MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 760 Preaching

Laplace continent.

This is a land with a round sky over a thousand kilometers long and wide.

In its center, there is a huge mountain named "Kimonde" by Thulhu. His residence and research institute are located here.

The laboratory is full of science fiction and is made of metal.

Thulhu is lying on the easy chair, before scenes from the Laplace continent: "When the first life Montage appeared, from the soup of life, one after another mythical life emerged. , There is a flying'Avit', a flame-manipulating'Flem', and other strange creatures. Unfortunately... they are all single creatures, and they don't form a group. And their strength is equivalent from birth The myth-level professional at Tier 6 is already very good..."

The sixth-order myth is the limit of race potential.

In the future, if you want to become a god, it is not your blood, but your own comprehension, or the favor of the [Creator], to bestow the domain and authority.

"Laplace, Propgate, and Atmersfield are three exceptions..."

Thulhu has discovered the limits of its creator (pseudo).

Because his rank is only 9, he splits the authority at most, creating an eighth rank of true god.

In any case, it is impossible to directly create another ninth-order dominator-level god!

"Similarly, the true [Creator] may be able to directly create a ninth-order master, but absolutely cannot create another [Creator]... and once a tenth-order existence is cultivated in its own world, it represents a certain Kind of breakthrough?"

"So, my goal now is to cultivate a ninth-tier master-level **** in my own world?"

"Speaking of...I don't even know what the potential of my creations is..."

The Creator could not afford the price of promoting all the gods, so he could only let them realize the breakthrough by themselves.

Of course, to promote several demigods, they still have that ability.

Thulhu looked down and saw the first ‘eldest son’, Montage.

...

puff!

Montage was wrapping a murloc with three heads with thick tentacles.

Its large number of suckers are piercing into the opponent's body, releasing violent toxins.

Although they are all brothers and sisters who came out of the soup of life, they all seem to have inherited a trace of chaos from the devil. They are very aggressive and like to hunt each other and swallow them.

"I...Montage...the strongest..."

When the three-headed murloc gave up struggling, all of Montic's tentacles squirmed together, and a roar of soul fluctuations was heard from the sky.

"Yeah...yah..."

In the sky, a creature resembling a pterodactyl with black feathers on its surface passed by, making a disapproving sound.

It is the aviator'Avit', whose head is watching Montage's every move, trying to take its prey.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

This world is full of savage and ignorant primitive laws everywhere.

Just as the war was about to start.

A voice came into the minds of Avit and Montic.

"Come...Central...Holy Mountain!"

This is a unique language. Maybe they don’t have the concept of ‘language’, only simple soul fluctuations, but it does not hinder the understanding of the meaning.

And in this voice, there is a unique power that makes all the ancient rulers stop fighting and eating.

The intense desire makes them scramble to fly or crawl to the source of the sound-the giant mountain that stands in the middle of the Laplace continent!

The flying ‘Avit’ was the first to arrive.

It saw the metal hall, and in front of the hall, a humanoid ‘ugly’ creature.

The other party has no convenient wings, no bright feathers, and a very small body.

But the next moment, the creature just glanced at it, and the huge pressure fell, causing Avit to crawl on the ground and waited quietly.

Thulhu sat on the marble and waited for seven days and nights.

Of course, this world does not yet have the concept of day and night, but he himself has his own way of calculating.

Immediately, he looked around his eyes and sighed.

Under His feet, there was already a circle of monsters creeping:

Pterosaurs with black feathers, octopus monsters with arms and legs, wriggling flesh, evil eyes with black hair all over, and a burning flame...

"How do you look... Why are they all crooked melons and split dates..."

'Their life templates are not enough or not perfect enough, they may collapse at any time, and they don’t know what their potential is...At this time, if I let my petitioner or even Ms. Glory reincarnate, I will not help them, but harm them... '

‘Maybe... I should intervene, such as designing a few human templates? ’

Thulhu covered his forehead and sighed secretly.

Immediately, he scanned a circle with majesty, and slowly said: "I am the original creator!"

No need to say more.

In just one sentence, the concepts of ‘language’, ‘creator’, etc. have been directly passed into every soul who listens to life.

This original language, with its own sacred attributes, has become the first and oldest "word of God"!

"Today, I call you to come, give you wisdom, and preach for you!"

The so-called ‘Tao’! Naturally it is a cultivation system.

These creatures are uniquely endowed with a mythological level by birth. Thulhu wants to see if they can become gods after they learn to practice.

"The road to transcendence, first of all, lies in understanding..."

Thulhu, regardless of other things, talked about it for himself.

Many ignorant creatures have just turned on their wisdom, they are ignorant and don't know the passage of time.

"Cultivation by yourself, wait until the holy mountain shines, then come up and listen..."

After a hundred years have passed, Thulhu waved and sent all the creatures down Kemund Mountain.

The huge light immediately blocked the mountain, and no creature could continue to climb.

"Follow... your will, the original... Creator!"

The ancient rulers made intermittent voices ~www.novelbuddy.com~ glanced at each of them and chose different directions to leave.

They dare not kill under the holy mountain, which is undoubtedly a blasphemy to the Creator.

At this time, the creator was scratching his forehead helplessly: "A group of mentally retarded, idiots... It turns out that the idiots have opened up their wisdom, and they are still a group of idiots!"

He has been patiently teaching for more than a hundred years, and he feels that these guys are still beasts, and there is not much change, especially on the transcendent road!

Thulhu was literally burst into tears by their ignorance.

"Perhaps... I should change the way?"

He touched his chin, and he was thinking: "Of course...At the same time, he must make second-hand preparations..."

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‘The ancient rulers appeared, listened to the call of the original creator, and came to the sacred mountain Kermond, where they were given wisdom by the creator—the second chapter of the ancient Thulhu myth. ’