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The next day, early in the morning, a large group of people appeared in the Elven Kingdom of Lothlórien. Among these people, there were dwarves, halflings, and more than one white-robed wizard.

This group of people was so large that they were finally stopped at the gate of Lothlórien.

Celeborn, the Lord of Lothlórien, blocked everyone from entering the gate of Lothlórien.

Looking at the large group of people in front of him, Celeborn rubbed his swollen head.

"Gandalf, didn't Galadriel say that you were the only one? What's going on now?"

With so many people, it would be a problem for Lothlórien to entertain them at ordinary times, let alone now.

The atmosphere in Lothlórien now is so scary. Didn't you see that he, the lord equivalent to the king, has become the gatekeeper? Do you really think he doesn't care about his face? He is a coward. He felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest if he looked at the scene inside for one more time. He couldn't bear it.

Gandalf shaved his hair carefully, trying to block something, but it was precisely this action that accidentally made a"little bamboo shoot" pop out.

"Gandalf, what's the matter with the bump on your head?" Celeborn asked curiously.

As soon as he said this, Gandalf immediately looked at a guy next to him with a murderous look, or more precisely, a white robe.

Saruman the white robe looked away embarrassedly. It was no wonder that he was the one to blame. Everyone knew that the hearts of the white robes were all black. Gandalf, this scum, suddenly came to the door with a respectful and honest look, just wanting some exotic flowers and plants. It was obvious that there was something wrong. How could Saruman the white robe bear it? He poured a bowl of medicine on Gandalf on the spot and interrogated him about what happened.

The result was very gratifying. The interrogation ability of Saruman the White Robe did not deteriorate, and he soon got the answer, but the answer was a little too exciting, and scared Saruman the White Robe so much that he jumped up on the spot and hit the ceiling with his head.

The God of Creation Ilúvatar invited the guests to come, and Gandalf was looking for treasures to offer. The Maiah was scared to death. The frightened Saruman the White Robe forced Gandalf to wake up without saying a word, but the drug was a little strong, so Saruman the White Robe had to use the physical awakening method.

It was a success, but there were some minor sequelae

""Okay, okay, Gandalf, stop glaring at Saruman, the gift is more important." A leader of an unknown race quickly pulled Gandalf.

Gandalf's angry eyes immediately spread to everyone, and he glared and said,"How dare you say that, damn it, I can do the gift by myself, but you bastards are still not at ease and have to follow me!"

"How can we be assured about this? What if you take all the things greedily and regard them as your own tribute? What should we do then?"

As soon as these words came out, they were immediately responded to by everyone.

Gandalf said angrily:"How is it possible? Am I that kind of person?"

Saruman in the white robe curled his lips and said:"Gandalf, everyone knows who. Others say that we white robes have black hearts, but your heart is recognized as the blackest. We agreed to a duel, but you told on me as soon as we disagreed. People like you……"

Gandalf's mouth twitched wildly. Slander, this is slander!

""All right, all right." Kellerpeng stopped the noise.

"I understand your situation, let Gandalf go."

Saruman the White Robe's eyes became fierce. Damn Celeborn, you gave me a glare for a long time, do you think my eyelids twitched?

When Gandalf patted Celeborn on the shoulder and entered Lothlórien with excitement, Celeborn looked at Saruman the White Robe dimly.

"Don't think I won't help you. Now, my hair tingles when I look at it. Going in to offer gifts may not be a good thing."

Saruman in white robe was immediately confused:"What do you mean?"

Celeborn curled his lips and said:"That is a place for the Creator God to invite distinguished guests. Do you think it is for ordinary people? Now, the Maiar are just servants, and the Valar are just foils. How can Gandalf, a white robe, go in so carelessly?……"

""Hiss!" Saruman in white robe took a breath and hugged Celeborn. Good man, this is a good man!

The Maiar were servants, the Valar were attendants, Gandalf broke in like that, and was watched by a group of Valar and Maiar... It felt so exciting that my scalp was about to explode.

The most luxurious and magnificent hall was now filled with vast and infinite divine power.

Below, the Valar were sitting on the attendant seats, and on both sides, a large number of Maiar were coming in and out. These sub-gods who were usually extremely noble were now just the lowest-level servants here.

At the top, which was also the most honorable position, there were two seats. A figure had appeared in one of them. It was an illusory figure, noble, sacred, and loving. It was the creator god Ilúvatar, but the current Ilúvatar did not seem to be his real body, but just an illusory figure. Shadow.

Below, the only Elf Queen who was not a Maia or Valar but had her own seat, and her seat was very close to the front. Beside her at this moment, the Veili goddesses who were rarely seen and high above were so enthusiastic.

Because His Majesty the God of Creation was up there, they dared not talk nonsense, but they could not stop making small movements, carefully and deliberately asking the Elf Queen something. The

Elf Queen maintained her usual reserve and coldness. To be honest, if her horizons had not been completely opened, she might not have been able to maintain it. After all, this was the goddess Veili. She could not even see her normally, but now everyone was surrounding her. This sense of vanity, could most people withstand it?

Suddenly, the Elf Queen's face changed, and she carefully pushed away the small movements of the Veili goddesses around her, stood up, and said respectfully:"Your Majesty Ilúvatar, it's time.���"

The creator god Ilúvatar opened his eyes instantly, and all the Valar and Vali present also became serious.

The next moment, a dark passage that looked like a black hole appeared out of nowhere.

"Click, click……"

Clear footsteps were heard, becoming clearer and clearer as time went by.

A moment later, a figure appeared in the gaze of the gods.

Being watched by any Valar or Vali, even an ordinary Maia might not be able to withstand it, the pressure was too great, but now it was all the Valar and Vali, the gods who were high above the entire continent.

But at this moment, the other party's expression did not change at all, as if the gaze of the gods did not exist at all.

In fact, the person who came only glanced at the gods, and then turned his eyes to Ilúvatar, and suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

"Ilúvatar, this game of yours is of quite a large scale."

The God of Creation Ilúvatar also had a gentle smile on his face:"After all, this is the first time that I have invited Your Excellency to come in person, so it naturally needs to be more grand."

Locke nodded. He was not very interested in this kind of game, but he could not let others down, right?

He walked a few steps to the only seat that could be parallel to Ilúvatar, and Locke sat down casually.

At this moment, the supreme divinity Ilúvatar and the pure humanity Locke formed two distinct but equal and opposing poles.

Suddenly, the Valar sitting in the first seat first stood up and saluted respectfully, and then said in a gentlemanly tone:"May I ask this respected His Majesty, Manwe, if I can ask a question?"

"Manwe?" Locke was not angry, but asked with interest:"Ilúvatar, is this the king of the gods under your command?"

The creator god Ilúvatar smiled gently and nodded:"What do you think, Lord Locke?"

Locke looked at Manwe:"Not bad, just ask whatever you want to ask."

Manwe, who had been ignored for a long time, did not show any anger, but remained respectful and pious. Now that he was granted a response, he showed some excitement on his face.

"May I ask Your Majesty, why do you maintain such pure humanity?"

"It is a doubt about human nature and divinity. It is nothing, it is just a choice. The ultimate of human nature is to always maintain human nature. No matter how powerful you are, you will have human joy, anger, sorrow, and pain. This may become a weakness, but these characteristics are what make us human."

"As for the ultimate divinity, that is to incarnate the world, become world consciousness, a kind of existence like the will of the universe, high above, indifferent and ruthless, looking down on all living things with an equal vision. This path is purer and more ruthless. Apart from that, there is actually no difference."

Manwe, the lord of the gods, was silent. He didn't care much about human nature before. After all, he was the king of the Valar, the lord of the gods, the strongest under the crown of the creator god Ilúvatar. He should be a god and destined to be a god.

But, if you become the ultimate god without humanity, indifferent to everything, and no longer care about anything, then what is the point?

Ilúvatar also seemed to understand:"In that case, it seems that the path of humanity is more appropriate."

"That's not the case. You don't have to choose one of the two. Humanity and divinity are intertwined. This is actually the commonality of most powerful beings in my world. However, the most powerful being in my world is the ultimate divinity."

OAA, a guy whose appearance is unknown and whose face is not revealed, who would believe that this guy has humanity?

The gods present understood in their hearts at this moment that divinity is purer and easier to reach the extreme, while humanity is more colorful. However, if you don't care about these, the intertwining of the two is more universal.

"Wonderful speech." The creator god Ilúvatar praised.

Locke looked at the creator god Ilúvatar:"Ilúvatar, why did you ask me to come here?"

The creator god Ilúvatar looked at Locke, and a trace of solemnity rarely appeared in his eyes:"Sir Locke, not long ago, based on the advanced mysterious knowledge I got from you, I vaguely gained something. I felt a vast and infinite power, which seemed to come from the depths of the vast and distant universe."Locke looked at the creator god Ilúvatar in astonishment:"You can actually feel the power of the universe?"

"Cosmic power, is this the truth of that vast energy?"

Locke nodded:"Cosmic energy, the most vast and profound energy in the universe, a father-level existence, if you want to achieve a higher level of single existence, you need to draw on the cosmic energy and use it to condense a body of law." The eyes of the creator god Ilúvatar lit up instantly, not only that, but the gods who were about to die also pricked up their ears and listened carefully to this truly advanced mysterious knowledge.

"Being able to sense cosmic energy, Ilúvatar, proves that you have met the minimum standard for impacting a single entity, but if you rush in now, there is a 99% chance that you will die on the spot."

The God of Creation Ilúvatar did not question it, but instead breathed a sigh of relief:"No wonder, I have always felt a sense of fatal crisis, it seems that it is not my illusion."

Locke said lightly:"When the law comprehension reaches 60%, you can draw cosmic energy and try to impact a single entity, but the consequence of doing so is that the best outcome is that you will only have a brain left, and those with less luck may even have their souls annihilated."

"The gods I told you about before, that kind of terrifying race that is born as a single entity, they will draw the energy of the universe at the beginning of their birth. Even this kind of naturally extraordinary race has died in this step."

The face of the God of Creation Ilúvatar condensed:"Sir Locke, what is the success rate of attacking a single entity?"

"How big is it?" This question stumped Locke, because as far as he knew, in the Marvel world, it seemed that no single individual really rushed up step by step. Either they were a special race like the Celestials, or they relied on the power of the dimension to become the Lord of the Dimension at the single level.

Perhaps ancient gods like Sithoen and Trinity Vishanti might have rushed up step by step, but those were too long ago, and no one knew the specific situation.

"Ilúvatar, I cannot answer this question for you. I can only tell you that one of my father-in-laws now controls eight laws at the same time, and there are several laws that have reached 50%. He even condensed the eight laws into one to form a special power of Odin, but he did not dare to attack a single unit, even when his life was nearing the end."

Silence, a long silence, the atmosphere in the whole hall was inexplicably depressing.

This answer not only shocked Ilúvatar, who was ambitious and ready to attack a single unit, but also shocked the gods present. Although they may not be able to reach the level of being able to attack a single unit in their lifetime, it is one thing to not be able to reach it, but knowing that the road is doomed to death is another.

The God of Creation Ilúvatar suddenly raised his head and looked at Locke with burning eyes:"Sir Locke, there must be many single units in your world. How did they succeed?"

"Some are the races that were destined by heaven, born alone, some become the masters of the dimension with the help of the power of the dimension, and some are born extraordinary, and some even become alone at the age of four."

Born alone, alone at the age of four, these two sentences made all the gods present lose their expression, that was the realm that the mother goddess Ilúvatar risked her life to achieve, with a very small chance of success, but in the end some beings were born that way, and some could reach it at the age of four, really gods are more impressive than gods of death.

"Ilúvatar, as a warning from a friend, the Lord of Dimensions should be a���Wrong path, but I don’t know whether there is such a large dimension in your universe that can become a single demon god."

The God of Creation Ilúvatar shook his head. Who can say for sure about such a matter of luck?

Suddenly, a Veli below stood up, saluted respectfully, and then said:"Your Majesty, can I ask a question?"

Locke glanced over and said:"Go ahead."

The Veli was immediately delighted, and then asked carefully:"Excuse me, Your Majesty, what path are you going to choose."

As soon as these words came out, Ilúvatar's eyes lit up like never before.

"Me?" Locke smiled inexplicably:"My path, you can't choose it."

As he spoke, he tapped his finger lightly, and a strange force wrapped around his fingertips.

"I am cultivating the supreme power. Once this power is developed to its full potential, it is enough to tear apart ordinary single objects. The influence of cosmic energy on me will not be too great."

"The most important thing is, I have more than one kind of this power."

Burning, extremely burning, the whole hall seemed to be eager at this moment.

Especially Ilúvatar, staring at the scarlet power at Locke's fingertips without blinking.

Locke said with interest:"Ilúvatar, do you also want this power?"

The creator god Ilúvatar suddenly came to his senses:"This is your power, of course I……"

"No, no, no~" Locke waved a finger:"I don't mind you wanting this power, and it's even okay to give you this power, but you need to bear the price of accepting this power~" The expression of the

God of Creation Ilúvatar condensed. He felt vaguely that this price might be more terrible than simply impacting a single unit, otherwise the other party would not have said so.

"Behind this power is a multiplicity, an existence that is superior to the single entity. It feeds on this power. When you began to gain this power, you automatically put yourself on the other party's menu. Now, do you, or you all, still desire it?"

"Hiss~" Even strong people like Vera and Vili could not help but make inhalation sounds one after another at this moment.