Chaos is not nothingness, but the womb that nurtures all things. When that indescribable sacred calling enveloped the siblings' souls, they felt no tearing sensation, no dizziness—as if they had merely stepped from one room into another, a far vaster space.
The scene before them gradually solidified.
Here, there was no gilded dome, nor celestial attendants chanting scriptures. They stood upon a plane paved with solidified starlight.
Looking up, slowly rotating nebulae intertwined newborn stars with dying celestial bodies.
The air—if air existed here—was saturated with the most primordial force of cosmic law, cold and pure, yet brimming with boundless vitality.
At the very center of it all stood a simple throne, as if hewn directly from the raw stone of the concept of "Existence" itself. Upon it sat a figure.
No introduction was needed, nor any proclamation. When His gaze fell upon them, His name was etched deep into their souls—Pangu. The primordial god who cleaved heaven and earth, forging all things.
His features were obscured by the primordial light of creation, yet His eyes—bearing the weight of countless stars—remained distinct: profound and majestic, yet marked by an indelible weariness.
"I summoned you here."
Pangu's voice was calm, yet it trembled like the gentle touch of two realms, stirring the tapestry of cosmic laws. He left no room for the siblings to express shock or ask questions, cutting straight to the heart of the matter with almost cruel candor.
"I am Pangu, the creator god of this world. The mountains, rivers, stars, and all living beings you see—all originate from my hands."
He paused briefly, a flicker of resignation passing through his deep, piercing eyes.
"But creating a world from nothing demands unimaginable divine power. In my youth, to master the Dao, I borrowed vast quantities of 'Creation Power' from true gods of other universes."
He casually traced an arc through the void. Instantly, countless strands of brilliant, icy light coalesced, intertwining into a vast, boundless web of contracts whose edges stretched beyond sight.
Each thread held awe-inspiring power and the force of constraint. This was the Divine Debt—witnessed by the most fundamental laws, indisputable and absolute.
"Debts must be repaid." Pangu's voice carried no trace of emotion, merely stating the plain truth. "Yet after countless calamities,
the world under the old system could no longer produce enough divine power to match its consumption. If this continues, this realm... may face the peril of collapse. "
For the first time, his gaze fell distinctly upon the brother and sister. That look seemed to pierce through their past and future, reaching the deepest potential within their souls.
"The ailments of the old world require new remedies. Clinging to outdated ways leads only to ruin. I need fresh blood, new perspectives, to assist me and the countless living beings in driving a new paradigm, breaking this deadlock."
Before his words faded, another figure materialized beside the throne, emerging from haze into sharp definition. He was draped in a luminous veil woven from countless threads of light, while causal strands from myriad worlds swirled around his fingertips like docile silver fish.
This was the Lord of Order, ancient and majestic, existing since the dawn of this realm.
Pangu's gaze swept over the Lord of Order before settling back on the siblings, issuing an invitation that shook the heavens:
"Will you become the pioneers driving this new paradigm, walking shoulder to shoulder with the Lord of Order and myself?"
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Silence.
A torrent of information crashed against the siblings' minds like an inverted galaxy. The Creator, Sacred Debt, the Old Order, the World Crisis... And this invitation, heavy as a mountain, originated directly from the very source of creation.
The elder brother's pupils contracted sharply as thoughts raced like a torrent. He saw an unparalleled opportunity—a chance to participate in world-shaping under the Creator's personal guidance!
Yet he saw the ultimate risk even more clearly—how could they confront a predicament that even the Creator found insurmountable? What would be the cost of failure?
Her sister's hands clenched unconsciously. She felt a suffocating sense of duty, as if Pangu's gaze had placed the entire weight of the world upon her shoulders. Yet simultaneously,
the pulsing affirmation from the Supreme Being, along with the instinct to transform and protect, burned fiercely within her heart.
Brother and sister locked eyes. A silent battle raged deep within their souls. Worry, longing, responsibility, fear... countless emotions tangled and twisted until finally,
they saw the same answer in each other's eyes—an unwavering resolve to face their grand destiny.
After this seemingly long yet fleeting period of deep contemplation, they turned and bowed to Pangu, their posture conveying both humility and unbreakable resolve.
The elder brother spoke first, his voice as solid as rock: "It is a profound honor that Your Holiness has bestowed favor upon our humble talents. To establish the heart of Heaven and Earth, to determine the fate of all beings—this has always been our desire. We swear to do our utmost to shoulder this weighty responsibility!"
Then the sister lifted her head, her gaze clear as stars, her tone resolute: "To guard this realm and nurture all things is also our heart's wish. We swear to bear this duty, to walk shoulder to shoulder with Your Reverence, and to forge a new path!"
Pangu gazed upon them, the eternal frost on his countenance seeming to melt slightly, revealing an expression of profound relief.
"Good."
With this single word, the Creator God settled the matter. He rose solemnly, and within the sacred hall, all laws resonated in unison. Boundless light of creation gathered in the palm of his hand.
"So be it. Here, in the name of the Creator God, I lay the foundation for the new model and formally proclaim it!"
His gaze, sharp as a torch, first fell upon that brother. The golden light in his palm, embodying absolute reason and the authority to judge all things, coalesced into a divine seal.
"Henceforth, I bestow upon you—the title of God of Judgment!" He commanded the laws of the Three Realms, mediating all conflicts. "By your discerning judgment, establish the rules of the new order and sweep away the old evils!"
Before his words faded, the Seal of Judgment descended upon the elder brother's palm, accompanied by the cosmic resonance of universal laws. His soul merged with the divine form, sacred light piercing the heavens to herald the birth of a new god.
Pangu then turned to his sister. Another jade divine seal appeared, radiating boundless energy and the power to balance all living destinies.
"I hereby confer upon you—Goddess of Administration!" The authority to shape and govern reality. With a wise heart, allocate the resources of the new order and lay its foundations!
The Seal of Administration transformed into a gentle yet vast stream of light, enveloping her sister's form before merging completely with her soul—a symbol of her mastery over resources and the authority of destiny.
The investiture concluded. The God of Judgment and the God of Authority stood side by side, their divine majesty radiating outward.
At that moment, the ever-silent Lord of Order stepped forward. Countless threads of light swirled around him, as if the laws of the world were reshaping themselves with each of his strides. He gazed upon the newly enthroned siblings. His countenance, usually as stern as a written code, softened with a hint of something almost tender.
"Greetings, all." His voice was no longer the cold echo of law, but held the profound depth of all existence. "I am the God of Order."
He paused briefly, allowing this title to settle within their hearts, before uttering a declaration that would overturn their existing understanding:
"Simultaneously, I am also the God of Freedom, and the God of Destiny."
"I am delighted to join hands with you to change this world." His gaze swept over Pangu, finally resting upon the siblings. His expression bore the solemnity of a shared challenge, "I shall walk beside you."
As his words faded, the siblings seemed to glimpse within the Order God's profound pupils: structured halos, unpredictable storms, and flowing golden threads—all three perfectly intertwined, returning to the primordial state of chaos.
Within the sanctuary, a new era quietly dawned.
After this seemingly long yet fleeting moment of silent communion, they turned and bowed to Pangu, their posture a blend of humility and resolve.