Chapter 465: Eternal Life Hometown

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Whoosh!A gentle breeze swept past.

This was a serene countryside courtyard, with clear skies and high clouds. The gentle breeze, white clouds, trees, flowers, the yard itself, and the old wooden chair in front of the gate, all made it seem like the simplest, most ordinary rural courtyard.

This was the beautiful dream of the Earth Mother.

An ordinary courtyard?

Soon, it discovered that beneath this ordinary facade lay a terrifying scene.

What was this!?

The God of Dreams was horrified to witness the very origin of life.

Countless living beings continuously underwent vast transformations here, evolving and becoming extinct at an incredibly rapid pace!

Minute single-celled organisms, never before seen, floated and multiplied continuously in the sea in front of the courtyard. They appeared to be the most primitive life forms, possessing infinite possibilities.

From their initial single-celled state, they evolved into multi-celled organisms, then algae, crustaceans... From marine creatures, they laboriously crawled onto land, enduring the hardships of evolution, developing fur to become beasts, or scales to become birds, insects, fish, and other land animals.

Within this courtyard, the epic of life unfolded like a continuously advancing slideshow, constantly evolving, compressing hundreds of millions of years of vast time and ages! It formed the most beautiful and magnificent mythical spectacle imaginable.

It watched everything in silent awe, filled with disbelief.

This was... the primordial dawn of the world... the birthplace of all things... the home of eternal life!!

Here, even an ancient being of the Ninth Order, a great life form that had lived for tens of thousands of years across eons, would struggle to endure such terrifying time?

They would quickly succumb to old age and reach the end of their lifespan.

Time could erase everything in the world; perhaps, this was true eternity.

But what was this, truly...!? In that instant, it could barely describe its inner turmoil. This dream, astonishingly, pointed directly to the truth of the world's origin?! Panic, urgency, unease, fear—a myriad of complex thoughts overlapped in its mind.

What was the origin of life?

It asked itself.

The God of Dreams felt a complex mix of emotions, becoming intertwined with both awe and panic.

Suddenly, it recalled a period hundreds of years ago, almost beyond reach, when it had secretly observed the beautiful dreams of other dreamers, for it always resided in the deepest recesses of the mind, peering into everyone's hearts and aspirations.

The Great Confucians of the Great Zhou Dynasty debated philosophy on Mount Xi, day and night without cease, sitting for three years until they coughed up blood and finally rested...

In the Alchemical Academy of the Demon Realm, the Grand Alchemists had also discussed it, engaging in heated debates and even brawling, but ultimately achieving no results...

But now, it perhaps knew this terrifying truth—a truth about the world that even an Eighth-Order god, a Ninth-Order world, or even the unknowable Tenth-Order beings in the Three Realms might not know!

A dream of countless beings!!

The ultimate mystery of life!!!

The truth had already appeared before its eyes; in this mysterious courtyard, its curtain was clearly drawn back...

The God of Dreams was itself composed of beautiful dreams and was naturally a unique creature formed from the aggregation of many people's aspirations. The revelation of this dream's truth made it almost unable to control itself.

It even abandoned the entire master plan!

The Earth Mother, Lady Qingteng, was indeed one of the oldest beings... Although she had not yet become a deity, within her mind lay a great secret and a great terror that even beings like Ermin and Medusa might not know! She knew the very root of the world's origin!

The God of Dreams usually had a steady disposition, having witnessed too many incredible dreams. Yet, at this moment, it couldn't help but feel somewhat dazed. If the ancient saints of the Three Realms knew these memories of the Earth Mother, would they also be terrified into collapse?

It continued to observe this grand dream of life.

Among these evolving creatures, it witnessed an even more terrifying horror.

The Thunder Emperor, the God-Slaying Blade, even the Evil Eye that originated Wizard Civilization, and ancient humans—all were born and continuously evolved here... Even some familiar figures, among them, it surprisingly saw the true form of Earth Mother Qingteng also evolving!

Its whole body trembled.

This dream, it turned out, was the origin dream of Earth Mother Qingteng!

Under constant shock, it gradually learned the full truth, completely losing its composure and recoiling several steps until it violently hit the edge of the dreamscape, finally stopping.

Before the Earth Mother descended upon this world, due to some accident, she had fragmentary memories from her birth, recalling a mysterious dimensional courtyard where she was created and where she had met the Creator God...

That was a dimensional courtyard in a temporal rift, the materialized vessel of the life laws of all heavens and myriad realms. What appeared to be a simple farmhouse courtyard was, in reality, constructed brick by brick from supreme laws?

The rise of Wizard Civilization and all manner of extraordinary beings originated from there?

The God of Dreams soon saw the Earth Mother Qingteng's dream, and the next scene was even more terrifying!

Within this courtyard, a vast and mysterious entity, enveloped in radiant light, emerged from a room and sat calmly on a chair in the yard, as if in a rural farmhouse. Holding a cup of special flaming black tea, it quietly observed the evolution of legendary beings like the Thunder Emperor and the Evil Eye.

Every movement it made seemed to ripple through the destinies of all worlds, creating countless lives. Even the endless worlds of the heavens appeared to be merely a sandbox game under its command—the supreme, great, unique, and materialized embodiment of chaotic concepts within the multiverse!

This was the Creator God in its true form.

The God of Dreams' breathing became utterly ragged, and its eyes shone with an unusual brilliance.

Residing in this home of eternal life, what it had just seen in the Origin Demon God was merely a tiny reflection of one of the countless avatars that had descended upon the myriad worlds...

This was the ultimate truth of the world!

It was too beautiful!

This world was simply incredible!

The God of Dreams roared, its eyes filled with fervent madness, wanting to peer more closely through the hazy chaotic currents. After all, it was an amalgamation of dreams, carrying the aspirations of all sentient beings.

I must see!

The dream!! The dream was right before its eyes!!!

It growled, throwing itself forward recklessly. The dreams of all beings had converged into a single dream, converging into itself.

I must see the supreme truth of the world!!

A sharp pang!

A sudden, intense pain erupted in its mind!!

A vast, terrifyingly cold gaze slowly descended, seemingly watching it without mercy.

Boom!! A mere gaze, like a tidal wave from a colossal bell, struck its divine consciousness, causing it to instantly crack, like a mirror shattering into countless fine fragments, beginning to collapse...

This was bad!

The dream was about to collapse!!!

It roared fiercely and loudly, filled with sorrow and despair. Indeed, a god... could not be looked upon directly!

The God of Dreams, a genderless soul-body of white mist without physical form, twisted and compressed like crumpled white paper, resembling discarded trash, as if technologically compressed... It was rapidly pulverized!

So that was it. Avatars descending into the myriad realms could naturally be gazed upon directly, as they were, after all, mere manifestations, openly revealed to all beings... But the true primordial form, even if glimpsed secretly in someone else's dream or through various indirect means, any attempt to trace or offend that unknowable Creator would be sensed from the unseen depths and forcefully obliterated!

Its meticulously planned assault on the Three Realms, the dreamscapes it had painstakingly woven to trap the gods, began to crumble, and it itself headed towards destruction!

This was bad! They were about to break free!

Death was not frightening.

It had already resigned itself to death and had no intention of leaving the Peach Blossom Banquet alive.

As a forbidden existence, a demon-god, possessing the terrifying status of 'eternal thought,' even if obliterated, slain, and shattered into fragments, they could revive as long as traces of their existence were still remembered in the world.

If people feared them and chanted their true names, they could be resurrected from the spacetime graveyard of old!

For beings like them, true death was being forgotten by the world.

They already had the same designation in the Western world, similar to the Cthulhuian evil gods of old:

The Old Ones!

Composed of unknown thought-matter far beyond the mortal realm, they were immortal and indestructible.

Now it was about to die, but as the saying goes, 'If one learns the truth in the morning, one can die in the evening.' Despite knowing the potential danger, it still tried to see, disregarding the larger plan, because it was an anomaly, unable to control itself, bearing the dreams and ideals of too many people. It was a grotesque entity, its very rules defined by sentient beings.

Moreover, it wasn't truly dying.

Even if it truly faced death, wouldn't those past fervent truth-seekers, like ascetic Medusa, willingly throw themselves into the flame upon witnessing this scene?

In the instant of touching the supreme truth, death was inconsequential!

"My original intention was to trap these top-tier beings for seven minutes and observe the deepest beautiful dreams of the remaining great entities. Now, I have only trapped them for three minutes and merely glimpsed half. Beings like Liu Wenjian, Hu Renong, and Hermes have not yet been observed, and this dream has only just begun; as a dream, the Earth Mother herself has not even appeared..."

It took a deep breath, feeling at peace, yet suddenly it perceived a great horror. A terrifying coldness seeped into its soul as its body continued to shatter, erasing everything about it. It began to realize that this was not death in the traditional sense...

"How could even my memories...?"

A dreadful thought surged from within its mind.

"I will die!"

It felt that this time, it would truly perish.

"No one could kill me, not even the unseen Ninth Order, unless they eradicated the sentient beings behind me, for they are our root! But now... any life form that gazes upon the Creator God, regardless of its nature or disregard for laws, will be forcibly obliterated and perish?"

Its mind was already a blank.

Watching its body shatter completely...

This was a terrifying price, far more devastating than imagined!!

At this moment, amidst its fragmentation, it suddenly saw the beautiful dream in the courtyard before it begin in earnest.

From the ordinary farmhouse, a supremely beautiful woman, the Earth Mother Lady Qingteng, suddenly emerged, dressed simply and purely, like a wife.

As it completely disintegrated, it heard the last words of its existence—the voice of the Earth Mother.

The Earth Mother, too, had fully embarked on her own beautiful dream. She stepped out of her room, looked at the entity sitting on the chair, offered a red fruit, and said with a gentle, shy expression:

"Dear, your apple is washed."

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