Novel & Cerita Mmorpg Rise Of The Primordial Godsmith

"Other than the magical nuclear bomb that Heppni told you about." Saint's mouth snapped closed on an almost soundless snarl. "According to Heppni, Event power is the power that created the Primes. Gods and goddesses created the universes. Primes gave the inhabitants magic. It will kill someone within a month if they absorb the power," Atlas answered.

Even though the devil puppets were cleared away, the puppet godfather's aura was still intact, and with a lift of his hands, layers of dead air once again dispersed in all directions, and this time, it was even Feng Jiutian and the Vermillion Bird Envoys who couldn't hold on any longer. "Big Dipper Seal!" A Primordial Realm Immortal raised his palm and charged down towards the Puppet God, however, with a flick of the Puppet God's sleeve, the black mist transformed by the Dao Death Qi instantly impacted upwards, and with a rumbling sound, it directly shook the Realm Immortal back.

At that moment, another voice came, “Sacrilegious Ascension is a signature cultivation method of the Primordial Divine Ape Race.” Everyone turned their heads to see another man approaching. James recognized the man. He was Cody Beau of the Ethos Realm. Jace, the senior disciple of Marcello, glanced at Cody and said, “Not bad… You even know that James cultivated the Primordial Divine Ape Race’s signature cultivation method.” Cody looked at Jace and said smilingly, “Likewise… You also know that James cultivated Sacrilegious Ascension.” Though Cody looked at Jace with a composed expression on his face, he was secretly stunned.

But even gods are not immune to envy and strife. The war began as a disagreement, a small rift between the brothers that quickly grew into a storm. The heavens trembled as the Fates clashed, their fury shaking the very foundation of the cosmos. In their rage, they ripped open the veil that separated the mortal world from the realm of demons, a dark and twisted place where nightmares took form and ancient evils lay in wait.

"I've met the Light Divine Pearl before, and he tricked me into passing the tests to arrive at the ninth level. Unfortunately for him, my phoenix bloodline was awakened while in the middle of the tests. I experienced a Rising Rebirth and received a message from the Phoenix Deity. I also received a premonition of your future." Yara spoke while raising her flute to carefully clean it. "Why can the Phoenix Deity be revived only by the Light Divine Pearl? The Light Divine Pearl controls the Path of Life, which is the Dark and Light Order of the Primal Path. Don't you think you can do more with him?" Chase thought about Yara's words and felt there was a lot she had not revealed. He decided to ask

Ezra, squinting at the intricate design, mused, "The First Guardian... legends spoke of their unparalleled bond with the realms, of a connection so profound it could shape destinies. Perhaps the Codex holds remnants of that bond." Isolde's eyes widened in realization. "Could it be that the First Guardian had encountered The Primordial before? That they left behind clues, or maybe even weapons for us?" Liora, her gaze fixed on the seal, responded, "The First Guardian did indeed confront The Primordial. Their battle was one of legend, a clash that reverberated across realms. But what's forgotten is that they didn't defeat The Primordial alone. They had an ally, an entity equally ancient and en

However, the weapon that Gresham brandished was a divine protective weapon belonging to the Primordial Sacred Land. The sheer might of that weapon alone was enough to impart a feeling of despair to those who had just ascended to royal paragon. Level seven paragons like them could never hope to compete with them. Gresham ignored the hushed berating from those around him and focused instead on Raven and Alfie. The Primordial Sacred Land had invested heavily in him to secure that opportunity to ascend to immortality, and the discussion of allowing him to use divine protective weapons had sparked heated debates among sect elders and leaders.

I let out a slow breath and turned to face her. Her expression was blank, but I knew she was watching for something. A flicker of what was underneath. A crack in the surface. I didn’t give it to her. Instead, I smiled, soft and vacant, and let my fingers curl into the hem of my sleeve. “…Okay.” The child returned. And the game began. CONTENT WARNING This book contains dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution. • Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality)

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

“We need to find a way to strengthen it. To merge the primal energy with the balance properly—before the Forgotten arrives.” His father walked over, his eyes scanning the sky as if expecting the fleet to return at any moment. “There’s only one place that can help us,” he said. “The Well of Origins. It’s where the first gods created the void, light, and shadow. If anywhere can help us merge the primal with the balance, it’s there.” “Where is it?” Lila asked. “Deep beneath the Sunstone Mountains,” he said. “Hidden by wards so strong, not even the old gods could break them. But with the crystal—even cracked—it might be enough to open them.”