Crossing the World of Warcraft: I am an Ancient God

"This is the source of creation!" Lishvim's voice echoed in the empty space, as if the whole world could hear his exclamation.

Yun stared at Lishvim with wide eyes, his face filled with disbelief. He couldn't understand why this place could be the source of creation. After all, before this, both Flor and Dark had mistaken the internet cafe he'd traveled through for the source of creation, even mistaking it for the remains of their home planet. Could it be that all this was wrong?

Lishvim seemed to sense Yun's confusion. He smiled slightly and said, "Hmm? You've been to that so-called source of creation? That's astonishing! You're truly someone who has mastered the power of creation. You've had such a rich experience at such a young age."

Yun's mind was in turmoil, and he began to doubt everything he knew. Who was this Rishvim? Why was he here? What was his purpose? A series of questions flooded his mind, leaving Yun feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

"Who are you?" Yun finally came to his senses. He stared at Lishvim, trying to discern some clue from his expression. "What do you want to do? And... and..." Yun's voice trailed off. He suddenly felt like he was trapped in a massive trap, one most likely set by the Firstborn.

A sense of fear surged in Yun's heart, as he realized that he might be gradually helping the Firstborn to achieve his goal. However, facing the situation before him, he didn't know how to respond.

"What else? Of course there is! It's normal that this place is different from what you imagined. You actually thought that this place was built by that First Born guy? Haha, that's ridiculous! He just learned some superficial knowledge here. As for the Zaremettis outside, your understanding is correct. It is indeed a place used to experiment with new life. It's just that after they learned the knowledge here, they ran outside to do experiments." Lishvim explained to Yun slowly with a smile, as if everything was under his control.

As Yun listened to Lishvim's words, his doubts grew deeper. He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you, anyway? How do you know all this? Who are you serving?" A hint of alarm lingered in Yun's voice. He realized that Lishvim was no ordinary boss; he must be hiding a huge secret.

Lishvim's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile. He slowly said, "Who am I? Don't you already know? I am Lishvim, Chief Creator Lishvim!" His tone was filled with pride, a pride not possessed by anyone under Zoval. Yun's mind raced with thoughts, the only thing he could think of was that this Lishvim might have existed even before the Eternals.

Yun frowned tightly. He hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to ask, "Is this the mother planet?" This question had been lingering in his mind, making him feel a little uneasy.

"Mother Planet?" Lishvim murmured to himself, as if the word brought back endless memories. "Such a distant word! I almost forgot what it looked like."

Yun stood aside, listening quietly to Lishvim's sentiments, a complex wave of emotions welling up within him. He had always had a vague idea of ​​his home planet, knowing only that it was a distant and mysterious place. Yet, when Lishvim spoke these words, Yun's heart was still shaken.

Yun recalled a previous conversation with Flor, in which Flor had suggested that the home planet might be Earth. This suggestion surprised Yun. Although Yun's memories of Earth were somewhat hazy, he still hoped to return. Flor also hypothesized the influence of oxygen on the present world. When Flor further explained that if Earth was indeed the home planet, it would likely have exploded, Yun's hopes were instantly dashed. He realized that he might never be able to return to his former home.

Now, Lishvim's words gave Yun a glimmer of hope. He said the Holy Tomb of the Firstborn was a structure from their original homeworld, meaning it wasn't Earth. Although Yun didn't know if he could truly return to his homeworld, this discovery at least rekindled a desire to return home.

"Are you a life form on the home planet? What about the Firstborn? And... what about me?" Yun's heart was filled with doubt and confusion, as if the entire world had become blurred before him. He didn't know who to trust, nor did he know what situation he was in.

However, Yun knew that his arrival here must have been arranged by the Firstborn or a higher being. He couldn't help but wonder what they wanted him to know.

At this moment, Lishvim's voice broke Yun's meditation: "Me? Just a lingering consciousness. As for the First Born? It's just a prototype that suddenly has its own consciousness. He still wants to control the world. It's simply a fantasy! Although he has done a lot, it's nothing more than that." Lishvim's words revealed his disdain for the First Born.

Yun became more and more anxious, and he asked quickly: "What about me? What is the power of creation? Why am I the only one who has mastered it? And Flor, why are there only two of us who have mastered it? What about the ancient gods? What about the Titans? And the Eternals, what is the purpose of their existence? Why are they targeting me?" A series of questions spewed out of Yun's mouth like cannonballs, and he desperately hoped to get answers from Lishvim.

"Them? I really don't know. This place has been sealed for too long." Lishvim sighed, as if he was full of helplessness and emotion about this long time.

After hearing this, Yun was even more speechless. He couldn't help but think to himself, "You've been sealed away for so long, and you know nothing about the situation here, yet you're still babbling on and on. Aren't you just trying to fool me? I've been patiently listening to you for so long!"

However, just as Yun was about to open his mouth to refute, he suddenly caught sight of the four figures standing outside. They gave him an indescribable sense of oppression, instantly making him feel a little insecure. After all, with his current strength, he probably couldn't compete with them.

"Don't think what I'm saying here is nonsense," Lishvim continued, seemingly sensing Yun's thoughts. "Your arrival here is destiny itself. It was fate that led you to me and gave you the opportunity to help me open the door to the Grip of Domination."

Yun hesitated. Although he still had doubts in his heart, facing those four powerful beings, he did not dare to easily reject Lishvim's proposal. So, he hesitated for a moment and said, "I still..."

Before he could finish his words, Lishvim interrupted him and said with a smile, "I believe you will cooperate with me." That smile revealed an irresistible confidence.

Seeing this, Yun sighed in his heart and said helplessly: "Okay, I can cooperate. But how can I leave here?" His eyes fell on the enclosed space around him, as if looking for clues to the exit.

Seeing this, Lishvim raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile. He said, "You humans have always been known for your cunning, but don't worry, I will naturally take you to open the Grip of Domination."

"Oh?" Yun's expression instantly turned cold, and his voice dropped an octave. "So, you're not planning on letting me go?"

Lishvim's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile. "You are the one who has mastered the power of creation. Of course I can't kill you. However, I can make your life worse than death and torture you. But don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."

Yun's expression grew increasingly gloomy. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. "So you're saying I should be grateful and thank you, right?"

Lishvim laughed heartily, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Haha, don't take it so seriously. I just want you to be a little more obedient. After all, you humans are so good at causing trouble. Even so, I'm still a little worried."

Yun frowned tightly, staring at Lishvim, "How are you going to deal with me?" As he spoke, he slowly raised the Ashbringer in his hand. A powerful force surged through him, and his body trembled slightly, obviously in a state of high tension.

Seeing this, Lishvim simply chuckled contemptuously, "Are you still going to resist? Why bother? If you just submit to me obediently and let me control your body, wouldn't everything be much easier?"

Yun's eyes were like burning flames, becoming increasingly fiery and determined. He looked directly at Lishvim without fear, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his heart through his eyes.

"What if I don't agree?" Yun's voice was cold and resolute, without any hesitation or retreat.

Lishvim was obviously a little surprised by Yun's reaction, but he quickly adjusted his mood and that unpredictable smile reappeared on his face.

"Oh my, look at those four guys, do you really think you can defeat them? Why are you so stubborn?" There was a hint of sarcasm and persuasion in Lishwim's tone, as if he wanted to shake Yun's determination.

However, Yun turned a deaf ear to his words. He had only one belief in his heart - never give in.

"I said, most of the time I won't give up easily." Yun suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an unexpected smug smile.

This smile made Lishvim startled. He had never seen Yun so confident.

While Lishvim was still in shock, Yun suddenly threw the Ashbringer in his hand with all his strength, and it flew straight towards Lishvim like lightning.

This throw was of great significance, as it contained the enormous energy of Yun himself and was extremely powerful.

When Lishvim saw this, his face changed drastically. He knew very well how powerful this attack was and did not dare to take it lightly.

He quickly raised his hands and used all his strength to block to resist this sudden attack.

At this critical moment, Lishvim was astonished to find that Yun had suddenly pulled out an enormous longsword from his arms, as if by magic! The sword was blazing with flames, as if enveloped in the fires of hell, and the powerful energy attached to it was even more terrifying.

What shocked Lishvim even more was that this energy felt familiar to him—it was the energy of his home planet! His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the longsword in Yun's hand, wondering, "How could Yun possess such a terrifying weapon? If he had revealed this sword earlier, it wouldn't have completely reversed the situation, but it would have at least cost me a lot of effort!"

However, before Lishvim could recover from his shock, Yun's next move left him dumbfounded. Holding the enormous, flaming sword, Yun thrust it at a wall without hesitation!

The stab was like lightning piercing the night sky, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. And that wall was the key to the entire magic circle! Although Lishvim knew the magic circle well, he didn't know the consequences of attacking this key point.

As Yun's sword pierced the wall like a streak of yellow fire, Lishvim's mind went blank. He had no idea how profoundly Yun's attack would affect the formation. He could only stare blankly at the scene before him, filled with astonishment and confusion.

"Boom!" With a dull thud, Yun was violently sent flying like a kite with its string cut. This sudden and immense force completely caught him off guard, and he couldn't help but secretly marvel at the sheer force of the rebound.

Despite the severe damage, Yun's mind remained alert. He quickly scanned his surroundings, warily observing whether the four fake Eternals would seize the opportunity to attack. However, as his gaze swept over the four figures, he found them standing still like statues, showing no sign of movement.

Seeing this, Yun felt a little relieved, but he did not let his guard down. After all, no one could guarantee that these seemingly silent enemies would not suddenly attack.

After stabilizing himself a little, Yun took two steps back, a mocking smile on his face, and said to Lishvim, "Oh? How do you feel this time? Do you need my help again?"

Lishvim's eyes were fixed on Yun, a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes. He was obviously curious about the weapon in Yun's hand.

"You... humans are indeed cunning. What kind of weapon is that in your hand?" There was a hint of unwillingness and anger in Lishvim's voice.

Yun shook the Goshalak in his hand, a smug look on his face, and replied nonchalantly, "This one? I think it's called Goshalak, but I can't quite remember the exact name."

"Well, you are worthy of being the one who has mastered the power of creation. You are indeed the one chosen by fate. You are very good." Lishwim said as he touched the wall next to him and went directly into the wall, which surprised Yun.