The Bloodline System - Chapter 1570: The Revelation Of Deities

Author’s Note: Unedited Chapter

————

In the center of the chamber, a large, crystalline structure stood, glowing with an strange light. It was as if the very essence of the deity’s blood had crystallized, forming a conduit to the past. Gustav approached it, feeling a deep sense of reverence and anticipation.

As he touched the crystalline structure, a surge of energy flowed through him, and his surroundings shifted. He found himself standing in the midst of a grand cosmic battle. Towering deities, each radiating immense power, clashed with each other, their blows shaking the fabric of reality. The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

“These are the deities,” Gustav realized, his heart pounding. “Their power is unimaginable. But why are they fighting?”

The scene shifted, revealing a gathering of deities in a celestial council. One deity, whose presence was more commanding than the others, spoke with authority. “We are the guardians of the cosmos,” the deity said. “Our purpose is to maintain balance and order. But there are those among us who seek to disrupt this balance for their own gain.”

Another deity, whose aura was darker and more menacing, responded with defiance. “Balance is a constraint,” the dark deity declared. “We possess the power to reshape reality as we see fit. Why should we be bound by arbitrary rules?”

The council erupted into arguments, the deities divided between those who sought to preserve balance and those who desired unchecked power. Gustav watched as the conflict escalated, leading to the cosmic battles that had once threatened the existence of the Slarkovs.

“This is why they fought,” Gustav thought, understanding dawning upon him. “It was a struggle between order and chaos, between those who wanted to maintain balance and those who sought to wield their power without restraint.”

The scenes continued to unfold, showing the devastating impact of the battles on various worlds, including Planet Humbad. The battles left scars across the cosmos, and the collateral damage was immense. The deities’ power was so great that even their residual energy could alter the course of entire civilizations.

“These battles were cataclysmic,” Gustav realized. “The Slarkovs were caught in the crossfire of a conflict that was far beyond their control.”

The scene shifted once more, revealing the aftermath of the final battle. The deities who sought balance had prevailed, but at a great cost. Many deities had perished, their essence scattered across the cosmos. The surviving deities, weary and diminished, made a solemn pact.

“We must withdraw from this realm,” the commanding deity said, his voice filled with sorrow. “Our presence here has caused too much destruction. We will enter a state of dormancy, allowing the cosmos to heal. Our influence must be minimized to prevent further chaos.”

The deities nodded in agreement, their forms beginning to fade. “The balance must be maintained,” they declared in unison. “We leave this realm in the hands of those who dwell within it. They must forge their own destiny.”

As the deities vanished, the cosmic battles ceased, and the cosmos began to heal. The residual energy of the deities’ power lingered, giving rise to phenomena like Dimension Six and the supernatural abilities of the Mixedbloods.

Gustav felt a profound sense of understanding and sadness. “The deities sacrificed themselves to protect the balance of the cosmos,” he thought. “Their battles were a struggle for the very fabric of reality. And in the end, they chose to withdraw to prevent further destruction.”

The scene faded, and Gustav found himself back in the chamber within Dimension Six. The crystalline structure continued to glow with the remnants of the deity’s blood, a silent testament to the cosmic struggle that had shaped the history of the universe.

“Dimension Six,” Gustav said, his voice filled with gratitude, “thank you for showing me the truth. The deities’ battles and their sacrifice were pivotal in shaping our reality. I now understand the immense responsibility we carry as their legacy.”

The sentience of Dimension Six responded with a gentle hum. “You have sought the truth and found it. The knowledge of the deities and their sacrifice is now part of your legacy. Use this understanding wisely, for the balance of the cosmos is a delicate one.”

Gustav nodded, feeling a deep sense of purpose. “I will. The legacy of the deities and the Slarkovs must be honored. We must ensure that their sacrifices were not in vain and that we continue to strive for balance and harmony.”

As he left the heart of Dimension Six, Gustav felt a renewed sense of clarity and determination. The knowledge he had gained was not just a revelation but a call to action. The history of the deities and their cosmic struggle was a reminder of the power and responsibility that came with their legacy.

“We are the heirs of the deities’ struggle,” Gustav thought, “and it is up to us to maintain the balance they fought so hard to protect. We must use our abilities and knowledge to guide humanity towards a future of unity and resilience.”

With this newfound understanding, Gustav set out to share the truth with others. The story of the deities, their battles, and their ultimate sacrifice would be a beacon of hope and a reminder of the importance of balance and harmony in the cosmos. The future was now in their hands, and with the legacy of the deities guiding them, they would strive to build a world worthy of their sacrifices.

—ss

Gustav followed the instructions given by the sentience of Dimension Six, feeling a sense of anticipation and reverence as the surroundings around him began to shift once more. The ethereal light within the chamber intensified, and the air hummed with an ancient power. Slowly, the constructs around him started to form into shape, displaying projections from far back in time—projections that revealed the deities who had once ruled existence and the cosmos as a whole.

The first projection materialized, showing a grand assembly of deities, each one radiating an aura of immense power and authority. These beings were titanic in stature, their forms towering above Gustav. Each deity had a unique appearance that reflected their domains and specialities.

To his left, a deity with a body made of swirling stars and galaxies stood tall. His eyes were deep pools of cosmic energy, and his voice echoed like the music of the spheres. “I am Astronos, the Guardian of the Celestial Bodies,” he declared, his voice resonating through the chamber. “I uphold the harmony of the stars and ensure the balance of the heavens.”

Next to Astronos, a deity with a fiery mane and skin that glowed like molten lava stepped forward. Her eyes blazed with an intense light, and her presence exuded raw power. “I am Ignara, the Mistress of Flame and Forge,” she proclaimed, her voice crackling with energy. “I shape the worlds and breathe life into the cosmos through the power of fire.”

On the other side, a deity with a body composed of flowing water and adorned with corals and seashells emerged. Her eyes shimmered like the depths of the ocean, and her movements were fluid and graceful. “I am Oceana, the Keeper of the Seas,” she announced, her voice as soothing as the gentle waves. “I govern the waters and bring sustenance to all living beings.”

Beside her, a deity with a form made of verdant plants and blooming flowers appeared. His eyes sparkled with the light of life, and his presence was calming and nurturing. “I am Verdantus, the Steward of Life and Growth,” he said, his voice rich with the essence of nature. “I oversee the flourishing of all flora and fauna in the cosmos.”

Gustav watched in awe as more deities appeared, each one representing a different aspect of existence. Their egos were palpable, and it was clear that they were constantly at odds with one another. The projections showed scenes of their interactions, their voices clashing like thunder as they debated and argued over their domains and laws.

“Astronos,” Ignara spat, her fiery hair whipping around her face, “your obsession with the stars blinds you to the importance of the elements that forge them. Without my fire, there would be no light for your precious heavens.”

Astronos’s eyes narrowed, and his cosmic form shimmered with indignation. “Ignara, your flames may create, but they also destroy. It is my duty to maintain the balance and prevent your infernos from consuming the cosmos.”

Oceana stepped between them, her voice like a calming tide. “Both of you, enough. We are meant to work in harmony, not tear each other apart. The seas connect all worlds, and it is through unity that we sustain life.”

Verdantus nodded in agreement, his eyes glowing with the light of understanding. “Oceana is right. Our domains are interconnected. The growth of life depends on the balance of fire, water, and stars. We must find common ground.”

Despite their occasional agreements, the deities’ egos and differences often led to fierce conflicts. The projections showed scenes of battles that shook the very fabric of reality. These cosmic clashes were awe-inspiring and terrifying, their energy radiating across dimensions and affecting the worlds they governed.

In one projection, Gustav watched as Ignara and Verdantus clashed in a battle of fire and nature. The landscape around them transformed into a battlefield of molten lava and blooming forests. Flames roared and trees grew with explosive speed, each trying to overpower the other.

“Your unchecked growth will lead to chaos, Verdantus!” Ignara shouted, her voice a roar of fury. “Life must be tempered with destruction to maintain balance!”

Verdantus’s voice was calm but firm, his eyes glowing with determination. “And your flames, Ignara, must be controlled to prevent annihilation. Life and death are part of a cycle, and we must respect that cycle.”

The projection shifted to another scene, showing Astronos confronting a dark deity whose form was shrouded in shadows and void. “Nocturnis,” Astronos said, his voice filled with authority, “your encroachment into the realm of light threatens the balance of the cosmos. You must be stopped.”

Nocturnis’s eyes glowed with a malevolent light, his voice a whisper of darkness. “Balance is an illusion, Astronos. The cosmos thrives on chaos and order, light and dark. You cannot exist without me.”

The projections continued, revealing more battles and disputes among the deities. Each conflict left scars across the cosmos, their immense power reshaping the very fabric of existence. Gustav realized that these clashes were the reason for the instability and destruction that had affected worlds like Planet Humbad.

As he watched, a sense of understanding dawned upon him. “The deities were embodiments of fundamental forces,” he thought. “Their battles were not just physical conflicts but ideological struggles over the nature of reality itself. Their disagreements and egos led to the cosmic upheavals that shaped the history of the universe.”

The projection shifted once more, showing the final gathering of the deities after the last great battle. Many deities had perished, their essences scattered across the cosmos. The survivors were weary and diminished, their forms flickering with the remnants of their power.

The commanding deity, Astronos, spoke with a voice filled with sorrow and resolve. “We have caused too much destruction in our quest for dominance. The balance of the cosmos is fragile, and our presence here has only disrupted it further. We must withdraw into dormancy to allow the universe to heal.”

The other deities nodded in agreement, their forms beginning to fade. Ignara’s fiery mane dimmed, Oceana’s flowing water stilled, and Verdantus’s verdant glow softened. “We leave this realm in the hands of those who dwell within it,” they declared in unison. “They must forge their own destiny.”