All Gods: Starting with Two Families

Chapter 150 Pillars of the WorldA shockwave swept across the entire South Sea.

The seawater surged into monstrous waves, and the clouds in the sky were swept away.

The Yao Race watching from afar were knocked to the ground, and the newly built human cities shook violently.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

The abyss remained. However, the aura of the Nine-Headed Serpent had become so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

The Sparrow Demon crawled up from the ruins, covered in wounds. It stumbled to the edge of the abyss and looked down.

There was nothing.

Only darkness.

”Zhou Zheng...” it murmured, its voice trembling.

The small snake formed by the Armor Spirit crawled over from afar and coiled at its feet. The phantom of the Emerald Jade Spirit floated over and landed on its shoulder.

The three stood at the edge of the abyss, silent for a long time.

Finally, the Emerald Jade Spirit moved first.

She raised her hand, and a massive piece of jade rose from the ground. It was jade unique to the North Continent, warm and pearly white, and incredibly tough.

”He will not disappear,” she said. ”I can feel it. He is still somewhere.”

The Armor Spirit nodded. It turned into liquid, crawled onto the jade, and carved the first mark.

The Sparrow Demon used its wings to help, bringing more jade.

They began to carve.

Three days later.

A huge stone pillar stood at the edge of the abyss.

At the very top of the stone pillar, the figures of two gods were carved.

The first was the God of Metamorphosis. Its form was a molting Feathered Serpent—old scales began to peel away from the head, hanging translucently at its sides, while new scales were already faintly visible, with cyan-gold light shining through the gaps of the old shell.

This was not weakness, but rebirth. Not Death, but transcendence. Its wings were slightly spread, as if waiting for the moment to break free completely. Its face was hidden beneath the old shell, revealing only a pair of eyes, calmly watching the world below, as if gazing at its own reflection.

Beside it was the God of Ascension. That was an existence with an elusive form—its wings tightly closed, wrapping itself completely, like a divine butterfly in the process of pupation. Those wings were not flesh and blood, but condensed from countless moonlight, translucent, shimmering with a watery luster.

Through the gaps in the wings, the figure inside could be vaguely seen undergoing metamorphosis and sublimation. Viewed from afar, it looked like an illusion, ready to dissipate or bloom at any moment.

In the middle of the stone pillar, four seals were carved.

The Great Sun Feathered Serpent Seal, the Carefree Kunpeng Seal, the Taiyin Jade Elixir Seal, and the Netherworld Battle Armor Seal.

The four seals circled in a ring, each emitting a faint light, interweaving together to suppress the abyss beneath the stone pillar.

At the very bottom of the stone pillar were countless reliefs. There were humans kneeling in prayer, Yao Race raising their heads and calling out, and spirits stretching their bodies. Humans, Yao, and spirits—all living beings were lifelike.

The moment it was completed, the stone pillar suddenly lit up.

A beam of light rose from within the stone pillar, from the bottom to the top, from the living beings to the gods. The light grew brighter and brighter, carrying an unrivaled power that fiercely suppressed the abyss.

The lingering aura of the Nine-Headed Serpent still wandered in the deepest part of the abyss, weak and unwilling, yet unable to break free. The deceitful race would not disappear; as long as there was darkness in this world, they would exist forever.

But this stone pillar would remain here forever.

Keeping them from becoming too strong.

Preventing them from causing disaster.

The unique world wonder architecture, the pillar of the world, was born.

Above the Divine Realm, Zhou Zheng overlooked all of this.

His gaze pierced through the Void Realm, passed through the clouds, and landed on that stone pillar.

The experiences of Half-Demon Zhou Zheng were turning into stone carvings, emerging from the pillar of the world.

The escape in the East Continent. The danger his parents faced. The first time he obtained the Great Sun Feathered Serpent Seal.

The battles in the South Sea. Subduing the Feathered Serpent. Taming the Kunpeng. Meeting the Sparrow Demon.

The fall in the West Continent. Awakening the Armor Spirit. Fighting side by side.

The awakening in the North Continent. The Taiyin Jade Elixir Seal. The submission of the Jade Spirit.

Finally, the abyss in the South Sea. The Nine-Headed Serpent. That falling sun.

Each stone carving, lifelike, recorded his short and brilliant life.

Zhou Zheng raised his hand.

The pillar of the world trembled slightly, and all the stone carvings on it detached, flying toward the sky, toward the Divine Realm, and toward him.

They condensed and compressed in front of him, finally turning into a small stone tablet.

On the stone tablet was the life of Half-Demon Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

Boom—

A massive force surged into his body. That was the past. That was Karma. That was the piece he had been missing.

He had enlightened Half-Demon Zhou Zheng.

Half-Demon Zhou Zheng became him.

Just like the ouroboros, head and tail connected, circulating endlessly.

Crack.

The ”eggshell” of the Divine Realm shattered.

Those thin membranes that wrapped around the entire Divine Realm peeled off piece by piece, turning into flowing light and dissipating. The newborn Divine Realm was truly exposed to the Void Realm for the first time, bathed in the light of endless worlds.

A figure rose from the core of the Divine Realm.

That was the God of Metamorphosis. The old shell on its body had completely shed, and the new scales shimmered with cyan-gold light, each one flawless. Its wings spread out, covering half the sky. Its eyes opened, looking into the distance.

Another figure appeared beside it.

The former Water Moon God, now the God of Ascension. Her wings finally spread; those wings were no longer a cocoon, but a butterfly—butterfly wings condensed from moonlight, light, transparent, shimmering with a soft light in the Void Realm. Her face was finally revealed, cold and gentle, with a faint, elusive smile.

The two gods stood side by side.

The God of Ascension bowed slightly, her voice soft:

”My God.”

”You have awakened.”