Gospel of Blood-Chapter 673 : A New Era

Within the crimson sea of consciousness, the balance between the two Creation-rank beings was broken in an instant.

When all the “Charlottes” across countless timelines finished merging their power, her very existence became the embodiment of the law of time and space.

That crimson divine power was no longer just a torrent of force—it was like a river of time and space running through all ages, gathering all possibilities into one. Its vast momentum and overwhelming might completely suppressed the Origin’s struggling pallor.

Charlotte slowly raised her hand, her movement graceful and simple.

The entire sea of consciousness responded. Invisible laws of time and space surfaced at once, like billions of radiant threads that tightly wound around and bound the Origin’s pallid light.

Each thread of time-space was linked to a [possibility] the Origin had ignored or denied; now, those possibilities had become the strongest possible prison.

The Origin finally panicked.

A furious roar echoed through the crimson sea, Their authority of Creation and Destruction driven to the extreme. In an instant, Their pallid divine power erupted with unprecedented violence.

Countless miniature universes were born in a flash—nebulae swirled, star rivers blazed, brimming with the surging life of the dawn of creation.

Yet before that life could blossom, They forced each one directly to its end in the next moment, turning it into the purest, most absolute destructive energy.

Those destruction forces, compressed to the utmost, slammed down on Charlotte like a downpour. Any one strike would have been enough to kill an ordinary true god a thousand times over; wherever they passed, even the “void” of the sea of consciousness seemed on the verge of collapse.

But in front of Charlotte, mistress of [Time and Space], all that ferocity looked clumsy and futile.

She didn’t even need to assume any obvious defensive stance.

With a faint movement of thought, those pallid spheres of light, brimming with destructive power, had their speed cut down to something infinitely close to zero within a certain range around her—as if they had plunged into invisible mire. They could only inch forward at an agonizing crawl, never able to so much as brush the hem of her clothes.

The law of time: absolute stillness.

Other attacks twisted strangely off their paths by her side, as if striking an invisible prism—casually refracted and banished, vanishing into unknown rifts in time and space without leaving even a ripple behind.

The law of space: absolute deflection.

Charlotte seemed to simply stand there in silence.

But her “state of existence” was continuously stacking.

The her from just before the attack arrived, the her with divine power at its peak, the her whose will burned the brightest…

The “strongest state” of herself from different points in time was skillfully superimposed onto the “present moment,” so that every seemingly casual wave of her hand, every trace of blood-divine power flowing from her fingertips, carried the accumulated might that pierced past, present, and future—easily tearing apart the hastily erected defenses of the Origin.

This wasn’t a battle at all.

It was a one-sided crushing.

By now, leveraging countless cycles of time and space, Charlotte had completely overwhelmed the Origin’s authority.

The Origin was like an insect trapped in amber.

Every struggle They made only hastened Their complete sealing.

Bit by bit, Charlotte’s crimson divine power stripped away the countless threads connecting the Origin to the world of Myria.

Slowly, the Origin’s aura began to fade.

Its power, once spread through the very foundations of the world, was compressed and drawn away piece by piece, forced back into the center of the sea of consciousness—into that pallid cluster of light that was growing dimmer and dimmer…

“No—!!!”

The Origin let out a scream blended with pain and rage. That pale cluster of light twisted and swelled wildly, only to be violently compressed again by the laws of time and space.

Just as the crimson glow gathered at Charlotte’s fingertips reached its peak, a final, shrill, venom-filled threat squeezed out of that distorted phantom.

“Charlotte de Castell! Stop! Are you planning to personally bury all of Myria?!”

The threatening words echoed through Charlotte’s sea of consciousness, tinged with desperate madness.

The crimson light at her fingertip paused for an instant.

Of course Charlotte understood what lay behind those words.

It wasn’t an empty bluff.

As a Creation-rank god who had coexisted with the Myria world for countless eras and whose power was deeply embedded in the world’s fundamental laws, the Origin’s very existence had long become an inseparable part of Myria’s history—indeed, the very cornerstone of its transcendence.

A creation-rank being could not be “killed” in any conventional sense.

So-called “killing” was more akin to a final conceptual sealing—casting it into an absolute silence, a realm of perfect void that neither time nor existence could reach.

And to ensure such a being could never return by relying on any “trace” lingering in the world, the one carrying out the execution had to erase, on the level of reality, all proof that it had ever existed.

For the Origin, those “proofs” were almost equivalent to all history since the Myria world first gained extraordinary power.

All those glorious civilizations, those magnificent epics, those legends of heroes and gods, those lights of faith and magic…

Every memory, every record, every change in the material world tied to Origin power and extraordinary would be wiped out like chalk under a rubber, leaving nothing behind.

Artemis, Harald, Sebastian, Nice…

Every face entwined with her fate, all the memories she had lived through, would vanish with it.

True, she commanded time and space and could reverse the flow—reshape shattered mountains and rivers, let departed lives return.

But if the “history” that formed the foundation of the world itself were erased, her reversal would be like building a castle on shifting sands, with no bedrock to rest upon.

She could create a “Myria” very much like the old one, but it would no longer be the homeland that carried her shared memories with her companions.

No…

Without the Origin’s power, the Myria world would inevitably regress to a primordial age. Even if she reversed time, what she would obtain would be a more ancient, more desolate pre-civilized wilderness.

The civilizations rooted in extraordinary power would never appear again, the people she knew would never appear again, and every “history” related to extraordinary would cease to exist.

Yet Charlotte did not flinch.

“Are you done talking?”

The girl spoke softly. Her voice was still calm, but it carried a final, all-ending resolve.

“If there’s no you…”

The gleam that had paused at her fingertip suddenly burst into a brilliance beyond all limits.

“Then I’ll become Myria’s history.”

As she finished, that blood-divine power which contained all of her strength turned into a beam of light that pierced eternity, striking unerringly at that struggling pallor!

“You—!!!”

The Origin only had time to loose one incredibly short howl, choked with unwillingness and disbelief, before Their voice was cut off—as if someone had clamped a hand around Their throat.

Boom—!

Amid a thunderous roar, the pallid light flickered and twisted wildly within the crimson radiance.

They tried to struggle, but it was useless. Beneath that vast crimson glow, Their flickering pale form quickly thinned, turned transparent, and in the end, like a pierced illusion, completely dissolved…

At the exact same moment that the Origin’s consciousness vanished from the present world, a formless, overwhelming “erasure” began.

On the Myria world—on those charred lands shattered in the war of gods and eroded by pallid divine power—existence itself began to turn uncertain.

The extraordinary laws that had sprung from the Origin were being withdrawn from history, and the history tied to them faded and disappeared at blinding speed.

The world was heading toward a deeper, more fundamental annihilation—one brought about by having its foundations torn away.

Only Charlotte, by virtue of her rank above all and her unique [Time and Space] authority, forcibly preserved one complete, intact memory of the “Origin” out of that tide of erasure.

That memory was impossibly heavy. It contained all information and essence of the Origin.

She put it away and sealed it in the deepest part of her godhood, using her own will and divine soul as the core to construct a locking seal.

The other end of that lock was the Origin, now sunk into eternal silence.

“From now on…”

Charlotte murmured softly, her distant voice echoing through the empty sea of consciousness.

“Unless I willingly let go, or completely fall, you’ll never have a day of return.”

After finishing this, Charlotte finally turned her gaze toward the Myria world that was now “fading away.”

For the first time, her eyes showed an extremely complex emotion.

Myria was not her birthplace.

But she had lived here for a long time; her journeys through time meant she carried thousands of years of memories. The familiar faces in those memories, the companions who trusted and followed her, had long since carved themselves into her heart.

The Origin had been right about one thing.

She would not stand by and watch Myria’s “history” disappear, nor would she watch those companions die and be gone forever.

With that thought, Charlotte closed her eyes slowly and poured all her consciousness into the vast authority of [Time and Space].

“Return… Myria.”

The soft whisper somehow carried the might of shaping heaven and earth.

She began to pluck at the River of Time itself, using herself as the fulcrum and her Creation-rank power as a lever, shifting the entire spacetime structure of the Myria world!

Under Charlotte’s supreme will, the flowing, seemingly irreversible River of Time let out a deafening roar, as if echoing from the dawn of the cosmos!

The long river reversed, scenes shifting in a torrent!

Shattered mountains and rivers reassembled in reverse like a rewound film; extinguished stars lit up again; desiccated seas were refilled with blue… The whole world moved along the track of time, surging backward in a way that defied all logic!

The images flickered past at incredible speed; the histories that had vanished together with the Origin’s fall reappeared.

But only temporarily.

Without the Origin’s support, the old history was now rootless. The moment it surfaced, it began to crumble.

But that was enough.

Charlotte decisively thrust her power into it. The collapsing history was instantly stabilized for a time within the crimson glow, then began to flash and roll back like a lantern reel.

Cities rose and then shrank back into villages; the legends of heroes sank back into the mundane… and finally, all the images froze in a primitive, ignorant age—yet one brimming with boundless life and potential:

The ancient era.

Charlotte’s figure appeared silently in the sky above this continent.

This was the time before the Origin’s descent.

She gazed down upon the ancient, pure land below and slowly opened her arms, as though embracing the whole world.

The vast Creation-rank blood divine power within her, like a flood that had finally found an outlet, erupted in an instant!

“Since there’s no extraordinary…”

The girl murmured, her ethereal voice ringing between heaven and earth of that ancient age.

“Then let me become your extraordinary—become the origin of… everything.”

As her words fell, the crimson divine power turned into a rain of light that spread over the entire world.

The light-rain soaked into the ancient land, seeping into every inch of soil, every stream, every leaf, every slumbering soul of primitive life.

Mountains seemed to be infused with spirit under the falling light; rushing rivers began to nurture nascent sprites; the branches and leaves of ancient trees stirred with no wind, exuding faint ripples of nature; and those primitive humans who still ate raw flesh and drank blood, in their confusion, felt for the first time a strange energy surging within themselves—something different from mere brute strength…

In that moment, extraordinary power… appeared in the Myria world.

A brand-new age, a mythic era no longer defined by the Origin, but woven and founded by Charlotte’s own hands… had begun.