Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel-Chapter 937 - 9: The Primordial Descends!

Elf Holy City, Central Holy Hall.

All the deities gathered in the meeting room, divine might clashing like a storm on the brink of eruption.

At this moment, the Elf Pantheon was deeply divided:

On one side, led by Pallas, the God of Wisdom and Art, and Artemis, the Moon God, more than two-thirds of the deities gathered, their faces a mix of anger, gloom, and disappointment;

On the other side, only a few deities headed by Helios, the Sun God, and Mars, the War God, stood in sharp confrontation.

"No, absolutely not! Elder brother, this is a blasphemy against the Mother God, I absolutely will not allow you to commit such a desecration!"

Artemis was trembling with anger, looking at Helios with disappointment and fury, her clear, ethereal voice now tinged with sharpness.

"Why not? The Mother God has never forbidden us from ascending to the realm. If we can advance further, we can be closer to the Mother God, to hear Her teachings."

Mars, the War God, frowned.

"Indeed, Lord Helios has found the key to the supreme realm. If we can advance further, we will make the Mireya Gods submit completely!"

"This power was personally granted to Lord Helios by the Mother God, already tacitly approved by Her Majestic Self. Don't you all want to see the Elf Clan reach the true heights?"

Helios, who sat calmly in the center of the deities' focus, had a wisp of pale divine power swirling between his fingers, exuding an aura that made the deities tremble.

The opposing deities gazed warily at the divine power in Helios's hand, while Kris, the God of Harvest and Celebration, was furious:

"Absurd! This is clearly the evil power of those Mireya alien gods, you... Do you want to desecrate the gods?!"

"Evil power? Lord Kris, take a good look, this is a higher power than ours, it's the power of creation! Don't forget, those Mireya Old Gods, even though fallen, are still descendants of the Creator God, this power belongs to the Mother God!"

"Foolishness! Such foolishness! You've been blinded by this evil power! Open your eyes and see clearly! How could such evil power be the power of our Lord?!"

"Heh, Artemis, this is your limitation after all, no wonder your power can never catch up with Lord Helios. Our Lord is the supreme Creator, the divine forces of the Eastern and Western Continents are merely the positive and negative aspects of our Lord's power, we are simply receiving the gift of our Lord's power from the Eastern Continent, or do you... really think there are two Creator Gods?"

"I... I... In any case...! The power of creation is the authority of the Mother God! And Her power definitely isn't like this!"

"Heh... archaic."

"You...!"

The Elf Gods argued red-faced, on the verge of fighting.

Until Pallas, the God of Wisdom and Art, with a grim face, unfolded his vast divine power:

"Enough!"

This oldest god of the Elf Clan looked complicatedly at the maladive Helios, with a sliver of fatigue in his expression.

His gaze sharpened suddenly, and his voice turned stern:

"Helios, tell the truth, what exactly do you intend to do?"

Helios raised his head, his golden pupils gentle yet aloof:

"I am merely acting according to the will of our Lord. The supreme realm, when has our Lord ever stopped us from ascending?"

The God of Wisdom and Art's gaze grew more complex.

He looked deeply at Helios, sighed somewhat wearily:

"Your power has long been the strongest among us."

"What you wish to do, none of us can truly stop you."

"I hope you... truly remember the teachings of 'Our Lord', remember... your original intentions..."

...

One hundred years later.

A giant tower, entirely forged from Sun Gold Stone and inscribed with numerous Elf Runes, pierced the clouds, reaching towards the high heavens.

This Stair of Creation, the Heaven-Reaching Tower, was built over eighty years by Helios using divine blood as a medium.

Under the tower's base, over seventy percent of the Western Continent's earth vein energy was forcibly drawn, transforming into a visible golden vortex that coiled around the tower, causing the air to crystalize due to the thick magic power.

Tens of thousands of elf believers kneeled at the base of the tower, faces filled with zeal, praying day and night, pleading for the primordial blessing.

These were the original believers that had exploded in growth on the Western Continent over the past few decades.

As of today, nearly half of the Elf Clan's population, unknowingly, viewed the Primordial as the supreme.

And today, they all gathered here, waiting for the exciting divine miracle to come.

At the altar at the top of the tower.

Helios, clad in a golden Divine Robe, was holy yet majestic.

He spread his hands, a constantly flickering Sun Holy Emblem appearing on his chest.

Around him, twelve elf deities who supported him, all with fervent expressions, stood in four directions, forming a belief network that condensed divine power.

Mars, the War God, had a burning gaze, but his pale-laden eyes appeared somewhat chaotic:

"If we succeed, we can surpass myths and redefine the cosmic order."

He muttered to himself and surveyed the gods outside the tower, sneering as he unfolded defensive Divine Arts.

Outside the tower.

The elf mythical gods opposing Helios gathered, looking at Helios and the other gods on the tower, their faces ashen.

However, feeling the divine power far beyond theirs, they could do nothing.

"Madness... He actually dares to use this tower to connect with the Primordial, trying to ascend to supremacy!"

Kris, the God of Harvest and Celebration, clenched his Divine Staff tightly, his knuckles white.

"Blasphemy! This is blatant blasphemy! It will surely provoke the wrath of the Mother God!"

The elven mythical gods were displeased.

Only Artemis and another deity, resembling an octopus, stood silently in the void.

That deity, who resembled an octopus, was the very creature Artemis and Helios saved - a stranded octopus.

It had unexpected talent, reaching the demigod position seventy years ago, naming itself Oceanus and aligning with the Elf Clan, being granted the title of Ocean God by the Elf Pantheon, hence leaping into a new true god by harnessing the faith of marine life.

"Artemis, I... I feel it's still somewhat inappropriate. Will Helios truly succeed? I am somewhat uneasy..."

Looking at the figure on the tower, Oceanus felt uneasy.

Head raised toward the figure on the tower, Artemis's silver eyes reflected that golden figure, her expression unreadable.

"With the sun as the crown, and stars as the guide." — "Oh great Creator God, your loyal descendant, humbly seeks Your Divine Grace here—!"

Atop the tower, Helios, full of zeal, chanted in a loud voice.

Accompanying his words a change unfolded across the world!

Blazing radiance burst forth, and pale mists spread across the continent, surging toward the tower like a tide, while the land beneath it withered, and rivers evaporated.

The elves at the base of the tower continued to smile widely.

They extended their arms wide.

Numerous elf deities' expressions changed suddenly.

"Plunder...! It's energy plundering!"

"Pollution...! And the contamination of will...!"

"This can't be! This isn't the power of the Creator, this isn't an ascension ritual, it's a conspiracy to seize power!"

"No! Hurry... we must stop him!"

The Elf Gods tried to act but they were overpowered by an incomparably massive force that held all attempting to act in place...

Suddenly... the sky shattered.

A massive pale eye, the size of a plane, opened in the heavens, gazing indifferently at the entire world.

The Primordial... had descended.