Chapter 4705: Lin Moyu's Wild Imaginings
Lin Moyu manipulated both the Balance Gem and the Nine Heavens Fate Technique at the same time, maintaining Linguistic God World in a highly stable state as it absorbed the power and Primal Qi of the newborn world.
A seven cycle world's essence greatly surpassed that of a six cycle world truly a different level of existence. Even after enduring the Heaven Burst, Earth Crack process and being rebuilt from destruction, the world force that emerged was still unimaginably strong.
If external factors intervened, it was extremely likely it would evolve into an entirely new world, and probably another seven cycle world at that.
This sparked a flood of thoughts in Lin Moyu's mind, ideas appearing one after another.
Why did his spell possess such power? This ability surpassed mere "strength" it revived worlds, created order from chaos, like a phoenix reborn from ashes.
Such power was not something a cultivator should be able to wield.
If a cultivator could wield this power, he would no longer just be a cultivator but a creator.
The existence that opens the heavens and creates all things should be the one to wield such abilities.
All things evolve from Heaven and Earth. The first step is to become a living world, and that requires primordial materials from the walls of Heaven and Earth.
Such primordial materials only exist within the walls themselves, so the origin of all things is the wall of Heaven and Earth.
But where does the wall itself come from? Are the materials inside naturally occurring, or were they made by someone?
If made by someone, then that person would be the Creator.
If such a being exists, they wouldn't want anyone else possessing the same power that's simply human nature.
Although Lin Moyu's world explosion isn't literal creation from nothing, it does revive dead worlds touching on the authority of the Creator.
If he could take one more step, maybe he could create from nothing.
Lin Moyu pondered these possibilities, though all were based on the assumption of a real Creator.
Half of these thoughts were his own wild imaginations; even the title of "Creator" was a name he invented.
Still, Lin Moyu believed everything has an origin.
Forbidden zones, the wall of Heaven and Earth, the Calamity Scepter, the World Burning Fire, the System
All things that surpass the worlds themselves must have an origin.
"Maybe only by passing through the forbidden zone of life can I find that source," he thought.
"I want to see if my guess is true, if a Creator really exists."
He put aside these chaotic musings; he had no idea how long he'd been thinking, while Linguistic God World devoured everything.
The world kept expanding, so Lin Moyu took out all his rule crystals, feeding them into the world to strengthen its rules, adapting to the massive change.
The entire world was becoming vast and substantial. Though it hadn't yet evolved a complete set of laws, even the scattered, unorganized laws brought new sensations.
This difference was evident compared to Chaos Wasteland, and to any world he'd ever seen.
Lin Moyu was acutely aware that Linguistic God World was undergoing a mysterious transformation, storing up strength and awaiting a major metamorphosis.
He knew that when this metamorphosis was complete, the world would become a seven cycle world itself.
But it still needed more world force and Primal Qi what Linguistic God World produced on its own wouldn't be enough for qualitative change.
Mundane worlds weren't very useful; only power from seven cycle worlds and above could push the transformation.
Otherwise, it was all quantitative change never enough to trigger a qualitative leap.
Currently, there were only two methods to find other worlds:
Search in Chaos Wasteland, where after great disasters, remnants of worlds that connect to it gradually surface.
But worlds are vast, space channels are miniscule, and they could appear anywhere it was all luck.
The more realistic approach
Lin Moyu looked at the Little Tree, which had now grown another new branch, with three green leaves.
Each leaf could theoretically bear a world; the tree now had six leaves and could in theory carry six worlds.
Little Tree wasn't fully grown, but still could search for worlds and create space channels for Lin Moyu.
Little Tree searched diligently while Lin Moyu, undistracted, kept feeding power to his world and monitored changes.
Meanwhile, he multi tasked, examining the soul crystal given to him by Sovereign Xunzhi.
Inside the crystal were Xunzhi's insights into the Dao of Fate peerless treasures for any fate cultivator, but to Lin Moyu, they were only a reference.
He had no intention of following the path of fate, or copying Xunzhi's Dao. He wouldn't walk the same path as others.
Somewhere along the way, his path had become unique.
The fact that none who walked the old paths ever succeeded meant they were wrong.
He could only take his own way maybe then, he'd have a chance.
Sovereign Xunzhi's mastery of fate was profound, and Lin Moyu's understanding of worlds grew deeper by studying it.
A world is made of countless components every path, every law, every being, every blade of grass.
Each component has its own destiny, which interweaves with others, influencing results and shaping the whole.
A world is like a massive web; every being, strong or weak, is a thread.
A few broken threads will not affect the web, but if many break, the web tears.
So the world can determine the destiny of all things, but the destinies within it can also reshape the world in return.
For a world to run balanced and orderly, it must have a complete, complex, and stable set of laws.
Even someone like Xunzhi, who could glimpse the threads of fate, found it hard to change destiny one pull could shake everything.
Still, Xunzhi's skill at unraveling fate was unmatched he could find the critical points in the chaos.
If he could have gone further, perhaps he'd have forged his unique path.
But he stopped short, refusing to give up, ever striving.
He aimed to elevate the world itself but ultimately failed.
Xunzhi's insights deepened Lin Moyu's own understanding, and strengthened his resolve.
He was certain his road was correct if he followed it to the end, he could surpass his predecessors and reach that mysterious realm.
After decades of evolution, the seven cycle world was depleted, and Linguistic God World was finally full.
Now, compared to before, it was several times stronger just a step away from qualitative change.
Little Tree soon sent a message: "Master, I found a world and created a space channel."