My Mythical World - Chapter 6: The God of creation and the Celestial Heaven

As Jiang Ping descended into the primordial world, assuming the mantle of the God of Creation, the entire realm quivered in response. Vibrant ripples coursed through the immutable crystal encasing the world, as if heralding the arrival of the Creator. The firmament shimmered with resplendent hues, an ethereal spectacle that seemed to welcome Jiang Ping with open arms.   Perceiving the unfathomable presence permeating the atmosphere, the colossal beasts of the land trembled, their instincts driving them to flee in a frenzied panic. Even Tianhu, the indomitable sovereign of the earth, succumbed to the pervasive dread, igniting a frenetic exodus that rippled through the ranks of creatures great and small.   Observing the commotion his arrival had incited, Jiang Ping couldn’t help but unleash a soft chuckle. He understood that his awe-inspiring essence overwhelmed the denizens of this primeval world, particularly those endowed with a modicum of consciousness. Yet, he harbored no intent to instill terror or unleash harm upon them.   Harnessing his divine might, Jiang Ping calmed the turbulent beasts, bestowing upon them a soothing assurance. He imparted his purpose—a harbinger of positive metamorphosis and evolution for their world. Gradually, the tumult subsided, and tranquility reclaimed the land.   With order restored, Jiang Ping turned his gaze skyward, fixating upon the celestial realm. Within its ethereal embrace resided the enchanting denizens of magic, awaiting their genesis at his hands.   A surge of divine energy surged forth, imbuing the firmament with an iridescent luminosity. Metamorphosis seized the celestial realm, birthing a myriad of fantastical beings. Serpentine dragons, resplendent unicorns, majestic phoenixes, and an array of other mythical creatures materialized in the heavens, each emanating a distinct aura and wielding extraordinary powers.   Surveying the manifestation of these celestial creatures, Jiang Ping marveled at their ethereal allure and untapped potential. They transcended mere corporeal existence, embodying the essence of mysticism within the world. These magnificent beings would undoubtedly evoke reverence and wonder in all who beheld them.   Proclaiming the most awe-inspiring dragon of the celestial realm as the “Divine Serpent,” Jiang Ping anointed it as the guardian of the celestial heavens. Its regal presence underscored its unchallenged dominion over the celestial skies.   Now teeming with magical creatures, the celestial realm burgeoned with life, each denizen meticulously assigned its purpose within the grand tapestry of creation. Jiang Ping’s countenance beamed with satisfaction as he beheld the harmonious coexistence that thrived amidst these celestial beings.   Having fulfilled his divine mandate, Jiang Ping ascended to his rightful station, casting his gaze upon the world he had wrought. The original realm, enriched with diverse creatures and teeming with vitality, stood as an irrefutable testament to his boundless creative power.   With his divine craftsmanship complete, Jiang Ping resolved to maintain a delicate equilibrium between the original world and the celestial realm. He would nurture and guide the evolution of both realms, ensuring the flourishing coexistence of mortal and mystical beings alike.   As the Divine Artisan, Jiang Ping’s odyssey had merely just commenced. Countless wonders awaited his discovery, and infinite possibilities beckoned within the realms under his watchful eye.     The ocean surged with fervor, its waters resembling a tumultuous cauldron, while a purplish mist unfurled, extending its reach across vast expanses of tens of thousands of miles. Countless diminutive creatures, akin to fish and shrimp, leaped out of the sea in a frenzy, while the Dragon King Beast cowered in terror within the unfathomable depths.   The majestic tree, towering at the heart of the land, had grown to its magnificent zenith of 9,000 meters. Sensing a stirring deep within its core, its myriad branches quivered and swayed as if yearning to touch the heavens and embrace the unattainable.   A colossal deity of radiant light, standing tall at a staggering height of ten thousand feet, descended upon the world. With each step, the fabric of time and space warped, seemingly incapable of leaving a trace upon his divine form. His very being emanated an infinite radiance, causing the entire world to exult in jubilation.   The behemoth nearest to Jiang Ping appeared to be suspended in time, lying motionless upon the earth, too apprehensive even to partake in the abundance of mana that rarely graced the daylight.   At Jiang Ping’s arrival upon the mainland, the colossal beasts instinctively prostrated themselves in reverence. It was as if this figure had been etched into the very depths of their genetic memory, compelling them to bow in unwavering submission.   Even the colossal bird, soaring high above the firmament, descended to the earth, its immense wings humbled in deference to this extraordinary entity. Behemoths of the ocean emerged from the depths, their colossal eyes unable to meet the gaze of the resplendent giant.   Beasts paying homage!   A world thrown into upheaval!   What marvel was this? What extraordinary power? Jiang Ping observed their reactions with profound satisfaction. He had not descended upon the original world solely for theatrics; he had not forgotten his true purpose.   With a sweeping gesture of his hand, innumerable rays of light cascaded upon every corner of the mainland.   Crash! Crash!   Gigantic eggs plummeted into the unfathomable depths of the ocean. These were mystical creatures crafted meticulously by Jiang Ping, their births exacting a toll of precious points. They would engender further legends and bestow greater wisdom upon this world.   Having accomplished these tasks, Jiang Ping directed his gaze towards the central tree, which trembled with anticipation.   A profound consciousness materialized within the soul of the towering central tree. “You shall tend to the feeble creatures at your feet, intervening only in moments of genocidal crisis, safeguarding their existence during times of tranquility.” Though the central tree’s intellect was not yet fully developed, the passage of a hundred million years had not been in vain. It now possessed a wisdom akin to that of a human child.   “The Almighty Creator desires that I protect the nascent beings sprouting beneath roots, while maintaining minimal interference during ordinary circumstances,” mused the central tree, its understanding growing steadily as it shifted its focus downward.   Beneath the towering sentinel, ten thousand ape-like beings, adorned with exposed flesh and scanty black hair, gazed wide-eyed at the vast expanse of this newly formed world. Behind them stood the wondrous sacred tree, a sight of indescribable awe.     As Jiang Ping returned to the realm of reality, he found himself engrossed in contemplation over the myriad of formidable creatures he had birthed, alongside the simple-minded ape-like beings he had created. An eagerness stirred within him, yearning to witness the future evolution of these creatures and be taken aback by the surprises they held.   However, a disquieting pang struck Jiang Ping as he perused the exorbitant cost of 20 points required for the introduction of biological flowers. It weighed heavily on his heart, realizing that fusing creatures consumed points, and even the act of introducing them demanded a substantial investment. The endeavor proved to be all-encompassing, elucidating the profound significance placed on it by Genesis. In the past, the creation of various seawater resources had only exacted a meager toll of 10 points. But today, the formation of magical creatures had drained a total of 50 points from him, leaving Jiang Ping disheartened and dispirited.   “Let us adjust the flow of time,” Jiang Ping mused, feeling the weariness from his arduous day. With the central tree overseeing the primitive ape-like beings, he held faith that they would not face extinction. As he retired for the night, he nurtured a glimmer of hope that upon awakening, he would witness their progression into the Stone Age.   However, an ominous sense of foreboding abruptly enveloped Jiang Ping. Previously, when he had awoke the previous night, the world was veiled in an eerie silence, with a staggering 99% of creatures having fallen into the abyss of extinction. Perturbed, Jiang Ping sat up in bed, consumed by worry. Determined to salvage the perilous situation, he implored Genesis to remain vigilant and alert him of any catastrophic events that threatened the fledgling world. His plea made, Jiang Ping surrendered to the embrace of sleep once more, his heart burdened by a deep-seated apprehension.   In the original world, the towering central tree stood sentinel over the diminutive beings that congregated at its base, their frail forms devoid of protective armor or menacing claws. The central tree pondered with perplexity why the Creator God attributed such paramount importance to these feeble creatures.   The enigmatic arrival of the Creator God had ushered forth an array of peculiar and formidable beasts into the realm. Among them were venomous creatures that had confounded the central tree for countless millennia, relentlessly eluding its grasp of comprehension.   Shaking its branches in a dismissive manner, the central tree cast aside these bewildering musings, focusing its energy on fulfilling its aspirations of becoming a towering giant among trees. After all, it had yet to encounter any being mightier than itself. Even the most powerful of flying lizards proved to be a trifling annoyance in comparison.   Nevertheless, the central tree perceived a glimmer of potential, an opportunity to forge alliances with some of the formidable beasts that roamed the land. A resounding “bang!” reverberated through the air as the colossal Dragon King Beast glowered menacingly at the unfamiliar creature before it, a vexing presence that induced a throbbing headache within the beast.   For countless eons, the Dragon King Beast had reigned supreme in the depths of the sea, a dominion unchallenged. Yet now, it found its formidable close-combat skills rendered futile in the face of these strange monsters. Restless in its roaming, the Dragon King Beast encountered a disconcerting truth. It realized, in a moment of not-so-intelligent clarity, that the days of leisurely strolls that allowed it to sate its voracious appetite were forever lost. The era of bountiful abundance had ceased to exist, leaving only the bitter taste of adversity in its wake.   The influx of magical    creatures had become an unyielding obstacle for the ferocious beasts of the land. These creatures boasted a dimensional advantage, possessing innate abilities to cultivate mana and adroitly augment their attacks with it. Furthermore, they possessed an array of distinctive talents.   Tianhu, the indomitable overlord of the mainland, now languished as a subdued beast, diligently mimicking the breathing techniques of these monsters. Its objective lay in hastening the absorption and utilization of spiritual energy, its singular hope being to rapidly ascend to greater heights and reclaim its lost throne.   In truth, if not for their limited numbers, the original world would have long succumbed to the dominion of these magical creatures. However, the integration of these wondrous beings had spawned a multitude of hybrids, most of whom paled in comparison to their progenitors. Yet, amidst this sea of mediocrity, a few had undergone remarkable mutations, emerging as exceptional specimens.   Among this distinguished group, the Western dragons stood in unparalleled splendor. Their insatiable appetites spared no creature, be it terrestrial, aquatic, or airborne, engendering a profusion of dragon offspring. This collective of magical creatures became known as the “God-created creatures,” distinguishing them from the indigenous inhabitants.   Of course, the local beasts were not oblivious to the fact that not every divine creature exuded immense power. Many proved to be feeble and unremarkable, especially those dwelling in proximity to the central tree. Nevertheless, the original world teemed with new opportunities, witnessing an incessant influx of animals and plants. The conversion of solar energy occurred at an accelerated pace, bestowing upon the world an appearance of amplified grandeur and vibrant vitality.   Unbeknownst to the colossal beasts that strode upon the land’s surface, a subterranean swarm of ant-like creatures, adorned with dark bodies and horned heads, multiplied in their subterranean realm. They voraciously devoured the roots of the central tree, siphoning its life-giving energy. Furthermore, they sought to feast upon underground mineral deposits, augmenting their own strength with each consumption. While this voracious feeding resulted in the demise of countless brethren, it also gave rise to potent mutations, as the ant queen, the revered leader of the ant tribe, tirelessly laid tens of thousands of ant eggs. Unyielding in their excavations, the subterranean realm witnessed the relentless expansion of the ant tribe’s dominion.   I hope the enhanced prose and refinements meet your expectations. I have endeavored to elevate the sentence structure, coherence, flow, lexicon, and sophistication while introducing new vocabulary. 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