[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 2^ Latest Update: 2018-02-07 13:49:14 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Billions of years ago, the flame of life, light, was born in the dark void, and from then on, light existed in the world.
Entering the Domain of Light, it's as if you've severed ties with the darkness of the outside world. All you see is an endless white ocean, enough to dispel any negativity. Countless soft lights float in the air, like dancing fairies in a fairy tale. Holy and beautiful golden clouds gather above the domain, adding a dreamlike quality.
The pure spiritual energy and vast divine power become increasingly concentrated towards the center. At the very center of the Domain of Light, a vast expanse of holy light emerges, protecting the very core of this place. Materialized divine power, like a flowing river, converged at the bottom, obscured by thick spiritual energy, providing the energy for the birth of a golden soul invisible to the naked eye.
Even though there were no other living beings in the dark void, unstable spacetime currents still existed. Therefore, both the laws of this world and the divine power of light firmly guarded the area within billions of miles of the center of the realm of light, forcibly locking down the surrounding space to prevent any external forces from disrupting it.
Countless awakenings and countless slumbers brought about the transformation of the human soul. After reaching a certain limit, unimaginable inherited memories were triggered. All the evolutions since the formation of this space were meticulously recorded; the endless, vast evolution of spacetime was a magnificent spectacle that humanity could never witness.
It was as if body and mind were completely absorbed in the spectacle, quietly flowing through the chaotic and disordered time, losing all perception of the outside world.
A hazy halo rose and fell around him with his breath. Enveloped in holy light, his soul was constantly cleansed by the forces that existed before the world's birth, growing purer and stronger each day. Only the memories of his pre-transmigration remained.
No matter how hard he tried to absorb power, the divine spark had already formed before him. The moment the divine spark appeared, the entire Realm of Light underwent a dramatic change, celebrating the birth of the first divine spark of light.
As if to match the divine spark, the power infused into the golden soul transformed from a materialized river of divine power into a vast force sweeping across the entire Realm of Light. The world-destroying divine power of light converged and merged into the soul, causing the slowly growing soul to surge uncontrollably in these crucial days, reaching a level ready for formal godhood.
The golden, rhomboid divine spark spun once before the soul protected by holy light before readily entering his soul. After all, it had delayed for a long time to await the birth of its master.
The remaining small portion of power, after being absorbed, transformed into the shape of a book beside 'him'. A subtle fluctuation of laws flashed across its surface, and the words 'Creation' appeared on the cover.
The laws emitted a booming sound, as if recording something of paramount importance. At the same moment, the laws of the main world, separated by countless dimensions, also received this fluctuation. Some slumbered, some went into seclusion, and several Creator Gods, as supreme beings, opened their eyes. They all sensed the birth of a being of equal rank.
Having evolved into a divine soul, 'he' had not awakened for millions of years. Unlike before, when he could only briefly glimpse the world, this time he was completely free from the immobility. He wanted to be awake but couldn't; he couldn't even move a finger. Right, before, he didn't even have a physical body; how could a soul have fingers?
A slight cracking sound came from the space enveloped in holy light. The golden soul stretched into a phantom human form, its naked body long and lithe, its long silver hair, reaching to the ground, shimmering between reality and illusion, perfectly complementing the endless radiance of the realm.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable from the power that had stirred him before his birth, the silver-haired man chose to remain in the holy light to stabilize his soul and his newly formed body—the foundation of his future. It was somewhat like forcing growth, resulting in abundant purity of power, but unexpectedly, a lack of control over it.
Once he was certain his body was unharmed, he couldn't wait to see this world.
As he was about to take his first step, a look of confusion seemed to appear on his still somewhat blurred face. The silver-haired man stood still for a moment, then slowly stepped out of this place that had slumbered for so long.
Who would have thought that he was actually thinking about how to walk, even agonizing over the trivial question of whether to step with his left or right foot first? After all, he had completely forgotten what walking felt like.
After taking only a few steps, the silver-haired man seemed to sense something and stopped. Turning around, he realized he had forgotten something.
His brows relaxed slightly, and he raised his strong arm to reach for the book on the ground.
Before he even bent down, the book, which had accompanied the birth of the God of Light, floated automatically to the silver-haired man's eyes. Several characters mentioned in his inherited memories appeared clearly in his vision, and he inexplicably understood the book's origin and purpose.
He wanted to smile at his still-human behavior, but realized he had forgotten how to smile.
After so many years, laughter had become a lost emotion for him. The silver-haired man rubbed his expressionless face, abandoning the urge to imitate a smile. Even now, a smile would be cold and lifeless.
Recalling the abilities he gained after transmigrating, he didn't open his mouth to speak, but a cold, emotionless voice emanated from him.
"The Book of Creation."
His mind instantly compared past and present memories, understanding the book's origin. Now a god, he turned his head, looking at the few strands of long silver hair resting on his cheek. His fingers lightly touched the loose, cold strands, gently tucking them behind his ears.
The blurry face gradually became clear as he pondered. His exquisitely handsome face showed neither joy nor sorrow, neither surprise at transmigrating nor fear of his current identity.
What use was any more anxiety? These useless emotions had already been discarded over the long years. From the day he accepted the Godhood of Light, who he was as a living being, who he was as a reborn being—wasn't that…something he already knew?
Time had smoothed away all traces, leaving only the precious experiences of his rebirth. Human memories were merely a useful reference for the silver-haired man.
Jehovah admitted that he was still relatively new to the world and largely clueless about many things, thus not yet a fully-fledged god. Therefore, it was understandable that he needed guidance from various sources; shortcuts were always better than none, allowing him to avoid many detours.
Back then, even knowing he had trespassed into areas humans shouldn't have, he, still in his human form, foresaw the drastically changed state he was in now, demonstrating that some questions were truly pointless to ponder.
Standing there, he understood nothing; only by moving forward would he know what to do—a lesson he had learned over countless eons.
Once a human, now a god.
That's all…
The silver-haired man grasped the spine of the Book of Creation, feeling the joyful resonance emanating from his symbiotic artifact, and calmly spoke.
"I am Jehovah…this is my name." Chapter 2, Chapter 1