The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 485: I am the Creator God (Third Update)
What is Chaos Qi, really?
Jiang Nuo didn’t know, but during his cultivation, he clearly felt something surging towards his body from all directions.
Though he was gazing inward at his Sea of Consciousness, he could clearly see the changes in the entire world, reflected in the turbulent waters within.
It was truly a world-shattering transformation!
The world seemed like scattered pieces of a Russian tetris, forcibly dismantled, with volcanic eruptions, lightning, thunder, and fractured mountains, everything being reorganized.
From beneath the ground, something new emerged, they were sharp, swollen, or massive, constantly expanding in all directions, occupying not only the original space but also stretching outwards.
At the world’s edge, there seemed to be something invisible expanding outward.
The land, the land became broader.
Rivers, the rivers became longer.
Mountains, the mountains became higher.
The sky, the sky became more profound.
...
The old things, like shed skin, were torn apart, either pressed beyond the rift, forming new peaks, or splitting into cliffs and abysses.
Most of it made way for the newborn things.
Apart from destruction, there was rebirth.
Clumps of indistinct things emerged with destruction, drifting towards the sky, towards all the devastated places.
Wherever they went, green grass sprouted, flowers bloomed, trees grew wildly...
He was even surprised to find a gray rabbit burrowing out from beneath a bush.
Wait, were there any other creatures in his world besides Mr. Black Dragon and the Spiritual Essence?!
He had never brought them in, had he?
A rabbit hopped out of its burrow, looked around vigilantly, and then shouted something into the burrow.
Another smaller white rabbit hopped out, followed by a few baby rabbits that had just been born.
An unknown bird’s call came from somewhere.
With a god’s perspective, he seemed to already know where the bird was, and with a glance, he spotted it hiding in the forest.
It was entirely green, its feathers glowing, with little claws like steel, and atop its head, a tuft of bright blue feathers longer than its tail feathers.
It seemed to sense his attention, tilted its head, and looked at him: "Chirp chirp... chirp chirp..." What are you looking at?
"Nothing, your feathers are beautiful!"
It lifted its head proudly: "Chirp chirp... chirp chirp..." Of course, I am the most handsome singing bird in this Red Fruit Wood Forest.
As soon as it finished, Jiang Nuo heard another especially melodious bird song, beautiful like a nightingale.
Jiang Nuo turned his head and found a bird about the size of a palm, with ink-like feathers, lightly singing on a branch a hundred meters away. Opposite it stood another identical bird, slightly larger, tilting its head to appreciate its song.
Occasionally, the slightly bigger bird would respond with its own song.
Jiang Nuo listened for a while: Oh, turns out they are a pair of little lovers truly singing love songs!
A small green bug crawled on the backside of a leaf, cautiously, afraid of being discovered by the singing lovebirds.
But it needed to leave this place quickly.
Otherwise, when they finished singing, they’d be hungry and eat it.
This little bug was very sad: Alas... wherever I crawl, predators appear!
And the leaf it clung to was even sadder: I grew perfectly fine, who did I offend? Why is there a bug here? Does it want to eat me? I am still so young, I don’t want to wither!
Suddenly, Jiang Nuo realized he seemed to have gained the ability to understand all worldly things. Whether they spoke or not, as long as he wanted to know, he could hear even their unsaid words.
This dream, wasn’t it too fantastical?
Jiang Nuo couldn’t quite believe it and wanted to ask his wife’s opinion.
He turned around suddenly, only to find his current state was strange, like a mass of air, unseen and untouchable, yet able to feel everything.
Huh?
Wasn’t he in the projection of the world onto the Sea of Consciousness?
Where exactly was he?
[Creator God, will it rain today?]
Suddenly, a voice spoke by his feet.
He looked down and saw a Fire Cloud Ant crawling diligently.
"Are you talking to me?"
[Of course, you are the Creator God who granted us life. Creator God, will it rain today? Please no rain, okay? My wife is about to give birth, and I need to go out often to find food. If it rains, it will be inconvenient to go out...]
"But whether it rains or not isn’t up to me?"
[It is up to you, you are the Creator God. As long as you want it to rain, it will; if you don’t want it to, it won’t.]
It will rain if I think about it? Jiang Nuo found it hard to believe.
Yet, as soon as the thought of rain appeared in his mind, a clap of thunder sounded in the sky, and dark clouds began to gather.
[Creator God, please don’t let it rain!]
Below, the voice of the little creature cried out in surprise.
Oh! Don’t let it rain! The first raindrop to fall stopped immediately, lifting back into the sky, and the dark clouds retreated.
Jiang Nuo was a bit stunned: It really didn’t rain?
[Thank you, Creator God!]
"No need to thank me!" he dared not think again about whether it should rain, fearing he might scare the Fire Cloud Ant and get scolded.
He turned and left.
He saw numerous lives blossoming beneath his feet, from plants to animals, different species living in their territories, influencing each other, yet not directly related.
Like a grand cyclical system, you restrain me, I restrain him, he restrains her, she restrains you...
Life constantly emerged and constantly perished.
Where there is birth, there is death.
Where there is death, there is also birth.
The world kept moving forward.
Every moment was unique.
Gradually, plants and animals evolved to survive better and adapt to this world, and this world, to create more life and make it more vibrant, was also continuously evolving.
Plants learned to eat animals and evolved into demons; animals learned magic and evolved into magical beasts.
No one knew when humans began to be born.
An ancient village appeared in the dense forest.
Men and women dressed in strange clothes, wearing grass rings on their heads, grass skirts around their waists, and holding wooden weapons, began hunting, struggling for survival.
At this moment, plants learned to eat meat, magical beasts learned to attack, and humans, to survive, had to evolve too. Some evolved to harness spiritual energy.
The Cultivation World gradually came into being.
