Paragon Of Sin

Chapter 1972 Chapter 1964: One Against All (2)

War.

Regardless of its medium, regardless of its members, regardless of its outcome, the process was always the same, summed up into a single word: Inspire.

It inspired hatred. It inspired pain. It inspired madness. It inspired thirst. It inspired desperation. It inspired grief. It inspired sorrow. It inspired satisfaction. It inspired rage. It inspired hopelessness. It inspired courage. It inspired recklessness. It inspired fear.

INSPIRE! INSPIRE!! INSPIRE!!!

Right now, coinciding in the boiling hearts, the quivering minds, the discomforted souls, a single Globe of Creation imprinting the unchanging reality of war inspired only a single emotion. An emotion that was consistently felt throughout, instinctually brought forth, and permanently settled within each breathing soul among the 2,999 zones.

[Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 33,336,747.

DREAD!!!

”What?!?! HOW?!?!?!”

All movement stopped as those words illuminated the sky to all those involved in this war-essentially, everyone. While those of the Lower Tectonic Zone had stayed idle during the period of recruitment, they were reserve forces by default, potentially timely reinforcement as long as the Commanders involved sought them out and they responded positively! However, that was during the Skirmish Phase.

The current phase, the Declaration Phase, was in its second stage: the Defense.

Wei Wuyin landed on the ground with a soft sprout of gusting wind, sending his robes aflutter. Tillyʼs gaze never left his figure from start to finish, following subconsciously at this point. She was unable to speak. Genuinely speechless. And when Wei Wuyin looked at her, with his Alchemic Stars of Unparalleled Creation seemingly shining without equal, he lightly gestured her over.

With a snap of his fingers, he executed his Original Dawn Palatial Creation Spell, conjuring a small portion of the Original Dawn Palace, only including within the bedroom, living quarters, bathroom, and alchemical chamber doubling as a study. This was his abode. Unlike others who used talismans or physical tools, he constructed his abode with spiritual power.

”...” Tilly saw him enter. Questions danced on her lips, yet she remained speechless. Even awe surged violently into her chest, causing its bountiful endowments to heave and sway from her heavy breathing. Wei Wuyin calmly smiled and then wordlessly invited her in as the door opened. He walked right in. Tilly found that her footsteps were controlled by her desires, nothing else, and soon entered.

The door closed.

Elsewhere.

In one of the zones, a middle-aged man of great height and presence exclaimed angrily, ”What in the fuck do we do?! How is that even possible?!?!” An urgent, hastily made meeting of Commanders was occurring, numbering over a hundred thousand, and this was solely within a small part of his zoneʼs territory. The entire zone was far too large, and there were tens of millions of Commanders and billions upon billions of soldiers.

Within this zone alone, many different meetings were occurring on this same topic. And expanding further out, 2,999 zones were all scrambling with great urgency in their hearts.

”Who can explain to us what is happening? How is anyone capable of accruing over thirty-three million Creation Value during the Declaration Phase?” An elderly woman with an aquamarine serpentine staff that was a living entity, deliberately staying stiff to support the woman, asked with the utmost solemn tone.

”Itʼs impossible!” A young boy with eyes radiating great age and wisdom, exuding high levels of physical vitality, but from the darkness within his eyes, their soul was far along the path, closer to death. When he spoke via a volume enchanting tool, the others listened solemnly.

”Why?” A heroic-looking woman with platinum-blonde hair asked. She added after receiving some gazes, ”Since itʼs been done. Then, itʼs not impossible.”

”Sheʼs right,” someone supported her, ”Why is it impossible?”

The young boyʼs voice might have a child-like vocal quality, yet the cadence and articulated words exuded a seniority, and seeing the wild ignorance of these youth, he snorted and said: ”Because it is impossible. Iʼll explain it to those who canʼt think for the Ives,” he indirectly insulted all those who couldnʼt follow, yet none of them held him accountable for the disrespect, only because they yearned for the knowledge of that ʼwhyʼ. He continued, ”The grade selected is Dao. As you all know, the grade determines the difficulty standard of the creationsʼ grading on its value, including outright eliminating first-grade to third-grade Mortal-Rank products, lower-grade Mortal- Rank talismans, and things of that standard.

”Moreover, only the listed creations are accepted by the Overseer of Order. So we canʼt just concoct, inscribe, or forge our specializations, but the specializations on the list, and as such, easily concocted products such as Essence Pills, External Energy Gathering Talismans, and streamlined methods are impossible to recklessly create to elevate value.

”If thatʼs concluded, then during the nine hours, the initiator of war had concocted the specialty listed products of the Stellar Battlefield such as the War Cry Talisman, devised a Method, Art, or Spell involving the domain of War, forged their specialized weapons using Essence of War, Warblood Steel, and Battleborn Seeds, or finally, War Illumination Pills. And repeated creations have a degrading valuation.

”Even then, the War Illumination Pill, for example, is a low-tier Mystic-Earth grade product that only gives out ONE Creation Value for low-perfection in the Dao grade. Even a high-perfection is only THREE, and peak-perfection is TEN! Their Creation Value is thirty-three million! You think in nine hours, they made the equivalent of three million peak-perfection War Illumination Pills? Even then, taking a step back, the degrading factor for repeats means it would likely require three times that!

”You see now? In nine hours: Impossible.” The young boy finished with a hint of smugness in his eyes, but not a single person was in the mood to do anything but generate disagreements.

”What about the highest graded product in the Stellar Battlefield? The low-tier Mystic-World grade potion, the Seeking-Spirit Blood Elixir? Isnʼt a single low-perfection equivalent to THREE HUNDRED? Or the Honored Battle Talisman of the Mystic-World grade thatʼs worth the same amount?” The angry middle-aged man from before questioned.

”Haha! Those things? Even if it was peak-perfection for the Seeking-Spirit Blood Elixir, thatʼs only THREE THOUSAND! It would require thirty thousand of them to match. Even then, degradation! IMPOSSIBLE! IMPOSSIBLE, I say!” The young boy refused to accept it.

”But...” The heroic woman gestured to the sky, causing all their eyes to solemnly follow.

[Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 33,336,747.

Evidence said otherwise.

This type of meeting unfolded throughout the zones, each fairly the same, with very little variation, as they struggled to figure out the absurd reasoning for this event. However, these meetings sparked something unprecedented. With this score, if they failed to retaliate, their Tower of Gaia would be destroyed, and their subsequent fates would be... Thatʼs if they survived the Chaos Descent.

Due to this Multi-Front War, Commanders could communicate between zones through unique channels. The urgency of the situation was not lost on those present. They couldnʼt run. They had to fight!

”Everyone! Get EVERYONE!!”

”Form squads! Make sure theyʼre either tandem teams that can create the minimum-accepted standard or skillful Creationists that can generate their own! No matter what, they have to create! They HAVE TO!”

”COMMANDERS! We must ally ourselves against this foe! Our Creation Value must, absolutely must, exceed this value! Fortunately, we are not alone. We have trillions upon trillions upon trillions! We can not surrender here!”

Some were hesitant to join. Unfortunately, since there was a tangible threat to their Tower of Gaia, they had no choice! If the Tower of Gaia were destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable for them! Most importantly, theyʼd be declared as losers of a war! And what happens to the losers of wars?

Their fates were decided by the victors!

Before long, teams, squads, entire companies, battalions, and legions of Creationists formed to work in a concerted effort. A single foe of great, immeasurable magnitude was threatening them! They couldnʼt lie down and

die! They refused!

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

War inspires. For now, united against a common enemy, enmity was set aside, and trust, courage, and bravery were inspired!

”We can do this!” A bright-eyed, handsome lad whose aura pulsed with the blessings of the Heavenly Daos. He was a Blessed! He rallied his allies, squashed enmity against Sinners, and readied to give it his all! ”When even the majority of our zone allied together in a war against the enemy about two thousand years ago, we reached ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND Creation Value easily! With 2,999 zones? Weʼll blow past a measly thirty-three million! Haha!”

A single Globe of Creation overshadowed all others. However, when every Globe of Creation began to rise at equal height in every zone imaginable, surrounded in every direction by trillions upon trillions of tiny, colorful globes, the sight was epic beyond words! The rays of their light clashed with the brilliance of Wei Wuyinʼs Globe of Creation!

”WE GOT THIS! All of us against a single zone? Against a single Globe? Ha! Weʼll show this man or woman what unity means to cultivators across the stars! HAHAHA!” A rather muscular young woman, with a tall physique that Wei Wuyin would definitely praise, courageously hyped her allies. They zealously shouted in response, ready to

fight!

She, too, was a Blessed!

”We got this!”

Alchemists concocted pills, potions, paste, and pellets.

Architects inscribed, constructed, and improved formations, arrays, arts, spells, and methods.

Forgers crafted tools, forged weapons, imbued mysticism in the ordinary, and designed armaments.

They did a rough estimation, and they comfortably realized that thirty-three million was an easily reached number. After all, their majority average should be about one hundred thousand. If multiplied by almost three thousand? Thatʼs easily thirty billion!

With renowned faith in themselves, the war inspired anticipation and challenge. To be a part of such a grand unity

event was once-in-a-life!

Soon, nine hours passed.

They exited their Globes of Creation. Everyone was either tired, but they were confident. After all, this was 2,999 zones versus a single individual. So what if it was a Dao grade challenge? Who gives a flying fuck! They had talented alchemists, architects, and forgers who defied conventional understanding!

There were just too many of them! They could easily just drown this enemy in quantity!

The bright-eyed, handsome lad laughed as he exited his Globe of Creation alongside his allies, who had merged their globes into one to work together. They had defied their expectations, creating an upper-grade Mystic-Earth talisman. Moreover, its quality wasnʼt bad at all! That was at least TWENTY Creation Value.

Easy.

”This guy isnʼt going to survive the Declaration Phase. The absolute fool!”

”Heʼs cheating somehow, but it doesnʼt matter. When we can counterattack, weʼll decisively end this cheater once

and for all.”

”Ayo! The numbers are being calculated! Look at it go!”

The people looked up as the Globes of Creations began to merge into a single whole representing their zone above their respective Tower of Gaia, then grow in runic script denoting the number, and expand in size. While each zone paled in comparison to the Lower Tectonic Zoneʼs Globe of Creation, seeing 2,999 Globes of Creation grow and

grow was a beautiful sight to behold.

[Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 127,045.

Then, the 2,999 Globe of Creations began to merge!

”Huh?”

A big-eyed, thick-browed woman confusingly pointed at their Globe of Creation that had merged with a neighboring Globe of Creation with a Creation Value of 130,321. A number that overturned their expectations, fueling their certainty of victory. But as the merge completed, the expansion stopped... [Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 187,774.

Suddenly, it dawned on them.

And once again, war inspired.

The dread returned.

”Weʼre together...”

It was only two words, yet it echoed in the hearts of everyone as the 2,999 Globes of Creation began to merge.

That was right.

If they were separately calculated, thirty billion? Easy.

Together? Repeats.

Endless repeats.

When ten globes merged, each having over a hundred thousand in Creation Value, the reality struck with the might

of divinity!

[Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 320,443.

”No...nooooo...” The bright-eyed, handsome lad blessed by karmic fortune felt the heaviness climb on his shoulder.

War inspired.

When the 2,999 Globe of Creations finalized their merging, displaying a Creation Value...it inspired...

...fear.

[Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 7,899,738.