Capture Creator X1

The meaning is the youngest son in the family.

After the original god who gave birth to the family dissipated, the embryonic form of countless planes was formed.

The remaining child gods imitate, create, and evolve these plane worlds according to these prototypes.

As the years passed, the Child God gradually grew into one Creator after another capable of being alone, while Xieyi was at that time... still an unhatched egg.

His elder brother, older sister, those vigorous and elderly creators did not pay too much attention to this young brother who has been reluctant to escape from his shell in the original god palace in the sea of ​​clouds.

These ambitious creators, whose power is in their prime, have launched a long-planned war.

Because there are countless planes, but only one Creator is enough.

It was a sudden... battle of the gods between countless planes and universes.

All the dependents of the Creator, all the stars that belonged to their Creator, all set off a monstrous war.

The golden flame spread from the beginning of the universe to the end of the universe. Even those planes where it was difficult to meet the gods were squeezed by the collision between the planes, causing inestimable damage.

But these creators who inherited the original gods and fierceness don't care, the world is born by them, they die by them, and destruction will be rebuilt. They need a sequence now.

A sequence that determines who gets to be at the top.

I don't know who was the first to discover that devouring one's siblings could increase divine power. One of them did so, and the other followed suit.

Speaking of which, the gods are just the manifestation of the strongest power, so what's wrong with gaining more power...?

It's just that the more strength you have, the faster you can bear the limit.

These originally beautiful creators have turned into swollen and dangerous growths one by one in appearance. Some creators saw the lessons learned from the past and chopped up some of the meat that could not bear the power of the gods and threw them into the universe. Those pieces of meat It slowly grew and grew stronger, and finally became what later generations of dreamers called "ancient gods".

For the first time in the billions of years that the war of the gods was raging, Xieyi became conscious in the egg because he sensed danger.

The gods will have two premonitions in their life, one is when they are about to be born, and the other is when they are about to die.

Xie Yi broke out of his shell under the threat of death. Compared with his elder brother and sister, he was too young.

But the power contained in him is no less than that of any creator, even this... assembly in front of him.

【Sleeping little brother... We thought we would only maintain a power-condensed posture until death】

Once a god is born, he can gain knowledge, power, memory, and his own name.

The beautiful young god stepped out of the eggshell of the same height. He looked at the dense combination in front of him and was puzzled for only a moment, but he still recognized that it was his brothers and sisters.

Hundreds of gods and spirits devoured each other, and finally became an inseparable combination. The body had condensed into a round lump of meat with a rough surface. But my sister's face was densely squeezed into the lower abdomen of the meat.

The faces of these gods are still beautiful, but coupled with such bodies and malicious expressions, it is only creepy.

【The divinity of brother and sister...has been lost】

[This time, I want to try to swallow me, can I return to the original state]

Xie Yi looked at those lumps of meat that kept rolling, it was a sign of impending collapse.

[I will not be eaten obediently, I will also resist]

【However, it should be too late before you do it】

Xie Yi looked at the growing body like a blowing balloon, and closed his eyes.

At the moment of closing the eyes, the entire sea of ​​clouds was suddenly blown away by a violent explosion, and the stars broke away from their orbits and scattered all over the ground like rolling balls.

The worlds that lost their Creator fell into endless darkness one after another. The once brilliant starry sky seemed to be covered with a black gauze, never to see the grandeur of the past.

The death of the gods plunged all planes into unprecedented fear.

Xieyi watched his elder brother and sister turning into countless bright nebulae amidst the screams. He tried to gather those nebulae, but the speed of the gods dissipating was faster than he imagined.

Those mournful cries were like waves and tsunami, crashing into every inch of the temple, and the newly born young god slowly frowned, as if it was difficult to bear the burden of the world being destroyed.

One of the female creators, who still insisted that her figure did not dissipate, seemed to have finally regained her sanity before death.

She looked at Xie Yi sadly, and gently caressed Xie Yi's cheek with her hands that had become illusory.

These once famous and seemingly benevolent creators finally chose to devour the young brothers who were still in the eggs, in an attempt to restore the original state with the power of blood relatives.

But before that, they can only perish, and at the end, give the newly born little brother a little tenderness that is only warm.

[In order to obtain the highest throne, but ended up in this end]

【Even if we already have a premonition of death, we can't stop it】

[Maybe we are still children who are difficult to leave the brood. Even with a mature appearance, we still miss the era of the original gods]

【Meaning, from today onwards, you will be the only and last Creator】

【You can do whatever you want】

Once Xie Yi was born, he was the only one left in this vast world.

The last words his sister left him were that he could do whatever he wanted.

Then it’s okay to abandon the responsibility of the creator, it’s okay to create a new world that only belongs to you, and it’s okay to watch this world disappear.

But the moment Xie Yi stepped out of the temple, he subconsciously threw a silk thread at the sky full of stars.

The fine light slowly pulled up the planes that were about to fall, and put them back on the star track, but the damage of these planes could not be repaired by pulling them back to the orbit.

Xie Yi looked at the stars all over the sky, and he sat on the steps of the temple, thinking seriously for the first time.

Finally, he rubbed his ears and walked towards the world where the crying was the loudest.

Yes, these worlds had nothing to do with him, but...he wanted to live in a world without crying.

It would be nice if everyone could smile.

Human beings who have seen the Creator have said that the Creator is merciful.

But the Creator is just patching up one world after another, trying to find the bright light and shadow of the past mythological age.

If the elder brother and elder sister were still there, wouldn't Xie Yi be the only one walking on the star trail?

In the beginning, Xie Yi was able to repair these worlds with ease, but some worlds had sunk from the star track before he arrived.

Some simple repair work might be able to be delegated.

Xie Yi was watching the stars on the sea of ​​clouds, he lowered his head slightly, and looked under the sea of ​​clouds, as if he had never created a world.

Perhaps, it's time for him to choose to create his own kin.

The plane of dreamers slowly appeared in the conception of the gods, and Xie Yi looked at the species born naturally on it, and built a mechanism that would allow them to voluntarily go to other planes to work.

In the end, he explained that on the 36 white stone pillars reaching to the sky, he left part of his strength, which was enough to support the plane of the dreamer, and... quietly left a road to the throne of God.

One day, maybe someone on this plane will discover this path through the "Battle of the Gods".

Hundreds of millions of years have passed, and Xie Yi is still alone. He sits alone on the sea of ​​clouds, with only the sound of wind and endless mourning in his ears. Wouldn't it be... so lonely?

Xie Yi smiled a little ashamedly, he is not a qualified creator, nor is he a qualified god.

His elder brother and sister follow the instinct of God, wishing to be the only one in the world, but he wants someone who can talk to him, someone who can look at him, and someone who can accompany him.

The stars made harsh scratching sounds on the star trails, obviously there was another serious situation that needed to be rectified by the Creator as soon as possible.

Xieyi actually likes to go to the lower world. The creatures living in the plane often say that the Creator is the god who supports them and gives them everything.

But for Xie Yi, it may not necessarily be that they have been supporting him.

In the beginning it was because of responsibility, but now Xieyi is out of love, repairing the world.

Xie Yi came to a war plane this time, no, it should be because the mainland was continuously swallowed by darkness, and the resources were reduced to the extreme, which led to years of wars.

Xieyi threw down a small piece of dust, and that dust quickly formed a new continent, ocean, and the sun that had sunk long ago rose again in the darkness. This plane will take a new path in the next few years .

"It's you?!"

Behind Xie Yi, there was a sudden cry of surprise. Although he had already noticed that someone was coming, to Xie Yi, everyone was the same.

Xie Yi slowly turned around, and saw a young man in armor standing not far away with gold and silver eyes.

He seemed to want to come over very much, but because of the blood on his body, he hesitated to go there.

His eyes were bright, and his vision was a little strange.Unlike other planar creatures who looked at Xieyi with reverence and dare not look directly at him, he stared at Xieyi as if he was worried that Xieyi would melt.

"General! General! Where are you—"

The shouts of soldiers came from the hillside not far away, but the man called the general suddenly panicked. He seemed to sense that Xie Yi was about to leave.

He yelled hastily.

"I'm A Yan! Do you remember? I will definitely go find you!"

……

God has two premonitions in his life, one when he is about to be born and one when he is about to die.

When Xie Yi looked at the person in front of him, the third premonition came without warning.

He will meet this man who calls himself "A Yan" again.

Not on other planes, but on the highest seat of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

The Creator heard the wailing in his ear, he didn't think deeply, and he didn't talk to that person, he was too busy to set off again.

A hunch is only valuable if it comes true.

Maybe he will wait for that day to come.