Chapter 1169: Chapter 1156: The Capricious Epics Chapter 1169: Chapter 1156: The Capricious Epics The Azure Giant Dragon spiraled above the dome of the sky, its spiritual body, imbued with vigorous will, had completed its transformation, teeming with vibrant vitality. At that moment, this vitality spread and permeated the surrounding land, propelling the plants on this stretch of earth to grow and develop at an extreme speed, even mutating.

Muria had not delved into the Domain of Life Law, but he had a profound understanding of the Laws of Death. Life and death are like twin siblings, entangled endlessly. They appear to be opposing, but in reality, they are one and the same law.

Just like the deities that control death and judge the sins of souls in the afterlife, most of them hold the power to grant new life to the souls of the dead, and the birth of each newborn is generally inseparable from these deities of death.

Thus, Muria, who had ventured into the Laws of Death with the power of the Seven Desolation Demon Gods, also had a considerable understanding of the Life Law. Although this extent of understanding couldn’t compare with deities responsible for the Life Law, it was more than enough to stimulate the vitality of the plants in an area.

Epics are such an unruly existence, no matter what law it is, for an epic, it is only a matter of whether they want to control it, not whether they can. This is also why the deities, who are stuck in their divine roles and positions for tens of thousands of years without advancement, envy and covet epics.

At that moment, Muria used his insignificant grasp of the Life Law to fulfill the wish of the Upright Ape Tribe to not go hungry—fruit trees that could bear fruit, as well as some grass-like cereal plants that had not yet been tamed by the upright apes. These edible plants within visible range were growing quickly.

The wondrous changes in the surroundings immediately attracted the attention of those upright apes. They watched in amazement as the edible fruit trees grew rapidly, mixed with some “wild grasses” which they had absolutely no idea what they were for.

Such a transformation also partly dissipated the dissatisfaction of these upright apes. They could tell that it was the lord of the sky who had descended, who by exerting his mighty force made these fruit trees grow quickly.

But some stubborn upright apes still harbored grievances in their hearts. Although the wild fruits that grew could fill their bellies, they could not compare to meat no matter what.

“Your wishes, to not go hungry!”

Muria, selecting all the plants within a hundred-li radius that could be cultivated for fruit, lowered his now somewhat ethereal Dragon Head, gazing at the Upright Ape Priest in front of him who now showed a fanatical look.

“I have made it happen!”

The Azure Giant Dragon circled in the sky, then collapsed, leaving only a thick beam of azure light, which entered the forehead of the Upright Ape Priest below.

“The Farming Method!” The Upright Ape Priest struck by the azure light knelt on the ground in a daze for a while until he finally came to his senses, muttering to himself. Then, his face revealed an ecstatic expression.

“Praise the great lord of the sky…” The Upright Ape Priest, understanding what the formidable presence that descended had left behind, madly bowed repeatedly on the altar.

The lord of the sky who had just exerted his mighty power did not just leave them a meal to fill their stomachs but also left them a method to free their tribe from hunger for generations to come.

Farming!

This was the gift left behind by Muria, who, upon his arrival in this world, enjoyed the sights of an Otherworld and relieved moments of boredom. Initially, this tribe could have had a feast filled with meat, but instead, due to his arrival, they had to settle for vegetarian fare.

If he had only spurred the growth of some wild fruits for them, it would have been too pitiful. So, he left behind the fundamental conditions for forming a civilization, the Farming Method.

Whether nomadic or hunting, their food sources were extremely unstable, easily affected by various environmental factors. In comparison, food obtained through farming was much more stable. And a stable food source is the foundation for the development of a civilization.

As for Muria’s intention in leaving behind the Farming Method, the Upright Ape Priest couldn’t fully comprehend. All he could understand was that this method would allow them to have a stable source of food in the future, so they wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry, and that was enough for him.

In a wild land where the fire of intelligence had just been born, a tribe that could eat its fill could bring about what kind of changes in this world is very much to be anticipated.

At the very least, Muria, the one who left the Farming Method, thought so. An unintended act, an insignificant bestowment, could change a world, create a civilization.

The influence brought about by his powerful force fascinated Muria, but only a novice epic like him would do such a thing. Because a normal epic, faced with wishes from another world, would usually ignore them.

Even if the prayers of their worshipped objects closely matched their own powers, no epic would deplete their power to descend their will, as it was an act with no gains and a tremendous waste of time.

Of course, it cannot be said that Muria’s act of descending his will this time was a waste of power, he still had gains. For example, the coordinates in the Void of this world, which had just been born in the Void and had not long been imbued with life.

“But this is still useless!”

As he strode rapidly through the darkness and the Void along the Golden Light pathway, Muria, looking at the world coordinates he had derived, sighed helplessly.

Such worlds were essentially unprofitable; even Evil Gods born to Destroy the World wouldn’t take a second glance at them. These newly born worlds, despite their creatures possessing formidable strength, lacked any significant heritage accumulation, and even if one forcefully destroyed them, it would be considered good enough if one managed to break even.

However, Muria didn’t intend to scheme anything. He had merely heard the prayers of the Giant Apes in the Void and descended on a whim, purely out of boredom and curiosity.

And now, Muria could feel that he was not far from reaching a World Community teeming with innumerable living beings.

It was because the voices of prayer, resonating in his ears like ethereal illusions, kept getting louder and louder, a clear sign that he was about to arrive at a World Community of life.

For powerful beings who could tread freely in the Void, such voices were fundamentally standard. The more powerful the being, the more summoning voices they attracted. Of course, this also had something to do with time.

When Muria first achieved his Epics, he swiftly reincarnated in various worlds and spent very little time lingering in the Void, leaving behind scant traces. Hence, he barely heard these voices from the myriad realms.

But as his strength grew to a certain extent, recognized by his elders as capable of traversing the Void without the Heavenly Demon Secret Technique, the Hall of Transcendence sent him into the Void, where he kept moving forward, settling for an extended duration.

This also counted as leaving his traces in the Void. These traces intersected with various information streams emanating from numerous worlds, forming what Muria was now hearing and seeing before his eyes.

Even though Muria’s name had not yet spread through the myriad Void worlds, it did not prevent the beings of the Material World from reaching him through Arrays.

Because Muria could be directly categorized as a towering presence wandering in the Void, many Intelligent Creatures that communicated with sky deities wouldn’t specify whom they were contacting during their communication but would directly reach out to the broad concept of a sky deity, greatly ensuring the success rate of the communication.

Therefore, at this moment, what Muria saw and heard the most were Intelligent Creatures of various extraordinary shapes, sending out requests to communicate with him, vainly offering some special items in exchange for something that could change their Destiny.

As for those mortal things attempting to trade with him, Muria ignored them altogether, preferring those who coincidentally communicated with him.

Mostly out of boredom, Muria whimsically selected two and then descended his will upon them.

The first, because the force of communication was too weak to sustain his presence—his will had not fully descended before he merely glanced at the surroundings and had to withdraw.

As for the second, the preparations made by the sacrificers were quite ample, but the offerings weren’t prepared for his arrival; rather, they were for the bellies of those fools. As for the Sky ruler they had deluded themselves into imagining, they hardly cared for him.

And because the Sky ruler they fantasized about coincidentally matched Muria very well, he was able to descend. Thus, Muria, with a hint of playfulness, left behind the Farming Method, which could be considered a bug for a world still in its primitive ages.

If there were such things as a main storyline or destiny for the world, the so-called world line and Destiny would be thrown into utter disarray because of his action.

Heaven only knows what this world would become due to his descent. Even Muria himself did not know, for at this moment he was unaware that he no longer needed to contact mortal things with his true form. Merely by the descent of his will, he could infect the mortal things and turn them into his Minions.

Muria felt he still had some time before he would reach the World Community, so he prepared to respond for the third time to the unexpected prayers that had communicated with him.

“Whom should I respond to next?”

Muria eyed the hundreds of reflections of Intelligent Creatures before his eyes, choosing a prayerful creature he found particularly appealing, all with different shapes, lives, and even strengths.

At that moment, the significance of beauty was realized, as all those who looked like insects or bizarre ghoul-like petitioners were ignored by Muria—he first chose those creatures that were more pleasing to behold.

“Hmm, this one’s not bad, I’ll choose her.”

A faint ripple in the fabric of spacetime arose, and a bloodied young girl was reflected in Muria’s eyes; simultaneously, the near-despair within the girl’s heart pulsed through to him.

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