Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel-Chapter 952 - 22: A New Era

In the crimson sea of consciousness, the balance between the two Creator Statuses was instantly shattered.

When countless timelines' "Charlotte" completed the fusion of power, her very existence became the embodiment of the Space-time Law.

That crimson Divine Power was no longer merely a torrent of power; it resembled a long river of space-time spanning eternity, consolidating countless possibilities, its majestic force and grandeur completely overshadowing the pale struggle of the Primordial.

"This... impossible! History has been anchored... how can you still summon parallel space-times?!"

The will of the Primordial twisted within the surging crimson, its voice filled with shock and anger.

Charlotte merely smiled wryly:

"So, I told you long ago..."

"Primordial, you simply don't understand what the [Space-time Law] is."

The girl's response was as calm as time itself, devoid of any heat, yet carrying indisputable absolute authority.

She slowly raised her hand, her movement elegant and simple.

The entire sea of consciousness responded, the intangible Space-time Law instantly manifested, like billions of dazzling threads, tightly entwining and binding that pale glow of the Primordial.

Each thread of the space-time was connected to a possibility ignored or denied by the Primordial, at this moment, these possibilities transformed into the strongest cage.

The Primordial finally panicked.

Roars of fury echoed throughout the crimson sea, the power of creation and destruction was pushed to its extreme, and in an instant, the pale Divine Power erupted with unprecedented intensity.

Countless miniature universes birthed in a split second, nebulae spun, star rivers dazzled, embodying the vast vitality of creation's beginning.

However, before this vitality could bloom, the Primordial itself led it to its end in the very next moment, transforming into the purest and most complete energy of destruction.

These forces compressed to the extreme, like a torrential downpour, crashed toward Charlotte, each strike capable of causing ordinary True Gods to fall a thousand times, where even the void of the sea of consciousness seemed on the verge of total collapse.

But all these ferocious attacks seemed clumsy and futile before Charlotte, who held dominion over [Space-time].

She did not even need to assume a clear defensive posture.

With a mere thought, those pale spheres of light imbued with destructive power slowed to an almost zero speed within a certain proximity to her, as if sinking into an invisible mire, barely creeping forward, never able to touch the hem of her garment.

Time Law, absolute stillness.

While other attacks eerily deviated in trajectory by her side, as if colliding with an invisible prism, randomly refracted and banished into unknown space-time fissures, without leaving a trace of a ripple.

Space Law, absolute deviation.

Charlotte appeared to be standing there quietly.

Yet her "state of existence" was continuously stacking.

Her at the moment the attack came, her with Divine Power gathered at its peak, her with the most resolute will...

"The strongest state" from different time nodes was cleverly layered upon "this moment," enabling her each seemingly casual wave of hand to unleash Blood Divine Power from her fingertips, imbued with accumulated power spanning past, present, and future, easily tearing apart the hastily constructed defenses of the Primordial.

This wasn't a battle at all.

This was a one-sided crushing!

At this moment, utilizing countless cycles of space-time, Charlotte had already achieved absolute suppression over the Primordial's authority!

The Primordial was like an insect trapped in amber.

Each of its struggles only accelerated its process of being completely sealed.

Charlotte's crimson Divine Power steadily stripped away the intricate connections between the Primordial and the Mireya World.

Gradually, the presence of the Primordial began to weaken.

The power that once permeated the foundation of the world began to be compressed and extracted bit by bit by Charlotte, ultimately forced back to the center of this sea of consciousness, into that increasingly dim pale light...

"No——!!!"

With a scream mixed with pain and rage, the pale light severely twisted and expanded, yet swiftly compressed back by the Space-time Law.

As the crimson light at Charlotte's fingertips reached its peak, from the twisted shadow of the Primordial, came a final sharp, venomous threat:

"Charlotte Castel! Stop! Are you going to bury the entire Mireya with your own hands?!"

The threatening words echoed within Charlotte's sea of consciousness, carrying desperate madness.

The glow at Charlotte's fingertip paused slightly.

She indeed understood the implication behind the Primordial's words.

This was not a mere empty threat.

As the Creator God who coexisted for countless eras with the Mireya World, its powers deeply embedded within the world's fundamental laws, the existence of the Primordial itself had long become an inseparable part of Mireya's history, even the cornerstone of its Extraordinary Power.

The Creator Status, cannot be "killed" in the conventional sense.

The so-called "kill" is more like an ultimate conceptual sealing—casting it into absolute silence, a realm of absolute void inaccessible even to time and existence.

And to ensure it cannot return by leveraging the residual "traces" in the world, the executor must simultaneously erase all proofs of its existence from reality.

To the Primordial, this "proof" almost equates to the entire history of the Mireya World's possession of Extraordinary Power.

Those glorious civilizations, those grand epics, those legends of heroes and deities, the brilliance of faith and magic...

All memories, records, and even material changes related to the Primordial Power, and the Extraordinary Power will be erased, utterly disappearing as if wiped away by an eraser.

Artemis, Haral, Sebastian, Nisi...

All faces intertwined with her fate, all memories experienced, will turn to nothingness.

Indeed, she commands space-time, able to reverse time, reconstruct shattered landscapes, and bring back the deceased lives.

But if the "history" that constitutes the world's foundation itself is wiped away, her reversal is like building castles on quicksand, losing the foundational support it needs.

She can create a similar "Mireya," but it will no longer be the homeland bearing the memories she and her companions shared.

No... 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Without primordial power, the Mireya world is bound to revert to the archaic Ancient Era, and even with time reversal, all that can be obtained is an even older, vast wilderness.

The civilization rooted in extraordinary power will not reappear, those characters she is familiar with will not reappear, and all "history" related to extraordinary power will not reappear.

Yet Charlotte did not hesitate.

"Finished speaking?"

The girl softly spoke, her voice still calm, yet carrying a decisiveness that ends everything:

"Without you…"

The crimson light at her fingertips suddenly burst with unparalleled brilliance:

"Then let me become Mireya's history."

Upon finishing her words, the blood divine power concentrated with all her strength transformed into a light piercing eternity, accurately striking the struggling pale!

"You—!!!"

The primordial could only manage a short, incredibly resentful and incredulous roar, the sound stopping abruptly as if choked at the throat…

"Boom—!"

Amidst the massive roar, the pale light flickered and twisted violently within the crimson glow.

It wished to struggle, yet it was futile, under the vast crimson glow, the unstable pale form quickly became thin and transparent, eventually dissipating completely like a pricked illusion…

And at the very moment the primordial consciousness completely disappeared from reality, an intangible yet colossal and irresistible "erasure" began.

The Mireya world, that scorched land shattered in the god war and corroded by pale divine power, its existence itself began to become uncertain.

The extraordinary law from the primordial is being extracted from history, and the related history is rapidly fading, disappearing.

The world is moving towards a more fundamental, total disappearance caused by its foundations being hollowed out.

Only Charlotte, through her superior Creator Status and unique authority over [space-time], forcibly preserved a complete memory of the "Primordial God" amidst this erasure current.

This memory, heavy and profound, contains all the information and essence of the primordial.

She stored it and sealed it within the deepest part of her divine position, constructing a sealing lock centered on her will and divine soul.

The other end of the lock leads to the primordial sunk in eternal silence.

"From now on…"

Charlotte whispered, her indifferent voice echoing in the empty sea of consciousness:

"Unless I willingly abandon or completely fall, you will never return."

Having completed all this, Charlotte's gaze finally turned towards the "departing" Mireya world.

Her eyes, for the first time, showed an extremely complex emotion.

Mireya is not her homeland.

Yet she has lived here for a long time, and crossing space-time has allowed her to possess a memory spanning thousands of years, those familiar faces within the memory, those companions who trust and follow her, have long left traces in her heart.

The primordial did mention one point accurately.

She will not watch the "history" of Mireya world disappear, nor will she watch those companions die.

With these thoughts, Charlotte slowly closed her eyes, pouring all her intentions into the vast [space-time] authority.

"Return... Mireya."

Her soft call seemed to contain the power to create the world.

She began to stir the long river of time, using herself as a fulcrum, and creation divine power as a lever, prying upon the space-time structure of the entire Mireya world!

Under Charlotte's supreme will guidance, the ever-flowing, seemingly irreversible long river of time, emitted a deafening roar, akin to the primordial essence of the universe!

The river rolled back, presenting countless scenes!

The shattered mountains and rivers reassembled rapidly like rewinding images, extinguished stars reignited, and desiccated oceans became filled with blue again… the entire world, in a manner transcending logic, flowed back along the time's trajectory!

Amidst the rapidly changing scenery, the history that vanished due to the primordial's eternal silence began to reappear.

But this is only temporary.

Devoid of the primordial's blessing, the once history is like water without a source, collapsing upon surfacing.

But this was enough.

Charlotte decisively infused her power into it, and the continually collapsing history immediately stabilized temporarily within the crimson glow, flickering and rewinding like a lantern.

Cities rose and then reverted to settlements, the legends of heroes returned to the ordinary… finally, all scenes froze in an ancient era, ignorant yet full of endless vitality and potential!

Charlotte's figure silently appeared above the sky of this continent.

That was before the Primordial God had descended.

She looked down upon this ancient and pure land, slowly opening her arms as if embracing the entire world.

The vast and magnificent blood creation divine power within her body, like finding an outlet, surged out instantly!

"Since there's no longer extraordinary…"

The girl murmured, her ethereal voice echoed between the heaven and earth of the Ancient Era:

"Then let me become your extraordinary, become the origin of all of you…"

As her voice fell, the crimson creation divine power transformed into a rain of light covering the entire world, falling gently.

The rain of light nourished the ancient earth, seeping into every inch of soil, every stream, every leaf, deep into the soul of every naive life.

In this rain of light, the mountains seemed to be infused with spirituality, the flowing rivers began nurturing elves, the branches and leaves of ancient trees moved without wind, emitting faint natural fluctuations, and those primitive ancestors who lived by hunting in ignorance, felt for the first time the strange energy surging within their bodies, different from pure brute force…

At this moment, extraordinary power… appeared in the Mireya world.

A new era, not defined by the primordial but woven and founded by Charlotte, begins the Mythical Era…