Chaos is not emptiness, but a womb that nurtures all existence. When that indescribable force of divine summons enveloped the souls of the brother and sister, they gained a deeper understanding of this truth. There was no sense of tearing, no vertigo, as if they had merely stepped from one room into another, far more vast one.
The scene before them solidified.
There were no golden, domed ceilings here, nor chanting celestial attendants. The ground they stood on was a plane seemingly paved with solidified starlight. Looking up, they saw slowly rotating nebulae, interwoven with nascent stars and dying ones. The air—if there was air here—was saturated with the most primitive power of cosmic laws, cold, pure, yet brimming with infinite vitality.
And at the center of it all was a throne, simple in form, as if carved from a single block of the very concept of "Existence." Upon it sat a figure.
No introduction was needed, no proclamation necessary. The moment His gaze fell upon them, the knowledge of His name was imprinted upon the depths of their souls — Pangu. The God of Creation, who cleaved the heavens from the earth and forged all living things.
His features were obscured by the hazy radiance of creation, unclear, save for a pair of eyes that seemed to bear the weight of all the stars—profound, majestic, yet tinged with a weariness that could not be erased.
"I am the one who summoned you here."
Pangu spoke, his voice calm, yet resonating through the very fabric of law like the gentle collision of two worlds. He gave the siblings no time for shock or questions, cutting directly to the heart of the matter with a candor that was almost brutal.
"I am Pangu, the Creator God of this realm. All the mountains, rivers, stars, and myriad beings you see originated from my hand."
He paused, a flicker of helplessness crossing those heavy eyes.
"But creating a world is not making something from nothing. It requires unimaginable divine power. In my youthful ambition, to practice my Dao, I borrowed vast amounts of 'Creative Divine Power' from several ancient peers—Gods of other universes."
He raised his hand and casually drew a line in the void. Instantly, countless strands of brilliant, yet icy, light materialized, intertwining and weaving together until they formed a complex web of contracts so vast its edges could not be seen. Each thread pulsed with awe-inspiring power and binding force. It was a Divine Debt, witnessed by the most fundamental laws, undeniable and absolute.
"The debt must be repaid." Pangu's voice held no discernible joy or anger, only the calm statement of fact. "However, after countless eons, the value generated by the world operating under the old model can no longer keep pace with the accumulating interest. If this continues, this realm... faces the danger of collapse."
His gaze fell clearly upon the brother and sister for the first time, a gaze that seemed to pierce through their past lives and futures, looking directly into the deepest potential of their souls.
"The old ailments of the world require new remedies. Clinging to outdated ways leads only to ruin. I need new talent, new ideas, to help me, and the billions of living beings, propel a new model, to break this deadlock."
As He spoke, another figure solidified from faint to substantial slightly to the side of the throne. He was shrouded in light composed of countless warp and weft lines, the threads of causality from innumerable worlds swimming like tame silver fish around his fingertips. He was the Lord of Order who had existed since the primordial beginnings of this realm, ancient and majestic.
Pangu's gaze swept over the Lord of Order, then returned to the siblings, issuing an earth-shattering invitation:
"Will you act as the vanguard to propel this new model, and work alongside that Lord of Order there, and myself?"
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Silence.
The immense influx of information crashed over the siblings' minds like a reversed galaxy. The Creator God, the Divine Debt, the old model, the world crisis... and this offer, weighty as a mountain, coming directly from the source of creation itself.
The brother's pupils contracted violently, his mind racing. He saw the unparalleled opportunity—this was directly participating in shaping the world under the Creator God Himself! But he also saw the ultimate risk—what could they do about a predicament that even the Creator God found棘手? What was the price of failure?
The sister's hands subconsciously clenched. She felt a sense of mission so immense it was nearly suffocating. The weight of the world seemed to press upon her shoulders through Pangu's gaze. Yet, simultaneously, a thrill of recognition from the supreme existence, and an instinct to change, to protect, burned within her heart.
The brother and sister looked at each other. No words were spoken, yet a silent, intense exchange occurred at the level of their souls. Worry, desire, responsibility, fear... countless emotions intertwined, until finally, they saw the same answer in each other's eyes—a resolve in the face of a grand destiny.
After this seemingly long, yet brief, period of careful consideration, they turned to Pangu and bowed, their posture a mixture of humility and unshakable determination.
The brother spoke first, his voice steady and powerful: "We are deeply honored by your regard, Esteemed One, for seeing worth in our humble talents. To establish the heart of heaven and earth, and to set the destiny for all living beings, is our aspiration. We vow to spare no effort and accept this duty!"
The sister then lifted her head, her eyes clear and bright, her tone firm: "To protect this realm and nurture all things is also the desire of our hearts. We vow to shoulder this responsibility, to stand with you, Esteemed One, and explore a new path!"
Pangu gazed at them, the eternal frost on His face seeming to melt a little, revealing a relieved expression.
"Good."
With that one word from the Creator God, the matter was settled. He rose solemnly. The laws within the entire sanctum resonated in response, and endless creative light converged in His hands.
"Thus it is. Here, in the name of the Creator God, I lay the cornerstone for the new model and officially decree!"
His gaze, sharp as torches, first fell upon the brother. A golden light, containing absolute reason and the power to adjudicate all things, coalesced in His palm into a divine seal.
"I hereby confer upon you the title of — God of Adjudication!" He commanded the three realms' laws, arbitrating disputes among all things. With your clarity of judgment, establish the rules for the new order and sweep away the old maladies!"
As the words fell, the Seal of Adjudication, accompanied by the resonant sound of cosmic law, descended into the brother's hands. Vast knowledge of law and the authority of arbitration merged with his soul. A divine light shot skywards, heralding the birth of a new god.
Then, Pangu turned to the sister. Another divine seal, this one of jade, shimmering with boundless energy and the power to balance the fortunes of all beings, materialized.
"I hereby confer upon you the title of — God of Authority!" Command the authority of heaven and earth, oversee the flow of primordial essence. With your wise heart, allocate resources for the new model and lay its foundation!"
The Seal of Authority transformed into a stream of gentle yet vast light, encircling the sister, and finally merging with her soul, symbolizing her mastery over the authority of resources and destiny.
With the conferral complete, the God of Adjudication and the God of Authority stood side by side, their divine majesty beginning to emanate.
It was at this moment that the ever-silent Lord of Order took a step forward. The myriad threads of light around him flowed accordingly, as if the very rules of the world were adjusting to his movement. He looked upon the newly appointed siblings, and upon his face, usually as stern as written law, appeared a faint, almost gentle expression.
"Greetings," his voice sounded, no longer merely the cold echo of rules, but carrying a depth that encompassed all things. "I am the God of Order."
He paused slightly, letting the title settle in the siblings' hearts, then spoke words powerful enough to overturn all their prior understanding:
"Simultaneously, I am also the God of Freedom, and the God of Fate."
"I am honored," he continued, his gaze sweeping over Pangu before finally resting on the brother and sister, carrying a solemnity of facing challenges together, "to work with you to change this world."
As his words faded, the siblings seemed to see, within the profound pupils of the God of Order, structured halos, unpredictable gusts of wind, and flowing streams of brilliant golden threads, all three perfectly blended, returning to a state of chaotic primacy.
Within the sanctum, a new era quietly began.
After this seemingly long, yet brief, moment of silent communion, they turned to Pangu and bowed, their posture a mixture of humility and unshakable determination.
The brother spoke first, his voice steady and powerful: "We are deeply honored by your regard, Esteemed One, for seeing worth in our humble talents. To establish the heart of heaven and earth, and to set the destiny for all living beings, is our aspiration. We vow to spare no effort and accept this duty!"
The sister then lifted her head, her eyes clear and bright, her tone firm: "To protect this realm and nurture all things is also the desire of our hearts. We vow to shoulder this responsibility, to stand with you, Esteemed One, and explore a new path!"
Pangu gazed at them, the eternal frost on His face seeming to melt a little, revealing a relieved expression.
"Good."
With that one word from the Creator God, the matter was settled. He rose solemnly. The laws within the entire sanctum resonated in response, and endless creative light converged in His hands.
"Thus it is. Here, in the name of the Creator God, I lay the cornerstone for the new model and officially decree!"
His gaze, sharp as torches, first fell upon the brother. A golden light, containing absolute reason and the power to adjudicate all things, coalesced in His palm into a divine seal.
"I hereby confer upon you the title of — God of Adjudication! May you command the three realms' laws, arbitrate disputes among all things. With your clarity of judgment, establish the rules for the new order and sweep away the old maladies!"
As the words fell, the Seal of Adjudication, accompanied by the resonant sound of cosmic law, descended into the brother's hands. Vast knowledge of law and the authority of arbitration merged with his soul. A divine light shot skywards, heralding the birth of a new god.
Then, Pangu turned to the sister. Another divine seal, this one of jade, shimmering with boundless energy and the power to balance the fortunes of all beings, materialized.
"I hereby confer upon you the title of — God of Authority! May you command the authority of heaven and earth, oversee the flow of primordial essence. With your wise heart, allocate resources for the new model and lay its foundation!"
The Seal of Authority transformed into a stream of gentle yet vast light, encircling the sister, and finally merging with her soul, symbolizing her mastery over the authority of resources and destiny.
With the conferral complete, the God of Adjudication and the God of Authority stood side by side, their divine majesty beginning to emanate.
It was at this moment that the ever-silent Lord of Order took a step forward. The myriad threads of light around him flowed accordingly, as if the very rules of the world were adjusting to his movement. He looked upon the newly appointed siblings, and upon his face, usually as stern as written law, appeared a faint, almost gentle expression.
"Greetings," his voice sounded, no longer merely the cold echo of rules, but carrying a depth that encompassed all things. "I am the God of Order."
He paused slightly, letting the title settle in the siblings' hearts, then spoke words powerful enough to overturn all their prior understanding:
"Simultaneously, I am also the God of Freedom, and the God of Fate."
"I am honored," he continued, his gaze sweeping over Pangu before finally resting on the brother and sister, carrying a solemnity of facing challenges together, "to work with you to change this world."
As his words faded, the siblings seemed to see, within the profound pupils of the God of Order, structured halos, unpredictable gusts of wind, and flowing streams of brilliant golden threads, all three perfectly blended, returning to a state of chaotic primacy.
Within the sanctum, a new era quietly began.