Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1141, Twilight of the Gods

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

Gods, Deities, or also known as the Divine Spirits, were beings akin to the very Principles themselves. Born with Authority, they were exceedingly difficult to kill. Most of the time, they could only be sealed away and left to decay over time. They were higher lifeforms in the truest sense.

In the past, Elysia had three Gods.

And a race of such power naturally possessed Imperial Artifacts.

And among them, there existed a legendary Artifact capable of piercing through reality and illusion alike—a godly spear from which escape was impossible—known as the Spear of Longinus.

It was a spear that used fate to mark its target. Those locked by its gaze had only one outcome, being pierced through.

Even Sixteen Holy Wings could not escape it.

His certainty stemmed from the fact that he had once personally witnessed the power of that eternally radiant, crimson spear…

“Anzuiel, that Imperial Artifact…?”

Just as Yu Zi Yu was about to ask a question, he was momentarily stunned, seemingly noticing something shocking.

It was Anzuiel’s expression, he had rarely seen Anzuiel showing such an expression.

He appeared afraid, and even perhaps terrified.

Yu Zi Yu found it completely unbelievable.

After all, even when facing the Eastern Emperor Bell, he had never displayed fear.

At that moment, hearing Yu Zi Yu’s voice, Anzuiel sighed softly and explained frankly, “Once, the Angel Clan waged war against the Divine Spirits. At that time, I had only just been born, and the one who wielded me was none other than the creator of the Angel Clan. But in that battle… even with my power, the one who created me suffered a crushing defeat and was ultimately pierced through and crucified by none other than the Imperial Artifact of the King of Gods, the Spear of Longinus…”

With each word, Anzuiel’s expression darkened further.

He was, ultimately, only an Intermediate-Grade Imperial Artifact.

Whereas Spear of Longinus was a High-Grade Imperial Artifact, one that had fate entwined around it.

Its terror was beyond imagination. It bathed in eternal crimson radiance, a sign of the power of fate ceaselessly swirling around it.

As a matter of fact, it had even once pierced through ‘Fate’ itself.

Back then, at the twilight of the Era of Gods, when the Gods were nearing their end…

The one-eyed old man seated upon the Throne of Gods, seemingly caught in a state between wakefulness and slumber, slowly rose to his feet.

His single eye seemed to see through the River of Fate, and he muttered softly, “Fate is not eternal… The Gods shall return.”

Then, that eternally radiant spear slowly rose, transforming into a crimson meteor that illuminated all eternity, piercing straight toward the River of Fate.

It was a strike meant to seize that one-in-a-billion chance—to alter the fate of the Gods’ decline.

And because of this, the God Race still endured to this day.

This was the Spear of Longinus—the Supreme Holy Artifact of the God Race.

To this day, it remains enshrined within the Pantheon.

Its existence changed the entire fate of the Gods.

Its existence shook even the most formidable Imperial Artifacts, because it was one of the few Postnatal Imperial Artifacts that could rival the power of Primordial Imperial Artifacts.

It had the power to interfere with fate itself. No one knew how that thing had achieved such a feat.

Even Anzuiel found his expression shifting uncontrollably at the thought.

[Had the Era of Gods lasted even a little longer… that thing might have ascended, perhaps even transcending from Postnatal to Primordial, becoming the fourth Primordial Imperial Artifact.]

*Haaa…* Heaving a long, deep sigh, Anzuiel could not help but lament a little.

“I never thought there would be such a terrifying Imperial Artifact…” Utterly shaken, Yu Zi Yu couldn’t help but murmur softly.

[This Artifact must have pushed offense to the absolute extreme. For an Artifact to wield the power to interfere with fate itself. To hold such overwhelming might that escape was impossible… If such an Imperial Artifact were to emerge in this world…] At the thought of the possibility of the emergence of such an Artifact, Yu Z Yu could not help but shudder.

It was not surprising, since even the current Yu Zi Yu would be in grave danger. After all, despite his current formidable strength, he could not say for sure whether he could withstand an attack from such a weapon.

Like all things, Imperial Artifacts were categorized into varying grades.

And the Spear of Fate was without a doubt of the highest Grade.

Moreover, it held a natural restraint over Sixteen Holy Wings.

Of course, if Yu Zi Yu were to rely on the Tenth Realm as his foundation, he might be able to clash head-on with this Imperial Artifact, but that depended on up to what extent had this Imperial Artifact recovered.

If it had regained the ability to pierce through Great Worlds, then even Yu Zi Yu would face immense trouble.

At that moment, as if sensing Yu Zi Yu’s thoughts, Anzuiel waved his hand dismissively and stated, “Don’t overthink it. The God Race hasn’t returned yet… If they were to return, I would be the first to know.”

This revelation left Yu Zi Yu momentarily dumbfounded.

“The first to know?”

“Of course,” responding affirmatively, Anzuiel offered an explanation, a rare feat on his part, “During the Era of Gods, the Gods reigned supreme. Back then, the Angel Clan was merely the messengers of the Gods, born to serve them. But, at the Twilight of the Gods, the Angels gained their independence. Yet, throughout countless eras, the God Race has ceaselessly attempted to enslave the Angel Clan once more, even waging war against them multiple times… As things stand now, the enmity between the Angel Clan and the God Race runs deep. If the Gods were to return, their first target would undoubtedly be the Angels.”

A brief silence fell between the two as the corners of Yu Zi Yu’s eyes twitched involuntarily.

He had not expected such deep-seated resentment between the Angels and the Gods.

However, on second thought, it made sense.

In myths and legends, the Angels and the Gods were always inseparable. Angels served the Gods, and the Gods in turn watched over the Angels.

The relationship between the two was akin to symbiosis.

However, with the Twilight of the Gods, the Angel Clan had grown in power, rising to become one of the Top Ten Races in the present era.

Naturally, the Angels would no longer be willing to serve the Gods.

Without absolute strength, how could they possibly demand servitude?

Apparently, the Gods had failed to recognize the shift in the balance of power.

…

Yu Zi Yu refrained from engaging in idle chatter. After briefly questioning Anzuiel a bit more, he chose to resume tempering himself.

He had a feeling that the day he would be forced to act was drawing near.

And when that day arrived, it would mark the burial of an entire race.

He had never been one to show forgiveness.

Anyone who dared to scheme against him must be prepared to pay the price.

The last time, he had been fortunate. The Eastern Emperor Bell had shielded him.

However, what about next time?

To Yu Zi Yu, the best course of action was to eliminate potential threats before they had the chance to grow.

Not just the Elemental Clan, the Netherborns, the Shadow Clan, and the Heavenly Court, but even the Divine Titan Clan.

They wielded an Imperial Artifact, making them a potential threat.

If possible, he wished to forge an ancient pact—one that bound entire races and civilizations.

Only then could Yu Zi Yu and the Demon Court rest easy, entrusting their backs to the Titan Clan.

As for the Angel Clan, with Alarion and the True Spirit of an Imperial Artifact under his command, their submission was only a matter of time.

As such, he was not in a rush to take the Angel Clan under his shed.