This stirred discontent among the descendants of the other siblings. However, the other Pharaohs dared not rebuke the two strongest main branch leaders openly, watching them fight from the shadows.
The war began to erupt.
The two most powerful deities commanded the mortals of the earth from on high.
As if reminiscent of the legendary war on the summit.
"The gods dwell upon the Olympic Mountain."
"They eternally slumber through every era, with their long lifespans ruling the Sunflower Dynasty, orchestrating every age's mortal wars on earth."
The grand upheaval had begun.
The people slaughtered one another, leading to survival of the fittest.
The ant colonies underwent continuous optimization, strengthening different limb structures. Through martial practices, they seemed to evolve their ant colony structure, something that would have taken billions of years, including worker ants, soldier ants...
There even emerged a half-upright centaur-like ant race, landing on four feet, wielding weapons in their hands, acting as elite cavalry units charging into battle.
Another breed emerged as mounts, forced to crawl along the ground again, walking on six limbs, their fully developed leg muscles giving them terrifying speed.
At the same time, the most noble upright ants appeared, fully standing, walking on two feet, liberating four arms, becoming noble elites capable of crafting intricate tools.
The fifteenth century.
The war between War God Tuki and God of Death Jaqamachi started to drag other siblings into it. Some gods, choosing to remain uninvolved, formed factions, causing the Divine Mountain to split into three divine clans.
The entire sunflower was divided into three layers: top, middle, and bottom.
At the top level, in the Sun Temple.
The legendary reincarnated deity of mankind, Jiaxia, sat calmly on the throne, overlooking the land below, this pitifully small territory.
"How fares the war?" Jiaxia rested his chin on one hand, the other three hands holding a wooden slab of scripture, his handsome form like a chiseled statue, with an indescribable exotic beauty.
"Hail to the great God of Wisdom of Mankind! King of the Olympic Mountain! Pharaoh Jiaxia!!"
A young minister approached, bowing in reverence, shouting in excitement.
The zealous expression seemed as if they had seen the supreme True God descend upon earth, revealing the greatest divine miracle!
All ministers gazed passionately at Jiaxia before them.
They knew all blessings were brought to mortal men by the gods.
The glory of the gods is great and eternal!!
So many years had gone by, and the earliest living beings had begun to age and die, even the sons of the gods, the second-generation Pharaoh Lacas, had died of old age.
The third-generation Pharaoh Tuki was also facing old age and death, thus recklessly and indiscriminately, even claiming to be a god, craving the long life and great wisdom his father possessed!!
The True God of Mankind, walking on earth!!
On the first day, Amiro bestowed life, on the second day, Homuns bestowed knowledge, on the third day arrived Jiaxia, God of Wisdom, leading all beings to a prosperous dynasty!!
A minister reported: "The war of the three divine clans is intensifying, with them controlling the mortals on earth from the Olympic Mountain, selecting leaders among the mortals for war."
"Your third-generation descendant Tuki is engaged in the final battle..."
"If things go on like this, I fear..."
Jiaxia quietly listened to the report below, merely smiling, resembling an eternal deity overlooking earthly coldness, "Let them fight. You may leave."
Boom!
Not long after.
On the towering Olympic Mountain, War God Tuki and God of Death Jaqamachi stood on a vast plain, two powerful Pharaohs, mastering the Sun Divine Scripture, with souls so powerful they were beyond description, an overwhelming aura swirling, with a powerful soul pressure sweeping over every being.
The final battle of both divine clans unfolded here.
Crash!
The twilight sky outside the window was dyed red by the sunset, countless red clouds rolling like waves.
"What a magnificent war."
Tuki's lips curled in a smile, "Alas, my life has reached its end. If only I were younger, with more time..."
Boom!
The entire flower pot seemed enveloped by a mighty soul aura, as if two peerless Grandmasters battled at the peak of the Forbidden City.
Tuki clenched his fists and leaped lightly.
Rumble!!
He seemed to transform into a blazing War God, etching an eternal brilliance in the sky.
"You ungrateful son, I'll show you the strongest is the only one!" Tuki laughed wildly, striking down with a punch.
Crack!
Like a streak of lightning flashing.
All battles turned into fleeting shadows.
Moments later, Tuki, holding the black and white ancient coffin of the striking Ant Queen, plummeted from the Olympic Mountain, like a sleek black falcon diving into the abyss!!
"The god has fallen!"
Beneath the Olympic Mountain, countless mortal subjects shut their eyes in fear.
A faint pheromone, like a ballad, spread through the wind,
"Amiro, creator of all things, you bestowed our beginning~~~ Omniscient Homuns, may your knowledge grant us the future~~~"
"The world is truly wonderful."
Jiaxia looked at everything below, calmly observing the death of one of his descendants, Tuki; suddenly, he looked impassively at the sky, through the sunflower, the world outside the window on the table,
"I no longer know my own strength. I feel if I casually expand my form, the whole world will collapse."
"The Divine Mountain would tilt."
"The four pillars supporting the dual earth would be easily toppled by me."
Jiaxia spoke lightly as if uttering trivial words, "What lies beyond this world? Is a Grandmaster, who has united spirit, energy, and essence, the pinnacle of life?"
He pondered that the description of the stance scripture stopped here and there was no future.
He once thought of seeking the great God of Knowledge again, to bestow scripture and the path of the future, yet ultimately hesitated.
He had already mastered the power of wisdom, becoming the God of Wisdom himself, so the future would be opened by his own wisdom; this was his pride.
He knew he had already proved the god within his heart, united spirit, energy, and essence, and any doubt of his belief — suspecting he wasn't the True God of Mankind — would utterly defeat him.
"What lies beyond martial arts?"
He, elegant like a gentle scholar, placed down the record tablet in hand, "My life is also approaching its end, is it not?"
Only he knew how many detours he had taken while constantly exploring and opening the future, how many times his spirit and body had been damaged, how severe the concealed wounds were.
"A force is approaching."
Suddenly, he sensed some force, abruptly stood up, and looked distantly at the outer sky, a flicker of intense fighting spirit crossing his eyes.
That was a force equal to his own grandeur!