Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!-Chapter 257 - 256: The Awakening Deity

Chapter 257: Chapter 256: The Awakening Deity

The gap between two realms.

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An infinite extension, where a massive creation appeared amidst the chaotic torrents.

As I walked through this void crevice, I thought more than once as I passed through here.

Perhaps everything would vanish once I woke up, merely an ephemeral illusion seen during thousands of years of slumber.

The Three Pillars walked respectfully through the pitch-black corridor, and as they stared into the surrounding chaos where there was no up or down, no left or right, order existed only here. Stone columns, made up of countless blocks and places untouched by anyone for centuries, were finally receiving their first visitors.

But this was no fantasy.

The voice of the God of Creation quietly emerged in their ears, in their hearts, as if creating a certain resonance.

All of it—definitively, right here.

The Shrine Maiden in white robes halted, lifting her head to look at the gate before her—a gate formed of black and white, the crystallized entrance to a prison, and both the start and end of the seal. Three thousand years ago, they could only watch helplessly as their deity was sealed away, banished.

But they had not done nothing.

It begins.

The voice of the God of Creation echoed in their ears and then quietly dissipated.

Hearing this voice, Berupeoru stepped forward. She then lifted her head, gazing at the center of the seal—there, embeded was an eye. It was the very right eye Berupeoru had left here three thousand years ago during the sealing of the Ritual Snake, which also served as a beacon.

It was through this eye that the Ritual Snake maintained contact with her Enchanted, and through this “beacon,” she imparted her studies of “Grand Verse of Fate” to her Shrine Maiden. Now, all of it had come to an end. What they were about to face was a completely new beginning.

“Come back.”

With Berupeoru’s call, the eye at the core of the seal suddenly transformed into a beam of light, returning to its owner’s body. At the same time, the eyepatch that Berupeoru had always worn over her right eye shattered. She closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened her left eye, her right eye, and the third eye on her forehead.

“Click, click, click…”

The disk that had been sealing them began to rotate rapidly, rearranging itself as though a scrambled code was being put back in its proper orbit. Finally… after the last puzzle piece reached its designated spot, the massive stele in front of them crumbled to the ground, and in its place, stood an immense stone statue. It seemed to be sealed at the end of time and space, covered entirely in the decay of grey, binding it within this infinite world.

The Shrine Maiden advanced a step, kneeling respectfully in front of the statue, raising the silver staff in her hand.

“———Seat of Apex, Black Katie implores your grace———”

Accompanying Black Katie’s invocation, the black Soulstone quietly emerged at the tip of the staff, then gradually lifted and flew towards the statue.

“Ting-a-ling!”

The golden Triangle Tin Staff began to sway, shaking, emitting a crisp sound.

“———On this Triangle Tin Staff, I bestow upon you the armor———”

“———I bestow upon you the armor———”

With the sway of the Triangle Tin Staff, water-blue, semi-transparent triangles, like bubbles, floated in the air, dancing, and then descended upon the giant statue, seemingly locked in stone. Where the water-blue triangles touched, the seemingly impossibly hard stone shell melted away under the touch like snow under sunlight, revealing its true form sealed within.

“——————”

At the same time, as the blue runes gradually broke the seal, the black flames burning on the Soulstone grew ever more intense. It was as if a person was slowly awakening from a deep sleep.

“Thump-thump———Thump-thump———”

The fluctuations of the flame became increasingly evident, and at this moment, the Three Pillars had also revealed an expression of joy. Soon, a fragment of a stone fell from that colossal body. Simultaneously, that vast, sacred, and almost untouchable existence finally slowly opened its eyes.

Emerging from within the eyes and the shadows, the body covered in pitch-black scales and the armor constructed of numerous sharp bone spikes wrapping around the head and body began to slowly move and mesh together. During this process, black flames similar to those of the Soulstone emerged around the gigantic body, enveloping it.

Then, the deity opened its eyes.

“—————OOOOOOOHHH—————!!!!”

It was a roar that came after thousands of years, invisible, capable of crushing mortals into fragments, and it burst forth to pulverize the ancient temple that had been restraining the deity.

In that moment, the God of Creation announced its revival in a brand-new form.

It had arrived.

Closing his eyes, Fang Zheng slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, feeling the joy and vibrations deep within his soul. It was as if the half of himself he had lost was about to return to him, a feeling of encouragement and delight so pure that even Fang Zheng could hardly conceal his emotions.

This damn God of Creation really wasn’t easy to deal with.

It wasn’t until the true activation of the “Ritual Snake’s” Soulstone that Fang Zheng realized that this so-called God of Creation, the “Ritual Snake,” was entirely different from the deities in his mind. To Fang Zheng, a deity was naturally high above, then regarded all living beings as mere ants. Of course, their standpoints might differ, but their basic views wouldn’t change much.

But this God of Creation completely shattered Fang Zheng’s illusions about deities. Rather than being a deity, he might better be described as a big child with the powers of creation—indeed, the characteristics of children are naïveté, purity, and a lack of self-control, all of which were vividly displayed in the Ritual Snake.

In Fang Zheng’s view, usually, believers make wishes to their deities, and the deities should, at least, assess the consequences of these wishes and offer some advice, such as “This will completely change your fate,” or “Your loved ones might fall into darkness,” or straightforwardly “You need to travel to XX and do XXX to prove your faith.” This damn process would be the normal unfolding.

But what about the Ritual Snake?

He was basically like—huh? So many people are here to make a wish, wow, these are your wishes, okay, okay, of course, I’ll fulfill them, I’m the God of Creation, after all, leave it to me.

And then he’d start causing chaos without thinking anything through.

From this, it could be reasoned that the Fire Mist Warrior had a point in thinking the God of Creation unreliable… hmm…

Of course, this doesn’t mean that the Ritual Snake is foolish; as a Demon God, he is quite clever, as can be seen from his system of the Three Pillars—Berupeoru in charge of defense, Xiu Denan of offense, and Black Katie of balance. The system of the Three Pillars was perfectly unified, and it’s worth noting that according to the Ritual Snake’s memories from three thousand years ago, the real subordinates and followers, including the King of the Crimson Realm and the Three Pillars, numbered just a few dozen. Most others were merely there for the spectacle, which was another reason why the Fire Mist Warrior succeeded so easily back then.

Since then, having learned their lesson, the Three Pillars established the Masquerade Ball and spent three thousand years building it into the most powerful and prominent organizational force among the Followers of the Crimson Realm.

In fact, in Fang Zheng’s view, the Crimson Realm also had a similar system—the perfect combination of the Guiding God, the Punishment Deity, and the God of Creation. If each deity performed their respective roles, problems could likely be avoided.

This was like a company where everyone has their own role: the program team handles the programming, the character design team takes care of character design, and the planning team is responsible for planning.

But the issue with the God of Creation before was that—despite his dedication, the other two dropped the ball.

The Guiding God remained silent as if dead; the Punishment Deity only arrived in this world after the God of Creation was sealed, and these two deities hardly played any role at all.

So this time, to be on the safe side, Fang Zheng sent people to “invite” the clans of the Guiding God and personally went to speak with Aralastor—just as he expected, if he didn’t intervene, Aralastor would likely have continued playing the honest person without actually doing anything.

But this time, Fang Zheng wasn’t going to give them that chance. This matter had broad implications, and everyone was involved; no one could escape it! When it came time to assign responsibility, they would all face trouble together!

Why should the Ritual Snake always take the blame for you?

And now…

“The time has come.”

Muttering to himself, Fang Zheng opened his eyes and looked towards the Divine Gate above his head.

The God of Creation was about to return!