On the World Tree.

Minis completely repaired the World Tree and began to familiarize himself and continuously absorb and transform all the gifts from Herodotus.

Once he had idle time, he found that several decades had already passed.

"Among the Creation Gods, only I am left alone. So, I too should continue creation, creating species and life upon the earth, advancing civilization."

He sat on the Elf Throne, pondering, recalling the five realm insights Herodotus left him.

"Life is divided into the first sense: the primitive cell, the second sense: perfect consciousness and brain, and the third sense: perfect body structure."

"Only at the fourth sense can one begin practicing, evolving the perfect body built previously."

"And now, for the life on earth, if I created perfect consciousness and perfect bodies for them, wouldn't they be born as beings of the third sense?"

He had a sudden inspiration.

"If the living beings of the earth are born with the third sense."

"Next, they would only need to practice, continuously moving into the fourth and fifth senses..."

"However, this limits some potential."

He mused.

After all, a skyscraper starts from the ground; I've already prepared the first, second, and third floors for them, fixing their fundamental direction.

For instance, if you form an extraordinary race with thunderbolts as a specialty, you would be stuck on this path your whole life.

The racial foundations are limited.

"However, to popularize this, raising the lower limits is far more beneficial than harmful."

Minis, seated on the throne, continuously deduced, suddenly sighed deeply:

"As the Creation God of this world, I have bestowed life upon it, and I have the right to set the direction for the living beings upon the earth, defining species, categories, lifespans, and other such directions."

"My will, the species I create, is the direction in which civilization advances."

He knew in his heart the terrifying nature of this; every decision of his might determine the rise and fall of the entire world civilization.

The civilization torch of Atabia and Herodotus, two stunning geniuses, has been passed to his hands. He doesn't seek breakthroughs or to start his own great legend; he only wishes to uphold the era, advancing steadily.

Now, it was no longer the era for discussions among the Gods.

He alone had to be responsible for the construction of all life and could easily fall into a mental trap.

But he had no choice.

As the king of civilization, he must make decisions he deems correct.

"The template for the Elf Race is a divine technique talent. I constructed for them a body capable of large-scale energy storage, better enabling the use of divine techniques, evolving the Elf Race into third-sense beings."

He kept organizing.

As for creating a thunderbolt-third-sense race?

Minis had no such plans yet.

Because this structural strength was too great!

Without a certain level of wisdom, the average person practicing this would face grave danger, unsuitable for wide adoption, as a universal template.

Moreover, if this power came into the hands of others, it would severely affect his rule.

Thunderbolt is the power of the gods.

When combined with the exclusive divine artifact, the Six-pronged Thorn Crown, it can use electromagnetic waves—the Divine Net—to perceive beneath the World Tree.

The power of this strength was proven by Herodotus.

At the fourth sense, one begins to sense the various electromagnetic waves in the air, linking to an infinite network, and at the fifth sense, even various ingenious electric divine techniques capable of igniting the World Tree, destroying the entire world.

This template is currently the strongest, something the gods themselves use!

"The Elf Race was set with a divine technique system, enabling them to perform various divine techniques. As for the martial arts system for the Human Race, how should it be evolved?"

He pondered.

The Elf Race embarked on the path of divine technique talent, allowing diversification.

After all, as long as they hold an Elf Law book, which contains the genetic sequence of the Giant God, they can catalyze localized body organs for battle, even summoning skeletons or vines...

But the Human Race was different.

They rely on themselves, practicing martial arts, primarily focusing on fist, footwork, and weapons.

If, for instance, I gave the Human Race a uniform "Swift" genetic talent, wouldn't the entire Human Race be limited to practicing this type of martial arts?

"This is too rigid, lacking potential."

He pondered continuously, "The Human Race, as the second favored child created by the ancient Gods in the heavens, the main protagonist of the earth, should possess vast potential."

As the Creator God of this world, creating extraordinary species for this world is a complex task that requires consideration of many details.

If the species lack strength, how will the advancement and elevation of this world's extraordinary races and civilization continue?

Nonetheless, he quickly thought of a solution for the martial arts of the Human Race:

Embedding bloodline talents.

Simply put, at the end of the Human Race's genes, leave an empty slot for a DNA talent fit. Decide the talent you want and equip this genetic talent yourself.

"Choose your martial arts talent as you wish."

His thoughts flowed, his brain rapidly stirring inspiration,

"When they reach a certain stage in their practice, they can go to the Human Race's castle divine hall, awaken their bloodline knight talent, and equip self-chosen 'Swift,' 'Strength,' 'Iron Arm,' and such bloodline talent totems, determining their life's path in practice."

"Thus, even if their martial arts framework is fixed, due to the embedding structure, their potential increases significantly! This race achieves diversification!"

He suddenly smiled.

"The Human Race practices the Bloodline Totem Martial Arts System."

"In the Totem Martial Arts System, Totem Shamans among the Human Race create Totem Divine Patterns, enriching the racial bloodline talent foundation, with boundless potential!"

Soon, this voice echoed through the lands of the Human Race tribes.

Previously, martial arts were just a rudimentary form in the Human Race tribes. Now, the god of the heavens has bestowed extraordinary power upon the Human Race. Martial arts flourished thoroughly, marking the complete onset of the totem era.

Every era births a Creation God to lead civilization and life's evolution.

Now, the new god has proven his strength.

The entire land, the Elf Race and the Human Race, gradually began to trust this new Creator God who will lead them into a new era.

An intangible ripple of electromagnetic waves covered the land, perceiving the myriad human stories below.

"How wonderful, the new god is mighty."

"Indeed."

"Truly the supreme existence of our world, the Creator God of the Human Race and Elves."

Hearing the beings of the earth acknowledge him, Minis felt gratified in his heart, feeling that even though he's exhausted, he has reaped rewards.

"They are, indeed, joyful."

Minis listened to the sounds of the earth, the ripples directly penetrating the Crystal Wall, entering the silver chaos.

But beyond the Crystal Wall, Minis could no longer sense the vast divine eyes and the Six-pronged Thorn Crown described by Herodotus.

"After this battle, everything is unseen, and chaos is silent."

He frowned.

"According to information left by the Ancient Abyss Monarch, before us, too many civilizations were destroyed, becoming waves of the era."

"The Giant Divine King of the Enshi Giant Dynasty, the Black Mirror Queen of Ashen King City, the Demigod Gel of Sky Country..." he murmured a corner of these vast, ancient, mysterious histories, his heart filled with immense reverence.

He still remembered the words of that frightening Ancient Demon Monarch.

If Herodotus had not shone brightly before him, the civilization of this era would likely have perished swiftly and not even been worthy of knowing the name he traversed centuries with: Nokron.

Herodotus had already departed.

He was left alone, moving forward amidst confusion, with awe and fear.

Alas.

A long, wistful sigh.

The handsome side profile of this Elf Divine King, with a contour so perfect it had no flaws, dressed in a golden Divine Robe, its sleeves suddenly caught by an unseen breeze, floating high, "Can I truly lead civilization forward?"

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