Tome of Blood

Chapter 675-22- A New Era
Within the crimson sea of ​​consciousness, the balance between the two creators was instantly shattered.

When the powers of "Charlotte" across countless timelines are combined, her very existence becomes a manifestation of the laws of spacetime.

That crimson divine power was no longer merely a torrent of energy, but more like a long river of time and space that spanned eternity and gathered countless possibilities. Its majestic momentum and immense power completely overwhelmed the paleness of the primordial struggle.

Charlotte slowly raised her hand, the movement elegant and simple.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness responded accordingly, and the invisible laws of space and time instantly emerged, like billions of dazzling threads, tightly binding and binding the original pale white radiance.

Each of those spacetime threads connects to a possibility that was originally ignored or denied; now, these possibilities have become the most solid cage.

Yuan Chu finally panicked.

A furious roar echoed across the Crimson Sea, unleashing the power of creation and destruction to its fullest extent. In an instant, pale divine power erupted with unprecedented intensity.

Countless miniature universes were born in an instant, nebulae swirled, and starry rivers shone brightly, containing the boundless vitality of the beginning of creation.

However, before this vitality could blossom, it was led to its end by His own hand in the next instant, turning into the purest and most thorough destructive energy.

These destructive forces, compressed to their extreme, rained down on Charlotte like a storm. Each strike was enough to kill an ordinary true god a thousand times over, and wherever they passed, even the void of her sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be completely destroyed.

But all these fierce attacks seemed clumsy and futile in the face of Charlotte, who wielded the power of time and space.

She didn't even need to adopt an obvious defensive stance.

With a slight thought, the pale orbs of light containing destructive power suddenly slowed to almost zero as they approached her, as if they were stuck in an invisible quagmire, only able to crawl forward extremely slowly, never able to touch the hem of her clothes.

The law of time: absolute stillness.

Other attacks, however, were strangely deflected from her side, as if they had collided with an invisible prism, refracted and banished at will, disappearing into the unknown spatial rifts, leaving not even a ripple behind.

The laws of space, absolute deflection.

Charlotte appeared to simply stand there quietly.

But her "state of being" is constantly being added.

Before the attack, she was at the peak of her divine power, and her will was at its most resolute...

The "strongest state" from different points in time is cleverly superimposed on "this moment," so that every seemingly casual wave of her hand, the divine power of blood flowing from her fingertips contains the accumulated power that spans the past, present and future, easily tearing the originally hastily constructed defense to shreds.

This is not a battle at all.

This was a one-sided crushing defeat!
At this very moment, through countless cycles of time and space, Charlotte has achieved absolute suppression of the original authority!

Originally, it was like an insect that had fallen into amber.

Every struggle He made only accelerated the process of His complete sealing away.

Charlotte's crimson divine power thus gradually stripped away the intricate connections between the primordial world and the world of Miria.

Gradually, the primordial energy began to weaken.

The power that originally permeated the very foundation of the world was gradually compressed and drawn away by Charlotte, eventually being forced back into the center of this sea of ​​consciousness, into that increasingly dim and pale light...

"Do not--!!!"

The primordial entity emitted a roar mixed with pain and rage. The pale light and shadow twisted and expanded violently, only to be quickly compressed back by the laws of space and time.

Just as the crimson light gathering at Charlotte's fingertips reached its peak, a final, sharp, and malevolent threat emerged from the primordial, distorted light and shadow:

"Charlotte Castel! Stop! Are you going to destroy all of Miria with your own hands?!"

Threatening words echoed in Charlotte's mind, filled with desperate madness.

Charlotte's fingertips paused slightly in their light.

She certainly knew the meaning behind the original words.

This is not empty talk or intimidation.

As the creator god who has coexisted with the world of Miria for countless eons and whose power is deeply embedded in the fundamental laws of the world, the primordial existence itself has long been an inseparable part of Miria's history, and even the cornerstone of its extraordinary power.

The Creator Being cannot be "killed" in the conventional sense.

The so-called "killing" is more like a conceptual ultimate seal—seal it into absolute silence, a realm of absolute nothingness that even time and existence cannot touch.

In order to ensure that it cannot return by relying on the "traces" left in the world, the executor must simultaneously erase all evidence of its existence from the real world.

For the Primal, this "proof" was almost equivalent to the entire history of the world of Miria since it possessed supernatural powers.

Those glorious civilizations, those magnificent epics, those legends of heroes and gods, the brilliance of faith and magic...

All memories, records, and even the changes they caused to the material world related to the primordial power and extraordinary power will be erased completely, as if wiped away by an eraser.

Artemis, Harald, Sebastian, Nice...

All the faces intertwined with her fate, all the memories she had experienced, would vanish into nothingness.

She does indeed control time and space, possessing the ability to reverse time, reshape shattered landscapes, and bring back lost lives.

But if the "history" that forms the foundation of the world is erased, her reversal is like building a castle on quicksand, losing the foundation upon which it depends.

She could create a similar "Miria," but it would no longer be the homeland that held the shared memories of her and her companions.

Do not……

Without the power of the primordial, the world of Miria will inevitably revert to the ancient, primordial state. Even if time were to be retraced, all that would be gained would be an even more ancient and desolate primordial world.

The civilization rooted in supernatural power will never appear again, the people she knew will never appear again, and all the "history" related to supernatural power will never appear again.

But Charlotte did not back down.

"Finished?"

The girl spoke softly, her voice still steady, yet carrying a resolute determination to end everything:

"Without you..."

The lingering crimson light at her fingertips suddenly burst forth with an unparalleled brilliance:
"Then let me become the history of Miria."

As soon as she finished speaking, the blood divine power that had gathered all her strength transformed into a beam of light that pierced through eternity, striking precisely the struggling pale figure!
"you--!!!"

He only managed to let out a short, extremely sharp roar filled with resentment and disbelief before his voice abruptly stopped, as if his throat had been choked!

"boom--!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the pale light flickered and twisted violently within the crimson glow.

It struggled, but in vain. Under the vast crimson light, its flickering pale form rapidly thinned and became transparent, and finally, like a shattered phantom, it vanished completely...

At the very instant that the original consciousness completely disappeared from the present world, an invisible yet overwhelming and irresistible "erasure" began.

The existence of the world of Miria, that scorched earth shattered in the war of the gods and corroded by pale divine power, has begun to become uncertain.

The extraordinary laws originating from the beginning are being extracted from history, and the history associated with them is rapidly fading and disappearing.

The world is heading toward a more fundamental kind of annihilation, caused by the hollowing out of its foundations.

Only Charlotte, by virtue of her supreme status as a creator and her unique authority over time and space, forcibly preserved a complete and intact memory of the "Primordial God" amidst this torrent of erasure.

This memory is incredibly heavy, containing all the original information and essence.

She put it away and sealed it deep within her own divine essence, constructing a sealing lock with her own will and soul as the core.

The other end of the lock is the primordial state, which is now lost in eternal silence.

"From then on..."

Charlotte murmured to herself, her indifferent voice echoing in the empty sea of ​​her consciousness:

"Unless I voluntarily give up or perish completely, you will never return."

Having done all this, Charlotte's gaze finally turned to the "fading" world of Miria.

For the first time, her eyes revealed extremely complex emotions.

Miria was not her hometown.

But she had lived here for a long time, and traveling through time had given her memories of thousands of years. The familiar faces in those memories, and the companions who trusted and followed her, had already left their mark on her heart.

One point that Yuan Chu made was correct.

She would not stand idly by and watch the "history" of the world of Miria perish, nor would she stand idly by and watch her companions die.

With this thought in mind, Charlotte slowly closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the vast and boundless authority of [Space-Time].

"Come back... Miria."

The soft call seemed to contain the power to create the world.

She began to manipulate the river of time and space, using herself as the fulcrum and the power of the creator god as the lever to pry open the spacetime structure of the entire world of Miria!

Guided by Charlotte's supreme will, the seemingly irreversible river of time, which flowed ceaselessly, emitted a deafening roar as if it came from the very beginning of the universe!

The long river flows backward, creating a myriad of scenes!
The shattered landscape is rapidly reassembled like a reversed video, the annihilated stars are relit, and the dried-up ocean is once again filled with azure... The whole world is moving upstream along the trajectory of time in a way that transcends logic!

The scenery changed rapidly, and the history that had disappeared with the original silence began to reappear.

But this is only temporary.

Without the original blessing, the past is like water without roots, collapsing as soon as it surfaces.

But enough is enough.

Charlotte decisively intervened with her power, and the collapsing history was temporarily stabilized in the crimson glow, then flickered and regressed like a revolving lantern.

Cities rose and then turned into villages, and the legends of heroes faded into the ordinary... In the end, all the scenes were frozen in a primitive and ignorant world, yet full of infinite vitality and potential... the ancient era!
Charlotte's figure appeared silently in the sky above this continent.

That was before the primordial gods descended to earth.

She looked down at the ancient and pure land beneath her feet, slowly opening her arms as if embracing the whole world.

The vast and boundless power of blood creation within his body surged forth instantly, like a torrent finding an outlet!

"Since there is no longer any extraordinary..."

The girl murmured to herself, her ethereal voice echoing between heaven and earth in ancient times:

“Then I will become your transcendence, the origin of everything for you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson divine power of creation transformed into a rain of light that covered the entire world, falling in abundance.

The sunlight and rain nourished the ancient land, seeping into every inch of soil, every stream, every leaf, and into the depths of the soul of every innocent life.

The mountains and rivers seemed to be imbued with spirit in this light and rain; the rushing rivers began to nurture spirits; the branches and leaves of ancient trees swayed without wind, emitting faint natural fluctuations; and those primitive ancestors who ate raw meat and drank blood, in their ignorance, felt for the first time a strange energy surging within them, different from pure brute force...

At this moment, extraordinary power... appeared in the world of Miria.

A brand new era has begun, a mythical age no longer defined by the original, but woven and laid down by Charlotte herself...