Chapter 1104: Chapter 778: Stone of Creation in the God’s Hand_2

He—the leader of the Night Watchers, the Savior appointed by the world, the newly risen God—Kana.

Thus, surrounded by the pillar of light, he hovered above the Light Torch, overlooking the multitude below trapped in absolute silence.

This was Kana’s first true descent in the form of a god.

It was also the first time he revealed himself as a god.

When Kana no longer hides, when Kana is no longer restrained.

All life will come to know the boundary between the mortal and the divine, the gap between them.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it imprinted clearly like the first sound of heaven and earth in every creature’s deepest soul:

"Death is not the end."

"Forgetfulness is."

"Here to declare..."

"All heroic spirits who sleep to protect the light..."

"All warriors willing to bear darkness for all beings..."

"Life and death..."

"Neither cycle nor are they the end."

"This torch is the door."

"This city is the witness."

"In the name of the Savior"

"Here, all beings return!"

The moment his words fell, the sky-reaching pillar of light abruptly contracted inward, transforming into countless fine, fragmented points of light.

Like a river of stars flowing gently, it sprinkled down upon the obsidian coffins that bore heroic spirits and onto every creature in the plaza shocked by this miraculous descent.

The light points formed by the disintegration of the sky-reaching pillar, as if a galaxy was pouring down.

They gently permeated every obsidian coffin, soothing every soul in the plaza awe-struck by the miracle.

Where the light touched, the hero deeds engraved upon the obsidian coffins seemed to come alive, flowing with a soft sheen, while the coffins themselves became deeper, as if carrying fragments of the starry sky.

The people in the plaza bathed in this holy rain of light, feeling the weariness, fear, and even sadness deep in their souls gently washed away, leaving only an indescribable sense of peace and belonging.

Life is essentially divided into three stages.

According to the Night Watchers’ ranking, there are the mortal stage levels 1-10, the Legendary Stage levels 11-15.

And above 15, a stage where life is completely beyond mortal bounds.

Facing Kana descending in the form of a god.

All beings in the mortal stage experienced a soul-shocking impact, whether they were outsiders or Night Watchers.

And the powerful figures of the Legendary Tier, although still maintaining respect, were not oppressed to the point of being unable to think by the divine force at this moment.

So, is this merely it?

To them, it seemed like Kana, appearing personally as a god, organizing such a grand event, was only conducting a ceremony after that war.

Just awarding those who sacrificed and warriors from that war.

But it seems not merely this.

Because regardless of this city’s existence or such scale, it indicates that the matter is far from simple.

As expected, this is merely the resonance of the prologue.

Suspended above the Light Torch, Kana’s deep eyes reflecting the river of life and death calmly swept over the silent multitude below, finally returning to the giant torch he referred to as a "door."

He slowly raised his right hand, his movement natural and smooth, as if lifting a feather, yet as though holding the weight of the world.

All eyes of the Legendary strong were drawn towards him.

In the special circumstance where Kana deliberately restrained his divine majesty, those of mortal life could also lift their heads.

All gazes converged.

In his palm, without warning, space itself began to collapse inward and condense.

An indescribable "existence" emerged.

It was not light but "origin" itself.

Not matter, but the embodiment of "possibility."

Not energy, but the "laws" that weave all things.

A dazzling gemstone.

It displayed a color not defined by any known hue, continually flowing and changing in "nil" color.

It was not material, more like a singularity tightly wound by billions of the finest, most shimmering threads of law.

It quietly floated above Kana’s palm, soundless, yet it immediately captured the entire world’s focus.

The moment it appeared, the gentle glow at the top of the Light Torch dimmed instantly, as if all the light was absorbed by it; the soul power permeating the air surged towards it like countless rivers flowing into the sea; even the black-and-white giant dragon perched upon the crown, lowered her noble head slightly, eyes filled with unprecedented reverence.

"Stone of Creation?!"

The Snake-man Priest hissed with incredulous trembling, almost in a loss of voice.

The Elf Prince Orion Morningstar’s complexion drained instantly, his golden pupils dilating to the extreme in utter shock, his ancient bloodline screaming frantically, warning him of the supreme status of the object before him!

The Lion-man Elder’s mane stood on end, as if facing the majesty of the ancestor of the lion pride.

The Werewolf Warlord instinctively took a half-step back, a low moan of fear and reverence escaping his throat.

Even the well-traveled Foxman Merchant forgot his calculations, left only with pure stupefaction.

Yet among those present, there were truly people who had seen the complete Stone of Creation.

More than half of the Legendary strong had seen it.

But this time was entirely different.

Their surprise was also about why there was such a significant difference this time?

There is no doubt this was a complete Stone of Creation.

Yet, the feeling it gave was completely different.

And the difference lied in that it was being used by a god.

A creature that had never existed in this world.

Kana’s gaze remained calm and undisturbed, as if he was holding something that could reshape the world, yet only a common stone.

When Kana became a god, he knew the power of the Stone of Creation could be further magnified through his ability at this stage.

Or rather, this thing itself required a god to use it to maximize its efficacy.

None but a god can realize this.

His sight fell upon the array of obsidian coffins surrounding the base of the Light Torch.

"Those with meritorious service to the world"

His voice resounded again, no longer a declaration, but a divine command, a judgment of law.

"Those sacrificed in darkness, their feats immortal, their sacrifice imperishable. Death is not our endpoint, nor is forgetfulness our destiny."

He gently pressed the hand holding the Stone of Creation downward.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no cataclysmic energy impact.

Only that singularity flowing with "nil" colored laws, quietly and unstoppably, yet with an undeniable certainty, sank into the giant crown of the Light Torch made from astral gold, secret silver, and energy crystal.

Boom——!

A low hum, so deep as to surpass the limits of hearing, acting directly upon the soul’s source, instantaneously spread!

The entire North City, no, the entire Ring Tower City area, seemed to tremble slightly with it!

The enormous crown of the Light Torch, as if a furnace filled with billions of stars, suddenly became too bright to gaze upon!

The mysterious materials composing it lit up numerous, never-before-seen, complicated law symbols beyond mortal comprehension, instantly activating, reorganizing!

The entire torch was no longer a lifeless object; it came to life! It became a massive hub for the Stone of Creation, bridging life and death!

A pillar of light far grander, denser, bearing infinite vitality and power of reversal laws, no longer blazing white, but displaying a primordial chaotic color embodying all, birthing everything, soared skyward again from the crown!

But this pillar of light did not pierce the heavens; instead, at a certain height, it cascaded down like an enormous canopy, forming a gigantic dome of light encompassing the entire plaza, precisely covering everyone!

Within the dome, time and laws seemed to be rewritten.

The black-and-white giant dragon soared aloft.

Her entire body became illusionary like a dreamlike mirage, her phantom form undulating.

Her claw swung. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Energy guided by her moved along with the stroke.

Faint illusionary points of light emerged from the torch, like soul-like luminance, converging into one light ball after another.

Under the watchful eyes of all, gently flying forth.

Falling into those hero resting places forged from obsidian.

"Look...look at the coffins!" Someone screamed out in shock!