All Gods: Starting with Two Families

Chapter 155 A Feast for the GluttonsThere weren’t many items at the Chenxing Deity Rank, and they could all be seen at a glance. Divine Artifacts, oddities, divine arts, miracle buildings...

But in the God-Forsaken Land he was about to head to, those things would be useless.

What Zhou Zheng needed was something that could function in that special Plane, or something with a higher development ceiling that could allow him to go further.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar existence.

It was a seed. Translucent and shimmering with a faint light, it looked like a solidified star. Inside the seed, something was vaguely wriggling, gestating, waiting for the moment to break out of its shell.

Primordial Fetus Deity.

Zhou Zheng was stunned for a moment and looked at the God of Ascension beside him.

So Subordinate Gods were this rare—equivalent in value to one s-rank voucher.

He remembered how he had used an s-rank voucher to exchange for the Eagle People, leading the way ever since. And back then, the Water Moon God was also worth an s-rank voucher.

The benefits were unquestionable: new initial followers and a richer power system, though those were secondary.

What was truly important was—more Laws, accommodating more authority.

The s-rank voucher slowly dissipated in his hand, turning into that translucent seed. He raised his hand, and his divine thought projection carried the seed as it sank into the core of the divine realm.

In the deepest part of the world, he planted the seed.

...

The higher the Rank of a deity, the more indifferent they became toward time.

Without new epochal natural disasters or life-and-death crises, Cultivation was like a placid stream, a thousand years passing in an instant.

Zhou Zheng spared no effort in nurturing that newborn Primordial Fetus Deity.

That Primordial Fetus did not disappoint, growing at an astonishing speed. Now, it had already accommodated the embryonic forms of three major Laws, making it a pseudo Third-Tier Deity.

Combined with the original Laws of Zhou Zheng and the God of Ascension, the Chenxing Divine Realm now accommodated nine major Laws.

Under the operation of the nine major Laws, the divine realm’s diameter expanded to tens of thousands of kilometers, with its area reaching hundreds of millions of square kilometers. The number of followers had increased several times over, reaching hundreds of billions.

Those calamity cards from the Abyss could no longer pose a threat. They turned into nourishment for the divine realm, decomposed by the Laws and absorbed by the world, giving birth to new miracle buildings.

The first was the Great Sun Feathered Serpent Corridor.

It was an aerial corridor spanning the East Continent and the South Continent, paved with the scales of countless Feathered Serpents, shimmering with a cyan-gold light under the sun. Huge stone pillars stood on both sides of the corridor, their tops carved with molting Feathered Serpents, majestic and mysterious.

The second was the Taiyin Jade Elixir Celestial Pool.

It was a circular mountain range located at the peak of the North Continent. The summit dipped into a massive celestial pool, the water so clear one could see the bottom, reflecting the bright moon in the sky. The pool’s floor was covered with various jades—emerald, agate, lapis lazuli, and moonstone—each glowing with a soft luster under the moonlight.

The third was the Carefree Kunpeng Abyss.

It was a trench in the deepest part of the South Sea, its depth bottomless and its width unknown. At the deepest part of the trench was a massive whirlpool that rotated day and night, inhaling and exhaling the Spiritual Qi in the sea.

The fourth was the Nether Battle Armor Mountain.

It was the highest peak on the West Continent, entirely pitch-black and barren. The interior of the mountain had been hollowed out to build a massive furnace. The furnace fires never went out, and countless weapons were forged, tempered, and sublimated within.

The four miracle buildings corresponded to the four marks, together supporting this Chenxing Divine Realm of hundreds of millions of square kilometers.

...

In the World Shop, Zhou Zheng used his accumulated world source energy to exchange for a ticket to the God-Forsaken Land.

It was time.

Zhou Zheng and the two Subordinate Gods simultaneously split off their divine thought projections. The three tickets turned into soft light, enveloping their projections and carrying them like three meteors, flying toward the depths of the Universe at an unimaginable speed.

They flew for an unknown amount of time.

Ahead, a majestic palace appeared.

The Pantheon.

Of course, this was only a projection of the Pantheon. The true Pantheon was not in this Ganges Sands Realm.

Inside the temple sat thousands of deities. They were seated upon divine thrones with various expressions. Some rested with their eyes closed, some looked around, and others conversed in low voices.

Beneath each divine throne, their divine office was engraved—War, Harvest, Hunting, Forging, Poetry, Morning Dew, Rust, Echo, Balance, Orcs.

The divine offices were densely packed, a dizzying sight to behold.

Further up the temple, a golden mist permeated, obscuring the figures there. Only the vague outlines of the existences on those divine thrones could be seen.

Those were existences of a higher status.

For Third-Tier Deities like them, those existences were a threat in themselves. They didn’t need to act; their mere presence would use their ”paths” to assimilate everything around them.

Zhou Zheng withdrew his gaze and, along with the other gods, stopped at a distance below the temple. Tens of thousands of Third-Tier Deities had already gathered here, densely packed, surrounding the massive temple like stars surrounding the moon.

Not far away, the Sun God and the Moon Goddess saw him.

The Sun God nodded slightly with a smile on his face. The Moon Goddess also gave him a gentle and kind nod.

Zhou Zheng nodded in response.

He didn’t bring his new Subordinate God with him—they had split up during the journey, pretending not to know each other.

This way, he would have an extra trump card at a critical moment.

...

Below the temple was a mass of giant chains.

These chains were as thick as mountain ranges, densely intertwined, locking something tightly inside. Every chain was covered in runes that flowed slowly, emitting a heart-palpitating power.

Suddenly, the chains moved.

They unraveled one by one, peeling away layer by layer, spontaneously receding to the sides. It was as if they were controlled by an invisible force, or as if they had finally reached the long-awaited moment.

Under a gray sky lay endless farmland. The paths crisscrossed like the palm lines of the earth. In the distance, windmills turned slowly, their wooden blades creaking in the wind.

A city stood at the end of the horizon.

Grey stone walls enclosed the city, with soldiers patrolling the battlements. Inside the city were dense buildings: pointed clock towers pierced the sky, and a domed council hall sat in the center of the city. On the outskirts were low-lying residential houses, further in were shops and markets, and at the very core was a castle where the nobility lived.

On the streets, carriages came and went. Scholars in black robes hurried past with canes, apprentices in aprons trotted along carrying goods, and women in coarse cloth dresses set up stalls by the roadside to hawk their wares.

Occasionally, mounted knights passed by, their horses’ hooves clattering on the cobblestone road and splashing small droplets of water.

Another world was hidden deep within the alleys.

Someone in a basement spread out parchment covered in symbols by candlelight. Someone pulled yellowed ancient books from a hidden compartment. Someone whispered incantations over an animal carcass, and the stiff body stood up.

When a knight swung his sword, faint runes appeared on the blade. When a mage flipped through a book, the characters left the page and turned into flames. When a blacksmith’s hammer fell, incomprehensible patterns appeared on the weapon.

Countless gazes shot from all directions toward this newly opened world.

They were gazes of greed.

Those third-tier existences hovering below the temple were all staring at that world now, their eyes as burning as if they wanted to swallow it whole.

Countless faiths were waiting to be harvested.

This was a gluttonous feast belonging to the deities. Unfortunately, many among them would also become the ”dishes” on this table.