The child looked at him, then at the other Human Ancestor next to him, asking doubtfully, "Then who is he?"

"He is also the Human Ancestor," the young man responded, "The Human Ancestor is not just one person—there are many Human Ancestors. It is because of this that we are considered the ancestors of mankind."

The child scratched his head, still puzzled. He had no idea what the young man was talking about.

The young man walked up to the child and rubbed his head. He stooped down and said with a smile, "When I was younger, I was just like you, an ordinary person who suffered my share of bullying. That was the era when divine power ruled, when the gods controlled the order of the world. Mortals were like insects, and they could only look up to the gods.

"In the Age of the Gods, the gods held supreme power. When the gods fought, even the heavens were shattered, and many died. My parents, wife, and children were among the unfortunate who died, but even as they died, they did not get so much as a look of sympathy because the gods cared not for the deaths of mortals. In front of the gods, mortals are nothing but ants on the ground. No one would apologize to ants, nor would they have to pay for what they did to the ants. But fortunately, the gods died when the apocalyptic catastrophe destroyed all the gods. It was possible even for the gods who were high above to die.

"It was an era full of fear and hatred. It was the worst of eras, but it was also the best. When all the gods fell, everything in the world would be remade. Without the gods, mortals become the focus of the world."

The young man spoke calmly as if he was telling a story from the ancient past.

"Gods are nothing; they are just mortals who control powerful forces. They can die, and they have emotions just like everyone else. They think like mortals, so mortals are gods, and everyone can become a god."

"Will I be able to do that too?" the child asked innocently, looking at the young man with some longing in his eyes.

"Of course," the young man nodded. "God and man, the divine and the mortals are one and the same."

Having said that, he stretched out his hand with a drop of water in his palm and asked, "What is this?"

"A drop of water," the child replied.

The water droplet floated into the air, and in that tiny water droplet, a terrifying force was being born, and the water droplet began to spin. It then flew through the air, and a building in the distance instantly collapsed and shattered, turning into a pile of dust.

"Behold, even a drop of water can have incredible power, but its essence is still of water." The young man looked at the child and continued, "It's the same with people. There is no essential difference between mortals and gods, as they are the same. Do you understand?"

The child shook his head.

The young man smiled as he rubbed the child's head again. He stood up and continued, "It's all right if you don't understand. Everyone in the world is stupid and ignorant because they are controlled by their emotions and desires and can never escape from their grip. This is the reason why this world needs to be remade. "

"But how?" The child asked curiously while his eyes were still fastened on the young man. His eyes were innocent.

The young man looked down at him with a smile, "Create a world of the gods."

"The world of the gods," the child murmured; what kind of a world is the world of the gods?

But in the next moment, he stopped thinking. The young man's body turned into an intense light and shot directly into his body. The child's eyes revealed a pained look, and his face twisted. He looked at the elusive figure in front of him and opened his mouth as if shouting something out. There was despair and fear in his eyes as tears flooded out from them. He reached out his trembling hands, trying to grab something, but ultimately, he was unable to.

Soon, the divine light submerged his body, and the look in the child's eyes changed. It was freezing, with a sense of contempt that disregarded everything as if there was no emotion.

Afterward, he flexed his arm a bit, looked at it, and appeared satisfied.

"It's all right," he said in a low voice.

"Congratulations, Master," said the Human Ancestor next to him.

"I'm the same as you," said the child. Immediately the Human Ancestor understood what he meant and nodded.

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The Human Divine Palace was peaceful and harmonious at the moment, but the war that raged in the seven realms was becoming more fierce. This war had swept through the seven realms at an incredible speed. At this time, there was still a steady stream of cultivators who traveled across domains to participate in the war.

In the Western World of Buddhism, the battles were incredibly fierce. The combined forces of the Dark World and the Empty Divine Realm swept through the Buddhist world. These battles were extremely costly and stained the Buddhist Pure Land with blood. The sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures could be heard everywhere on the land as if they were trying to redeem the dead.

However, just when the war had reached a crescendo, a shocking turn of events occurred. The army of the Dark World that invaded the Buddhist world suddenly stopped fighting against Buddhist cultivators. They now turned their attention to the cultivators of the Empty Divine Realm, and the sudden slaughter caught these cultivators off guard; they had no chance to react to what was happening to them.

Even the cultivators from the Buddhist world were completely stunned and did not understand what was happening. Why would the Dark World and the Empty Divine Realm suddenly turn on one another and start infighting?

The Buddhist cultivators couldn't react for a while. They were content to stand on the sidelines, letting the others fight amongst themselves.

It didn't take long for the battlefield in the Western World of Buddhism to undergo earth-shattering changes. Due to the internal war between the Dark World and the Empty Divine Realm, Buddhist cultivators began the sweep to cut down the power of these two worlds, so the war now turned into a chaotic three-way battle.

However, in the main battlefield of Buddhism, the Western World of Buddhism still held the absolute advantage, causing the cultivators of the other two worlds to suffer steady defeats and be forced into retreat. There was no doubt that if things continued this way, the Dark World and the Empty Divine Realm would eventually be beaten off of the battlefield entirely.

Because of this, the Evil Emperor himself went to the Dark Divine Mountain!