Chapter 308: Origin of the Lord God

The gazes of the Seven True Gods were like seven invisible divine blades, converging upon Lu Yan’s towering Emperor Avatar.

Divine light flickered unpredictably in their eyes, concealing depths unfathomable.

With their perception as the this world’s only ones, they naturally saw through the nature of the Emperor Avatar with ease.

Though vast in form and exuding an extraordinary aura, the true strength of this Emperor Avatar was at most on par with a Sequence Two secret deity of corruption.

Such a level of power, under ordinary circumstances, would struggle to even catch their attention in the material world, let alone step into the Starrealm where the gods resided.

Yet now, this seemingly insignificant avatar had boldly arrived before them, claiming a seat at the table of the feast over the Old Ones’ remnants of power and authority.

Had it been any other Sequence Two being acting so brazenly, their wills—capable of unraveling all cause and effect—would have crushed the intruder into dust without leaving a trace.

But this Emperor Avatar was different.

It represented not just itself, but the mysterious Underworld pantheon—and behind it, the enigmatic Fengdu Emperor, who had yet to reveal his full presence but had already shown a glimpse of the iceberg beneath the water.

What unsettled the Seven True Gods even more was the pure and ancient Old One aura they sensed from this avatar—an aura identical to that of the Old One’s corpse suspended above the Starrealm.

This aura was so pure, so ancient, it felt as though it originated from the same source as the Old One itself.

Combined with the unique cultivation system that deviated entirely from the standard paths of the Eerie Version yet still functioned freely within this world—capable even of forming such a distinct avatar—these mysteries stirred genuine curiosity in these ancient gods who had long grown indifferent to the ordinary.

Too many secrets were hidden within this Emperor Avatar.

Previously, when the Storm God had attempted to probe Lu Yan’s memories, he had suffered a silent but bone-deep setback—one that left even him unsettled. As a result, the other six True Gods no longer dared to forcibly probe Lu Yan with their wills as this world’s only ones.

Had it not been for that, they would’ve long since dissected this avatar inside and out.

Even so, their temporary tolerance of the avatar’s anomaly did not mean they acknowledged its right to dine at the Old One feast as equals among this world’s only ones.

After a moment of silence, one of the Seven True Gods finally spoke. This deity was surrounded by endless divine radiance, as dazzling as an eternally blazing sun—a True God of Light and Order: the Everlasting Sun.

His voice was grand and imposing, filled with irresistible power.

“If your true body had come here, perhaps you might barely qualify to share in the spoils of this Old One feast.”

“But now, you present merely an avatar—what right do you have to claim a share of the Old One’s power?”

As his words fell, a blazing golden sun rose within this deep and shadowed Starrealm.

It radiated infinite light and heat, instantly illuminating the entire realm. Its pure brilliance threatened to expel all darkness and evil, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Under the blazing radiance of the Everlasting Sun, Lu Yan’s Emperor Avatar began to warp violently.

The body of the avatar, formed through the fusion of divine court order and traces of Old One aura, seemed on the verge of being purified and collapsing entirely beneath the overwhelming purity of Light.

“The Everlasting Sun is right!” A voice filled with fury and destruction rang out immediately after—none other than the Storm God, who had earlier suffered silently at Lu Yan’s hands.

Now that the Everlasting Sun had taken the initiative to pressure Lu Yan, the Storm God showed no hesitation in joining the assault.

BOOM!

In an instant, a tempest of howling winds, torrential rain, and world-shattering lightning descended from the void.

These were not ordinary bolts of lightning but Cataclysmic Divine Thunder, charged with the authority of disaster. Each bolt, vicious and purple-hued, resembled furious dragons of lightning.

Entire swathes of the Starrealm collapsed beneath their descent, accompanied by deafening thunderclaps.

Each strike possessed the terrifying might to easily slay Sequence Three mortal gods—and now, the lightning fell not in dozens, but in billions.

A thunderstorm of apocalyptic scale gathered overhead, threatening to obliterate the Emperor Avatar already faltering under the radiant blaze of the Everlasting Sun.

One god pressed with overwhelming sunlight, another with annihilating storm—together, their intent was crystal clear: to force Lu Yan to submit, and more importantly, to compel the Fengdu Emperor behind him to descend with true will.

The remaining five True Gods stayed silent, coldly watching it unfold.

Their expressions varied—some amused, others contemplative—but none showed intent to intervene.

Amidst this world-ending threat, Lu Yan’s true body, seated calmly in the quiet chamber of the Victoria Royal Palace, displayed neither fear nor panic.

On the contrary, the corners of his lips curled into a subtle smile, and in his heart rose a quiet, unexplainable joy.

“They’re… wary,” Lu Yan whispered to himself, a sigh of relief hidden in his voice.

What he feared most was that the Seven True Gods wouldn’t even give him the chance to speak, and would instead destroy his avatar outright with divine force.

Had that occurred, unless he could ascend instantly to the level of a this world’s only one, death would have been certain, with no room for miracles.

But now, though the Everlasting Sun and Storm God spoke harshly and unleashed tremendous pressure, they did not strike to kill. They sought instead to suppress and test.

That meant Lu Yan’s efforts—his staging, manipulation, and gambits—had begun to pay off.

The sword strike from the eternal past, and the Old One aura embedded in the Emperor Avatar, had successfully planted seeds of doubt and fear in the minds of these ancient gods.

They feared that killing this seemingly weak avatar might provoke a being capable of crossing versions—an existence who could potentially be a this world’s only one.

Even a sliver of fear was enough for Lu Yan to find a foothold and begin his counterattack.

In the span of a breath, countless strategies flashed through his mind. In the next instant, the Emperor Avatar—battered by endless lightning and blazing sunlight—underwent a startling transformation.

“Hahahahaha!”

The Emperor Avatar dropped all pretense of solemnity and burst into thunderous laughter, echoing through the entire Starrealm.

The laugh rang with disdain and arrogance, causing the stars above to tremble as if shivering before it.

“What are you laughing at?” the Storm God’s thunderous face twisted in displeasure as he questioned coldly.

The Emperor Avatar merely shot him a glance of contempt, unbothered, and spoke in a booming voice:

“I laugh at you lot—grabbing at the Old One’s remains and stumbling into this world’s only one positions. You’ve gained the ability to glimpse partial truths beyond this world, and yet you remain trapped in this crumbling, pathetic cage.”

“Utterly laughable!”

“Truly pitiful!”

His voice cracked like thunder across the realm, shaking the hearts of every True God.

Though these ancient beings were long inured to emotions and unaffected by insults, the utter disdain in Lu Yan’s words still provoked the short-tempered Storm God into responding:

“Fool! Arrogant insect!”

The Storm God roared, “The great beings of other versions, once they step into this world’s only one realm, have no path forward. But here, in this Eerie Version, the Old One corpse remains. By devouring it, we carve a clear road forward with endless potential.

“As long as the corpse remains, we still have a shot at reaching even higher! And what do you—a mere avatar—know of that?!”

Lu Yan nodded in apparent agreement.

“Indeed, the Old One’s corpse is a rare opportunity, unique to this version. It allows beings here to ascend into this world’s only one state far more easily than in other versions.”

But then, his tone shifted sharply, becoming razor-edged.

“However… none of you have asked the most important question.”

“If the path of the Old Ones truly led to eternity… why did they perish?”

“Why did such mighty beings fall, their corpses left to nourish this Eerie Version?”

The words fell like thunder into still water, stirring up towering waves.

For the first time, the Seven True Gods’ previously emotionless expressions shifted in unison.

There was doubt, contemplation—even a hint of shaken faith.

But Lu Yan did not pause, pressing forward mercilessly.

“You’re just retracing the failed path of the Old Ones.”

“No matter how much you consume or integrate, you’re still walking the same dead-end road.

“In the end, you’ll spend countless eons bound to this one version, only to perish and see your bodies feed the next version’s birth.”

“Is this truly the road you seek? Is this what you call the supreme path?”

Each word from the Emperor Avatar pierced like a blade into the divine hearts of the Seven True Gods, exposing the fears they most wished to bury.

“Then…” A calm, wise voice broke the suffocating silence.

It belonged to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, who had remained silent until now, surrounded by symbols of knowledge and starlit runes.

His deep gaze locked on the Emperor Avatar.

“If there is a path beyond this world’s only one, what is it?”

The six other gods turned in unison, waiting for Lu Yan’s answer.

Within the quiet chamber of the Victoria Palace, Lu Yan allowed himself a faint smile.

The fish had taken the bait.

“Above this world’s only one, lies the only one of all worlds.”

“To attain that is to transcend the limitations of a single version, to freely cross infinite worlds while remaining eternally singular—unchanging, unstained, eternal.”

“Such a being’s will shines across the heavens, its gaze pierces all truths.

“Past, present, and future become mere pages in the palm of their hand. That is true eternity. That is true transcendence.”

“Has anyone attained this ‘only one of all worlds’ realm?” the Storm God interjected again, his voice tinged with hidden skepticism.

Lu Yan glanced at him coldly, voice flat:

“If one had already attained it, its brilliance would illuminate even this Eerie Version. You, as holders of this world’s only one authority—would you remain unaware?”

“Then is this not just a pipe dream, an unreachable illusion?” challenged the God of War, cloaked in blood and violence.

Lu Yan shook his head gently, eyes deep and unknowable.

“No one has yet stepped into that ultimate realm… but someone is walking the true path toward it.

“Their foundation is vast. Their strength far surpasses any ordinary this world’s only one.”

“That supreme deity… is called—”

Lu Yan paused. His words now carried the weight of truth that spanned countless versions.

“—the Lord God!”

As those two words fell from the mouth of the Emperor Avatar, Lu Yan felt a sliver of hidden karma stir.

He knew well—it was the Lord God’s contingency within the Collapsing Version. And as the update approached, that karmic thread only grew stronger.

The Seven True Gods, in unison, felt a strange sensation.

Above the stars, it was as though a gaze spanning infinite versions was about to descend upon the Eerie Version.

(End of Chapter)