"What is this—?"
The direct descent of that overwhelming presence struck the gods of Little Garden before they even had the chance to fully experience Teyvat. From body to soul, they were instantly subdued.
In that moment, they felt like drifting leaves upon a vast ocean—so fragile that even a single wave could drown them in despair.
This power far surpassed the height of Little Garden's Nexus.
And it was not just one such power—among these forces, even the weakest was already beyond the Nexus itself.
1-Digit. This was undoubtedly the power of a 1-Digit being.
And those five incomprehensible, perfect forces—they had to be entities that transcended even the 1-Digits: true Super-Primeval Gods, the origins of all that was seen and unseen, existent and nonexistent.
As the gaze of the six Super-Primeval Gods, along with the wills of the Primeval Gods, descended, the entire cosmological hierarchy and logical foundation of the Teyvat Multiverse reflected itself into the minds of the gods of Little Garden.
They saw it—the tier structure of the system, the very essence of its laws.
Every multiverse had its own foundational logic, unique and incomparable.
But when they looked upon Teyvat's fundamental logic, there was only one realization it conveyed.
"This… this is the true ultimate mystery? Beyond the 1-Digits… the very origin of the multiverse itself?" Shiroyasha looked upward, her golden eyes frozen in awe.
It was beyond comprehension, beyond imagination—yet the origin and the end of the multiverse now stood before her.
As the Celestial Star Spirit, born alongside the Solar Sovereignty that governed human history, she could feel it with absolute clarity—the vast, unfathomable current of the Pan-Human History.
Before this grand ocean, she herself was but an infant staring into infinity; her power, compared to its waves, was less than a ripple.
More than that, the sensation was achingly familiar—it was as though she had returned to the cradle that had birthed her.
In her golden eyes flickered the faint reflection of a supreme goddess.
That goddess sat upon the throne of both the beginning and the end of human history. The power that flowed from her blessed the endless birth of worlds and civilizations; countless divine societies rose beneath her gaze and within her care.
And from that primal feeling of origin, words surfaced unbidden in Shiroyasha's heart—Mother.
This maternal emotion, this yearning for the source of creation, was something Shiroyasha tried to suppress—but could not.
This was not mere human history. Compared to this, Little Garden's own was nothing more than a narrow stream.
This was the embodiment of the entire multiversal evolution of civilization, the genesis of faith, of humanity, of the gods themselves—everything. The Pan-Human History.
From it were born all authorities connected to civilization, humanity, divinity, astral spirits, and even the Solar Sovereignty.
She could sense the Solar Sovereignty of this multiverse—so vast, so profound, so absolute—that even the complete Solar Sovereignty of Little Garden was inferior to a single fragment of it.
And this single fragment of Solar Sovereignty was on par with the Nexus of Little Garden itself, capable of influencing the entire Pan-Human History across the multiverse.
The image of the goddess faded from her eyes, but the emotion in her heart grew even deeper.
The Pan-Human History itself—Mother—the Super-Primeval God who presided over Human Principle…
Shiroyasha knew that she had not been born from that being, yet the feeling that she was her child could not be extinguished.
"This… this is the true center. Little Garden… is nothing more than an imitation crafted by the hands of gods."
A quiet sorrow stirred within her.
She did not want to think so—but once she had witnessed the truth, even stubborn denial could not change it.
No matter how much she cared for Little Garden.
That vast, unfathomable Pan-Human History—limitless, radiant, eternal—filled with innumerable civilizations and pantheons…
Eternal…
When humans see a god, they know instinctively that it is divine. And so too do gods, when they behold Truth.
The moment one sees it—they understand.
This existence had always been eternal.
Before the visible and invisible, before existence and nonexistence, before the multiverse itself—They already were. And from Them, all things were born.
Perhaps, before They shaped the current multiverse, countless other multiversal epochs had already come and gone.
Little Garden, in truth, was nothing more than a construct born of provincial gods—gods who had never glimpsed the greater worlds beyond. Mistaking their gathering as the pinnacle of existence, they had forged a false center, a shallow imitation of true creation.
Now, having witnessed the Super-Primeval Gods and the six 1-Digits, every god from Little Garden shared Shiroyasha's realization.
They knew better than anyone where Little Garden had come from.
After their initial shock and disorientation, Alpha and Omega—the twin goddesses of Truth—gradually regained their composure.
They exchanged a glance, and in that fleeting moment, they both saw the same fervent light reflected in each other's eyes.
Before them unfolded a path—one that led beyond the 1-Digits, toward the final point of the multiverse, the path to becoming Super-Primeval Gods.
Truth, by its nature, could always ascend to the level of the Super-Primeval. But to become one required a necessary condition.
They had to contribute to the growth of the entire multiverse.
How could they be certain?
Because they had seen it—the two empty Eternal Thrones awaiting at the end of the multiverse.
Alpha, the Beginning.
Omega, the End.
They had also seen the sisters who had already ascended, embodiments of Truth seated upon their Eternal Thrones.
Their voices still lingered within their minds.
"We hope our two new sisters will reach us soon. We'll be watching over you."
"Oh, it looks like it really is the two of you. Unless something unexpected happens, it's your destiny."
"Here's a word of advice—fight for all that is beautiful, and guide Truth for the sake of the multiverse's harmony."
"If you stray from that path, your journey will end at the level of a Primeval God."
"..."
Though they could not yet comprehend the full meaning of those words, Alpha and Omega engraved them deeply in their hearts.
"I understand. I will abide by them," Alpha whispered solemnly.
"I don't yet grasp their meaning," Omega replied, "but I will never forget."
From this point forward, their mission was clear—to draw every realm untouched by Truth beneath its radiant reach, bringing all within its domain.
The unobserved worlds of Little Garden would become the nourishment that propelled them toward their ascension to the thrones of the Super-Primeval Gods.
...
Temple of Truth.
Phanes slowly withdrew her gaze, a faint, knowing smile curving her lips.
Without lifting a single hand, she had already set in motion the process that would lead the gods of Little Garden to assimilate their entire multiverse of their own accord.
And when they succeeded—when they had merged another multiverse into Teyvat's dominion—the feat, combined with their embodiment of Truth, would undoubtedly earn them recognition from Lord Heavenly Principle.
After all, Lord Noah had once considered bringing Alpha and Omega into Teyvat long ago.
As Phanes' gaze lingered, the Wheel of Truth manifested behind her, and the entirety of the Pan-Human History quietly assimilated the gods of Little Garden.
For a being at the multiversal level, incorporating a group of deities whose strongest members only reached the lower single-universe tier was nothing more than a passing thought.
The pages of the Pan-Human History began to turn, and the system of Teyvat—the structure of its divine order—descended upon the gods of Little Garden.
You can't make a horse run without feeding it, after all.
That was her reasoning now. In the past, when her own universe lacked resources, she would never have shared them so freely. But things were different now.
Letting them enter Teyvat's system was not charity—it was a divine gift.
Still, Phanes had long since learned the value of patience, of casting a long line to catch the greatest fish.
Buzz...
The power of the Pan-Human History descended, and the radiance of Human Principle enveloped the gods of Little Garden.
Their divine essences resonated with the myths, legends, and feats they embodied—and in that moment, the Pan-Human History bestowed upon them corresponding divine Authorities.
Achievements, to a multiverse, were nothing more than records.
But such records only held power when the multiverse itself acknowledged them. If not, they were nothing more than meaningless data.
It was like citizenship—acknowledged by the state, you are recognized as a citizen; denied, and you are but a ghost, unable to partake in any of the privileges of existence.
Even breathing would be a crime.
Still, most real-world systems were far less strict toward outsiders—some even welcomed them, seeing in foreign existences opportunities to extract valuable insights about themselves.
"Blessing… the blessing has descended!"
The Son of God, Jesus, trembled as he felt the power of the unfathomable Pan-Human History flood into him.
A complete, all-encompassing system of this perfect Little Garden was merging with his being.
It was a Divine Authority—an imprint of identity and legitimacy within this multiverse: his rights, his rules, his divine mythology.
The divine rank he received dwarfed his current spirit level by countless magnitudes.
By Teyvat's standards, his divine essence had only just broken past the Almighty God tier, stepping into the realm of the Super God. And among the Super God, he was but the weakest.
The Super God tier itself was divided into three great stages. The strongest among them could obliterate countless great universes with a single strike.
The end of the Super God path marked the culmination of any mythic cultivation system.
And the divine rank of the Son of God corresponded precisely to the pinnacle of the Light Faith system—a position of ultimate completion.
He was elated, yet a hint of regret lingered.
The ruling Super-Primeval God of the multiverse had granted him the rank, but not the power itself.
In other words, he had been given only the potential—the right—to climb beyond his limits, not the strength to do so directly.
To reach the final summit of divinity, to become the source of an entire spiritual system, he would still have to walk that path himself.
Of course, there was another shortcut: he could continually assimilate unobserved universes into Teyvat's observation field, accelerating his ascent toward that ultimate position.
"My Authority… it carries the potential to become a Primeval God…"
The divine soul of the Son of God seemed to ignite in that instant.
Every origin-level existence within any spiritual system held the potential to comprehend the Multiversal Will and ascend as a Primeval God.
"Amitabha…" Shakyamuni clasped his hands together, his serene voice carrying across the heavens.
All of the 2-Digits present had now received the divine Authorities bestowed by Teyvat.
To become a 2-Digit in Little Garden already meant one possessed the potential to reach the source of a divine system.
Many among them even carried the Pseudo Star Map Creation, though their versions differed vastly from Teyvat's.
Even so, the Heavenly Principle acknowledged their worth.
Of course, having received the divine rank did not mean the result was guaranteed—they would still have to earn its fulfillment through their own effort.
...
As the radiance of the Pan-Human History slowly faded, the gods of Little Garden returned to awareness.
Their eyes turned to their surroundings—and they realized they had each arrived in different realms.
They had passed through separate World Gates, and thus, found themselves scattered across various nations.
"Whoa! Such a vast domain! And the spatial density—so overwhelming!"
Kurma's pale violet eyes sparkled with wonder as she stretched her arms wide, her voice full of awe—like a child seeing the ocean for the first time.
As she exclaimed in awe, Kurma stomped the ground with one foot—crack!rumble!
The terrain shifted instantly, but only a small area was affected—barely the size of a small island on Earth.
"I stomped with all my strength, yet the result is only this small? Incredible… even space itself didn't tremble!"
Hu Tao clasped her hands behind her back, swaying side to side with a cheerful hum. "Well of course~! Without even mentioning the size of the Supreme Divine Realm—it's already greater than the combined area of a thousand universes. Even a small community under our Liyue Divine Collective covers an area the size of a galaxy."
"Even for us divine rulers, traveling from one nation to another requires the use of World Gates. Otherwise, just relying on our own two legs, it could take a thousand years to get anywhere~."
"Another thing to note—the Main Universe here is the convergence point of all Laws across the multiverse, meaning its spatial density and mass are unimaginably vast."
"For example, little Kurma, in Little Garden you're a 2-Digit, right? The birth and death of an entire great universe is something you can manage with the turn of a hand."
"But here, in the Supreme Divine Realm, even if you give it your all, being able to shatter a single galaxy is already remarkable."
"Even I, at full strength, could probably only crush two or three galaxies' worth of space—and that's shatter, not destroy, mind you."
Kurma nodded rapidly, like a pecking chick. "I can feel that! Hehe~ Hu Tao, Hu Tao! This place is huge! There must be tons of fun stuff here—you have to take me around!" She tugged on Hu Tao's sleeve with a bright grin, her small hands holding tight.
Her life before this had been anything but exciting. Little Garden used to be fun once—but over time, it had grown dull and stagnant.
So she had ventured beyond it.
But outside Little Garden was worse—those universes were far too fragile. She had to constantly suppress her own power just to exist.
It was like tiptoeing through a desert—every step unbearably uncomfortable.
Beyond those universes lay only the void itself, endless nothingness.
Hu Tao planted her hands on her hips, raising her head proudly. "Well, of course! You're my friend, Kurma! And Hu Tao never mistreats her friends!"
"Now then, let's go see my best friend, Xiangling!"
"I'm telling you, she's the greatest culinary goddess in the entire multiverse. Her cooking will make your tongue want to jump out of your mouth!"
"The last time I had one of her dishes, I was savoring the taste for a thousand years afterward~ gulp! It was just that good!"
Seeing Hu Tao's blissful expression and hearing her unconsciously swallow, Kurma also gulped, her imagination running wild.
Just how delicious could food be if it could make someone like Hu Tao—a powerful 2-Digit—lose herself completely?
With that thought, Hu Tao grabbed Kurma's hand, pulling her along toward the heart of Liyue—the grand city of Liyue Harbor.
"Come on! Let's go mooch off Xiangling's cooking~!"
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