All Gods: Starting with Two Families

Chapter 6 The Law of the JungleThat Divine Thought, carrying the majesty of a top-tier beast god, was etched into the depths of Zhou Zheng’s consciousness like a brand.

He did not dare to delay; his Divine Thought instantly locked onto the coordinate information contained within, creating spatial ripples like a pebble tossed into water.

The scene before his eyes changed abruptly.

It was no longer the scorching, boundless desert, but a vast plane filled with a primal and desolate aura.

The air was thick with the scent of damp humus, the pungent smell of blood, and the distinct odors of various wild beasts.

This was the assembly plane established by the Orc Royal Court—Jungle Law.

Unlike the ethereal gods of imagination, the ”gods” here took forms that were almost enlarged and majestic versions of their follower races.

A stalwart Lionman deity, his mane burning like flames, looked around disdainfully; wherever his golden pupils swept, weaker gods lowered their heads one after another.

Not far away, a Tiger-man deity of similarly massive build, covered in black and yellow striped fur with eyes as cold as blades, was sharpening his thick claws against the ground’s rocks, creating a harsh scraping sound as he openly rivaled the Lion God.

This was the path of the Orc God System—Racial Gods! The god and their followers were highly bound together.

More gods were scattered throughout the jungle clearings. The Wolf God had greedy eyes, the Leopard God was elegant yet concealed killing intent, and the Bear God was as silent as a mountain...

These were representatives of the Hunting Gods faction. They occupied the most central and conspicuous positions on the plane, exuding an undisguised aura of predation.

Meanwhile, in the relatively dim corners at the edge of the jungle was another group of gods. Most of them had relatively ”docile” forms:

The Sheep God was hunched over, his humble eyes filled with numbness; the Ox God was silent and heavy, his massive horns drooping;

The Rabbit God appeared exceptionally nervous, his long ears twitching anxiously as he huddled close to the others...

They were the Farming Gods, whose followers in their divine domains focused on production. At this moment, they were like lambs to the slaughter, silently enduring the undisguised, covetous gazes cast from the central area.

The exploitation of the Farming Gods by the Hunting Gods within the Orc God System was clear from the very beginning of the assembly.

Zhou Zheng’s divine thought projection hid in the inconspicuous shadow of a bush at the edge of the jungle. His projected form was that of a snake-man with earthy yellow scales, a slightly slender build, and calm eyes.

A newborn snake-man deity naturally sat at the bottom of the Orc God System, which worshipped formidable physical bodies.

Whether it was the Lion, Tiger, and Wolf Gods in the central area exuding powerful auras, or the Sheep and Ox Gods on the edges, when their gazes swept past Zhou Zheng, they carried a hint of imperceptible contempt or complete indifference.

A snake-man from the desert? Too weak to be worth noting. Zhou Zheng was happy to be left alone, using the opportunity to observe carefully.

The roars of ten thousand beasts exploded across the entire plane without warning! The sound converged into a physical torrent of sonic waves, causing ancient trees to tremble and leaves to fall like rain.

This was the horn of the Royal Court, announcing the official start of the assembly.

Zhou Zheng’s Divine Thought swept across the entire plane, and his heart turned somber.

In his Divine Thought perception, there were only about four thousand clearly existing projections! He remembered clearly that during the God Awakening Ceremony ten years ago, there were as many as ten thousand newborn gods participating!

In just ten years, more than half had already fallen, turning into the dust of shattered divine domains.

His gaze swept over the weakened projections of the Farming Gods on the periphery, and he understood—under the cruel winnowing of the Calamity, the mortality rate of Farming Gods who lacked the protection of powerful combat followers was likely even more shocking.

The roaring subsided, and the huge black stone platform in the center of the plane, covered in ancient cracks and dried bloodstains, lit up.

A projection far more solid and powerful than any of the newborn gods present descended upon it.

The Host of the assembly had arrived.