I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

”It is you.”

The white‑haired elder, the Creation God on Yao Black’s side—Yahweh—looked at Nuwa Saint, who had appeared before him, and spoke calmly.

A pale golden Code floated before him, turning its pages without wind.

”Very well, let me see whether your Path of Creation is stronger, or my Path of Creation proves superior.”

”God said, Let there be light.”

Yahweh’s voice rang out across the Battle of the Gods.

This was almost his signature opening.

As soon as his words fell, an incomparably dazzling, piercing light shone down from above the Battle of the Gods.

Under the intense radiance, the soil beneath their feet began to sprout countless tender shoots; in the blink of an eye, those shoots grew into towering trees, rising up from the earth.

Each of those towering trees carried the Power of a Creation God, sweeping toward where Nuwa stood.

Facing this probing attack, Nuwa did not move her feet.

She lightly waved her sleeve; a Celestial Refining Furnace that could smelt all things condensed before her.

”Creation, all things.”

Nuwa gave a soft shout. In the next instant, those towering trees surging toward her broke down at a speed visible to the naked eye into countless particles, drawn into the Celestial Refining Furnace.

Then, she raised her hand again, sending a Seal Technique onto the furnace.

The furnace mouth flipped downward; a five‑colored torrent spewed out from within, recombining into countless sharp Flying Swords that could sever metal.

Infinite Flying Swords gathered into one sword, transforming into a gigantic longsword, sweeping horizontally.

The sky‑filling towering trees were all cut in half by that one sword, clearing the field in an instant.

The longsword, wrapped in Golden Spear Qi, slashed toward Yahweh’s face.

The Code before him turned its pages; words followed law.

”God said, Let there be fire.”

Whoosh!

Within the Code, a mass of divine flames, vast beyond imagination, roared to life.

The Golden Spear Longsword that was about to cleave Yahweh’s face suddenly began melting from the tip, turning into scalding, gold‑red molten iron.

Not only that, the flames that seemed able to burn all things turned into a Fire Dragon, rolling back to pounce toward Nuwa Saint.

This time, Nuwa formed a spell with both hands; azure light blossomed once more within the Celestial Refining Furnace.

A Water Dragon leapt out from the Celestial Refining Furnace with a thunderous roar, in turn devouring the Fire Dragon before it entirely.

Not only that, once replenished, the Water Dragon grew several times thicker than before; terrifying mists spread, about to drown the ground where Yahweh stood.

Yahweh folded his hands into his sleeves and spoke again:

”God said, Let there be earth.”

As his words fell, the soil beneath his feet suddenly wrapped around him; endless earth continued piling up, in an instant forming a gigantic earth Puppet.

The gigantic earth Puppet opened its huge mouth, and like a great whale drinking water, swallowed the entire Water Dragon.

But before it could digest the Spiritual Power contained within the Water Dragon, it was shocked to find countless green vines sprouting over its surface, binding it up like a rice dumpling.

Yahweh was spat out from within the gigantic earth Puppet.

Seeing the two vine giant pythons behind him, Yahweh did not move. As they were about to coil around him, a long spear appeared at his side.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

Countless spear shadows tore all the approaching vines to shreds.

The sky‑filling spear shadows thrust toward Nuwa, only to be blocked in midair by infinite sword light.

Yahweh grabbed at the void once more; a golden Holy Spear appeared in his hand, and tons upon tons of seawater poured out of the Holy Grail.

Under Nuwa’s feet, a great cauldron suddenly appeared, cleaving the waters and shielding her body.

In the span of just a few breaths, these two Creator God Level existences had already exchanged several rounds, revealing their methods in full.

The battle scene became dazzling to the eye in an instant.

Fortunately, those in the viewing stands were all Creator God Level beings, able to see clearly the details of their exchange.

As the battle reached a fever pitch, Fu Xi Saint suddenly withdrew his gaze, looked at Han Zhan, who was utterly focused beside him, and asked:

”Who do you think will win?”

”Nuwa Saint.” Han Zhan answered without hesitation.

”Oh? Why?”

”Because of consumption.” Han Zhan said seriously.

Nuwa and God were both the most powerful Creator Gods; their strength was on par.

If they truly contended, judging purely from Realm and strength, it would indeed be hard to decide.

However, this is the Battle of the Gods.

”The Spiritual Power in the Battle of the Gods is constant.”

”That means that most Spiritual Power consumption can only come from oneself; to borrow Spiritual Power from the outside world is extremely difficult.”

”Yahweh’s Path of Creation excels at creating things from nothing; compared to Nuwa Saint’s Path of Creation, its Spiritual Power consumption is greater.”

Nuwa’s Path of Creation was more flexible than the Path of Creation, and could even, in the midst of battle, turn the opponent’s Spiritual Power into her own.

That was her way to victory!

Han Zhan’s analysis made Fu Xi Saint nod in agreement.

At this moment, the clashes between the two in the arena had also entered a white‑hot stage.

On Nuwa Saint’s side, the Celestial Refining Furnace hovered above her head, the Creation Cauldron beneath her feet, with the Five-Colored Immortal Sword circling around her.

On Yahweh’s side, the Code guarded his body, the Holy Spear at his flank, and a golden, dazzling Holy Grail in his hand.

Their auras were rising and colliding step by step.

All kinds of transformations and void‑born creations evolved before them, consumed, grew, and were consumed again.

Thus, as the cycle repeated, it seemed to verify Han Zhan’s earlier prediction.

Suddenly, the Holy Grail in Yahweh’s hand gave a crisp crack, and a fissure appeared.

The sound of the fissure forming was extremely faint.

Yet within the entire Battle of the Gods, it was incomparably clear.

For the first time, Yahweh’s indifferent face showed a change.

With the Holy Grail damaged, the protective radiance on Yahweh’s body dimmed.

As one waned and the other waxed, the momentum on Nuwa Saint’s side suddenly pressed down.

Crack, crack.

More fissures appeared upon the Holy Grail.

Even a Creation God, once the Spiritual Power within the body is exhausted, cannot maintain the state of peak perfection.

The scales of victory began to tilt toward the Human Race.

”You have lost.”

Nuwa raised her eyes slightly; sacred radiance burst forth from them, her aura climbing step by step, rising ever higher. Suddenly, she stepped forward.

Seeing Nuwa move thus, Yahweh, Holy Grail in hand, found himself unable to move at all.

He could only watch Nuwa come toward him.

”Do you know where you lost?”

”Where the Creation Dao surpasses the Creation Dao lies in its flexible transformations.”

”You lost because, though you are a Creation God, you only remain aloof on high. The Path of Creation, however great, can never truly be like a rootless tree that grows eternally.”

”But the Creation Dao is different. All things—birds, beasts, insects, fish—humans born of this heaven and earth also take joy in this heaven and earth. This is the Dao that Yao Black will never understand!”

When Nuwa finished speaking.

She had already come to stand before Yahweh.

The golden Code floating in midair was withering page by page, and the Holy Grail clenched in his hand also shattered at this very moment.

The Holy Spear was snapped by the Sword Qi of Nuwa’s sword, and along with it, Yahweh’s divine body was severed.

In the first battle, on the Human Race side—Nuwa wins!