Chapter 1 The Artisan?

What is this talisman?

Han Fangbai froze, momentarily bewildered.

The essence of talisman Dao lies in attributing ubiquitous 'spiritual Qi particles' through special talismanic trajectories, to achieve various incredible abilities.

There are countless talismans, with myriad abilities, but he had never heard of a situation where drawing a talisman incorrectly would instead evolve into another type of talisman.

"Is that even possible..."

Han Fangbai swallowed, then looked at the first talisman he had drawn, his fingers unconsciously tracing each line of its pattern.

In a daze, a scene seemed to appear before his eyes.

Faintly, he seemed to see a chaotic and deep starry universe, boundless and vast, as if containing infinite mysteries.

It made one unable to resist becoming engrossed.

Buzz~

Just then, Han Fangbai felt a heat in his chest, and the 'all-in-one card' tucked there suddenly lit up, stinging his eyes.

"Ah!"

Han Fangbai suddenly woke up, enduring the great discomfort and taking a step back, but to his horror, the scene before him did not disappear.

And within it, the deep and boundless starry sky was rapidly stretching into the distance until, at this moment, Han Fangbai finally saw clearly.

That wasn't any starry universe; it was clearly an indescribable, enormous eyeball, its dark and deep pupil like a starry sky.

That was its pupil!

"This, what is this thing?!"

Han Fangbai gasped, a great chill rising in his heart, feeling as if he was exposed outside the base city at hundreds of degrees below zero, his whole body cold.

He even trembled involuntarily.

"How could someone as insignificant and humble as you comprehend my existence?"

A voice he had never heard before, yet could understand, exploded in Han Fangbai's heart:

"You can call me God, the Artisan God!"

God...

Hearing the rumbling sound in his heart, Han Fangbai was even more shocked, but his fear lessened somewhat: "You're a God? And, and an Artisan God? A God of craftsmen? Lu Ban?"

The New Era ended the old, but humanity's information inheritance no longer relied on word of mouth, and the inheritance had not been lost.

Han Fangbai, of course, knew what a God was, but there really were Gods in this world?

"Craftsman? Ignorant, humble creatures..."

In the sea of his mind, the voice paused, as if catching something, and coldly laughed: "Immortality is Godhood, those who die are never Gods!"

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Han Fangbai's body stiffened, and he felt as if something was crawling out of his body.

But in just an instant, that thing retreated.

At the same time, the voice sounded again, but it became much more peaceful: "Kneel down, this God has something for you to do."

"???"

Han Fangbai, who was gasping for breath, instantly had a head full of question marks.

You want me to do something, and you want me to kneel?!

Crack!

A tremendous force suddenly arose, and Han Fangbai screamed, directly pressed to the ground.

"Don't even think about making me kneel to you?!"

Han Fangbai roared in pain, but stubbornly refused to kneel, and the hand clutching the talisman suddenly moved, directly activating it!

Talisman Dao cultivation is not easy, especially the entry, which requires accumulation, and even after entry, it is not necessarily easy.

But that is limited to drawing!

The deployment of talismans is extremely easy, so much so that the difficulty of entering and cultivating Talisman Dao is to reduce the difficulty of deploying talismans!

In other words, apart from some high-level, top-tier, great-killing talismans, even a talisman master like Han Fangbai, who had just entered the Dao, could instantly activate most of the other talismans!

Not to mention, the talisman he had just drawn.

Buzz!

While the screams were still echoing, that talisman had already burned to ashes, and a touch of scarlet light instantly fell on Han Fangbai's right hand.

"Your soul?... How could this be?!"

The startled voice flashed and disappeared.

Under the scarlet light, Han Fangbai's face was pale, and he shook his hand, wanting to throw off the scarlet light.

"Get out!"

With a shake, Han Fangbai was shocked, the scarlet talisman light could not be shaken off, and even drilled directly into his flesh: "Get out!"

He flailed his arms and legs.

After a long while, until there was a knock on the door, and 'Grandma Han's' voice came from outside.

Han Fangbai slumped in his chair, his face twitching: "Grandma, I'm fine..."

"Are you really okay?"

An ordinary door couldn't stop Jiang Shili's gaze. Through the door, she swept the entire room, focusing on Han Fangbai's haggard face.

With a thoughtful look in her heart, she gave up the idea of breaking in: "If you're okay, then rest early, don't disturb the neighbors..."

"Got it..."

Han Fangbai stopped talking, and finally gritted his teeth, and communicated with that 'Artisan God':

"What exactly are you?"

After a short silence, a voice finally sounded in his mind: "Respected Mianxia, I apologize for my recklessness."

"Huh?"

Han Fangbai didn't expect the other party's attitude to change so much, but he didn't dare to let his guard down, and asked vigilantly:

"What do you want to do?"

After another short silence, the voice in his mind sounded again: "I am learning Mianxia's language to facilitate communication."

Han Fangbai was startled to realize that the voice was already in standard Da Xuan language.

"I am from the World Tree Crystal Wall System, one of the twelve Ancient Gods, a spirit under the command of the Ancient God of Fate, with the divine duty of 'Artisan', dedicated to carving the world for the Ancient God of Fate..."

"The Ancient God of Fate controls the 'Fate Slate', manipulating the fate of countless dimensions and the entire Crystal Wall System, even the Star Realm. He is the Ancient God with the highest rank under the Creator God, the leader of the twelve Ancient Gods!"

"And I was once the most trusted subordinate of the Ancient God of Fate... In order to be promoted to Ancient God, I tried my best to please the Ancient God of Fate..."

"The Fate Slate records the past, present, and future, imprinting the fate of countless dimensions, demiplanes, and even the Crystal Wall System..."

"Only by erasing my name from the Fate Slate can I become an Ancient God..."

…

"But who knew..."

In his mind, the existence calling itself 'Artisan God' rambled about its origins, and the causes and consequences.

Han Fangbai was first suspicious, then bewildered.

But finally he understood, this was a God from the 'World Tree Crystal Wall System', and according to Himself, was also a 'Greater God'.

But His attitude towards himself, how could it be…

Han Fangbai was confused, and skeptical, and the voice continued, calm at first, then with fluctuations:

"An evil god from the 'Great World of the Gods' shattered the Fate Slate!"

"And then?"

Han Fangbai finally chimed in, because he realized that this unknown existence seemed to be afraid when it came to this.

An undisguised fear!

"Then, then..."

The Artisan God suddenly closed his mouth, then, there was a long silence, until Han Fangbai impatiently asked repeatedly, and then He whispered:

"Then, I fell into a deep sleep... I, need your help."

"Aren't you a God? You still need my help?"

Han Fangbai was skeptical, and even more wary.

"Helping me is also helping yourself!"

The Artisan God's voice was filled with great fear: "I sensed the call of the Fate Slate, someone is trying to find my location through the Fate Slate!"

"What?"

Han Fangbai's heart 'thumped': "Didn't you say the Fate Slate was already shattered?"

"Fate is eternal, it will only be redefined, not truly disappear."

The Artisan God's tone was grave:

"I shouldn't have woken up at this time, even, with my so weak self, I couldn't wake up at all. The reason I woke up, there is only one reason..."

Gods do not die.

However, the time required for a fallen God to wake up from sleep is extremely long and extremely harsh.

At this time, He could not meet this condition at all.

"What reason?"

Han Fangbai's heart inexplicably felt heavy, and faintly, he felt that this Artisan God was not lying to himself.

At least on this point, he was not lying to himself.

"True death is about to come!"

The Artisan God sighed: "Finding my Godhood is the only chance to save your world..."

"You wouldn't want to see that evil god descend..."

The Artisan God sighed.

His state was too bad, and this world was too strange, actually able to devour his soul, and this person was also very strange.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have wanted to say so much.

"This…"

Han Fangbai was a little confused, and irritable.

Where had he experienced this? For a while, he didn't know what to do?

"I can pay you!"

Irritation was instantly broken, and Han Fangbai came back to his senses: "What reward?"

As a poor teenager who had to work two part-time jobs every day after school, the word reward could not be more eye-catching.

"I am the Artisan God, carving is my forte."

The Artisan God scanned Han Fangbai's body inside and out, and offered part of his sincerity in his words:

"I can carve your body, so that you are indestructible,

I can carve your brain, making you more intelligent, I can carve your destiny, allowing you to do everything with half the effort..."

"Ah? This, can luck also be carved?"

Han Fangbai was shocked.

…

"...I can carve your destiny, allowing you to do everything with half the effort..."

Empty underground base, howling snow-capped mountains, a desolate mountain in Wang Quan's dreamland, a floating city…

Listening to the slightly distorted voice, and the message, passed down by Ying Long.

Qing Long, Juechen Daoist, Wang Zhixuan, Chu Fan, Bai Hu, Gu Changsheng, Su Jie and others all narrowed their eyes.

"World Tree Crystal Wall System, twelve Ancient Gods, Ancient God of Fate, evil god from the Great World of the Gods…"

On the desolate mountain in Wang Quan's dreamland, Su Jie chewed on the message from Ying Long, and there were ripples in his heart.

As early as when the Zombie King appeared, and even earlier when the Statue of Liberty disappeared, there was talk of 'space-time conversion' between countries.

But it was not until this time that there was a real conclusion.

"So, the Zombie King, the Destruction Serpent, this Artisan God, and even the Floating Mountain... all come from other worlds."

Su Jie rose to enlightenment, and then a doubt arose:

"But the universe is so big, why have they all come to Xuan Xing?"