Soul of Searing Steel

Endless illusionary roars echoed, raising a tide in the world as if a sea.

There were shrieks of insects, low beastly growls, rubbing of appendages, shells hitting shells, the collision of vocal cords and vocal bones. Though the sounds were different, the spirit it embodied was perfectly identical.

By the dense star at the center of the silver world, Joshua emanated unlimited light and head. Boundless voices, gathering into a wild tempest, stirred—turning the silver mist around itself into swirls of clouds and massive eyes.

He could see the innumerable obelisks that covered the entire world emitting light, radiant beams that stood upright over the land and densely occupying every single zone.

Watching them, Joshua lowered the greatsword in his hand and closed his eyes, formulating.

Then, over the many worlds, millions of vague projections began to fill the silver lights, remolding them.

In the farmsteads and deserts of Simboa, under the observation of the Steel Python in the World Inner, many insects and beasts assumed form. There were butterflies that could spread pollen and seeds and sporting beautiful fur wings, three-headed moles that could move beneath the ground and soften even sturdy tectonic plates. Swarms of mythical creatures that Simboans had never seen or imagined appeared—while they might not all be docile, they would bring the world new climate and ecosystems, just as they would add to the Simboans’ recipe.

Even in empty seas, a simple but complete set of food chain appeared: everything existed, from bacteria to plankton, to minnows and great whales that wandered the oceans.

On Karlis, several lords of the cities looked up. They used to command divine-domain abilites—in other words, Legendary abilities, but their past eruption in power forced them to revert into mortal form and soul. Now, they watched in shock as the beasts and fauna appeared in the wilderness beyond the cities, witnessing great stone serpents slithering and hissing before digging underground. There was even a thirty-meter tall plant crowned with unusual blue gems that rooted itself in dense stone and sand, and as great magical energy throbbed, grey clouds slowly covered the sky.

One could predict the coming of an unprecedented storm. Plants once used in a world to control tempests and destroy cities or armies were now bringing vitality to dry deserts.

Likewise, the Silver Fairies that were staying in Karlis cheered as a massive Tree of Steel shot out from right beneath their settlement, blooming leaves and flowers that spread pollens of trace elements the fairies loved, covering their entire settlement instantly.

The Ancient Dragon of Thunder sensed a familiar presence. It understood what that warrior acquaintance was doing now, which was why the creature which duty was to create living environments of time immemorial was profoundly shocked: the warrior was adding to the ecosystems of withering worlds, with new species added to the local

A colossal dragon turtle which carried a great green tree over its back appeared in the portal between Kronos and a marine world. It let out a long cry that kicked up tidal waves before taking to the air, carrying boundless vapor towards the desert that covered the world, spreading purified water and tree species. One could tell that in dozens of years later, Kronos would be green.

“Father…”

In the Blood Moon of the Bloodmoon Abyss, the gigantic luminous human silhouette watched over the crimson continent itself. The Tree of Life, having altered by overwhelming energies turned into something resembling a eucalyptus with countless hanging aerial roots. Indeed, the blood-colored Tree of Life was incomparably massive that it was rooted on every single spot of the continent and the scattered floating islands, its supremely developed aerial branches connecting every land of the world, its trunk holding them steady.

The luminous human silhouette was controlling the growth of the great tree, a game it had been playing over the last few years but without getting bored of. Now, however, as the silver obelisks appeared, connected to a great will, the silhouette at once understood that its new presents were coming.

Soon, with clear and delighted jingles, countless gentle critters such as white, red-eyed foxlike animals and yellow rat-like creatures that could unleash lightning appeared one after another over the continent albeit without a natural cycle—the world itself would care for them, and they were simply gifts to prompt joy.

Likewise, in the Abyss, Goliath the Gluttonous Demon King closed its eyes, now merely keeping a shadow form. There were no silver obelisks in the Sixth Abyss, but the demon received information that transcended the Void to reach it—it had now learned the necessary knowledge to alter worlds and remake ecospheres, as well as basically skills to alter life and create objects.

The silver world at the depths of the Darkest Abyss.

As species of beasts were awakened one after another, the resonance of the obelisks grew to its peak level. Soon, with the long, lonely sounding of horns, a lava humanoid appeared over the surface of the magma island, filling it from inside to out and materializing.

From the most fundamental of elemental flow, with natural clusters of basic runes appearing upon it as if genes carried in carbon-based creatures. Crystalized tubes of energy were attached to flowing magma as if interweaved arteries and muscles, while sturdier frocks formed the creature’s frame and finally creating a small giant over five meters tall.

Bang. A golden flame appeared over the head of the magma giant, seeping into its body and permeating it: that was the soul, mind and motion system of the elemental creature, just as it was its observation organs and final offensive measure.

Opening its eyes, the elemental giant looked up blankly within the limitlessly searing magma.

Then, standing upon the land blown by the winds, it stared up towards the distant stars.

The defeated who have regained new life, at a loss, looked out over the starry skies they never asked for. It had thousands, perhaps even dozen thousands of years when they met their insignificant end in the dust, but now finally stands over the land to watch the vast heavens.