Lex materialized inside the tower; the vast space around him mirrored the void outside the tower.
He lifted his hand, and a flow of dark, swirling energy cascaded from his fingertips, quickly filling the space like ink exposed to water.
The energy, black and chaotic throbbed with raw power, its diffusion speed overwhelmingly fast.
With precise, fluid gestures, Lex segmented the energy, materializing it into different layers that materialized as vast, endless expanses of land.
Each layer, a dark endless plane, stacked upward into a massive pyramidal structure within the tower.
At the base of the tower, Lex combined an Origin Pipeline and transformed the Origin Energy from it into Demonic Energy. He then infused this demonic energy into the bottom layer.
The demonic energy was both corrosive and as powerful as immortal energy. This energy was not only potent but also invasive, seeping into every crevice of the tower.
As it spread, it transformed each layer, from the lowest to the highest, twisting and warping everything it touched under its influence.
In the midst of this fierce energy, a weak consciousness began to awaken at the base, it was a miracle that a weak consciousness could emerge from the chaotic surroundings but not impossible.
Lex observed the consciousness, he was intrigued by the potential of life forming under such extreme conditions.
After observing it for a minute he chose to let this nascent consciousness evolve on its own, he didn't help it not that he couldn't but he chose not to.
Lex observed the towering structure he had created, he saw that each layer bore its own mark of design. Many of the layers were barren expanses, desolate and silent.
Amid these layers were vast expanses of striking colors. Some layers were filled with deep, foreboding reds, while others held dark swamps of black. A few layers contained thick, almost sentient fluids that seemed to move as if they had a will of their own.
Each layer portrayed a distinctive topography. The thirtieth layer was an expanse of endless tundra, punctuated by snow-covered mountains that appeared to reach for the heavens.
Below, at the twentieth layer, forests of grotesque trees sprawled—each tree twisted into unnatural shapes as if sculpted by a mad sculptor.
The layers Distinct and varied formed a complex ecosystem, each stratum serving a specific purpose. At the very summit of this colossal tower, Lex crafted a unique layer, a vast ocean that spanned half the entire layer of the land.
In this aquatic realm, Lex decided it would be the place where the eggs, from which demons would eventually hatch, would nestle.
The future of these demons was tied to the deepest layer they could reach after their birth; the strongest among them would dwell in the lowest, most formidable depths, closer to the tower's dark heart.
Having established the hierarchy and geography of his creation, Lex instilled the realm with a series of laws.
Once set, these laws would govern the realm autonomously, and they would sustain the order he had created.
Satisfied, Lex's form flickered and vanished, reappearing in the thirty-third layer of deep space. This region of the void resembled the first layer so closely that one might easily be deceived into thinking they had never left the first layer.
Lex had chosen this spot for the extraordinary task of creating the Divine Realm, destined to be the second most powerful domain in the universe.
This realm would harness forty percent of the total Origin Energy, a testament to its importance and might.
Lex planned access to the Divine Realm to be a near-impossible feat. Only those born within its walls or those possessing unmatched strength and determination would be able to traverse its boundaries.
With this, Lex aimed to ensure that only the most worthy could claim a position in this exalted realm.
With a wave of his hand, Lex began the creation, energy from all around converged swiftly at a single point, condensing into a tiny, glowing substance within the void.
Lex, with an air of authority, commanded, "shrink." At his word, the substance began to contract rapidly, shrinking down to the size of an atom, further down to a quark, and finally to an infinitesimal singularity.
In the following moments, an intense silence filled the void. Then, abruptly, the singularity exploded, inflating rapidly like an enormous balloon. The explosion sent shockwaves echoing throughout the universe, a deafening sound that marked the birth of something tremendous.
As the realm expanded at a fast rate, Lex infused it with laws, shaping the chaos into order.
During this cataclysmic expansion, matter began to coalesce and form land. This landmass grew at an astonishing rate, expanding a light-year with every passing second.
To any observer, the formation of this new land was a visible spectacle; its rapid growth and occupation of space could be seen unfolding in real time, a testament to the immense power that Lex holds.
Somewhere else in the universe, the primordials were startled by the deafening sound that echoed throughout the universe, Timorath, a primordial accustomed to the quieter side of the universe, turned to his companion, Vastoth, whose knowledge of the spatial laws was unparalleled among their kind.
"Vastoth," Timorath's voice carried a mixture of awe and concern, "what do you make of this explosive cosmic noise?"
Vastoth, eyes were closed in deep concentration, he replied slowly, his mind racing through possibilities. "I am not certain, but my hypothesis suggests it originated from the deeper layers of the space, regions beyond my reach. My mastery allows me to traverse only up to the seventh layer."
Timorath's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard this. "The universe holds depths beyond the seventh layer?" he murmured, a hint of trepidation in his tone.
He could maneuver through space up to the third layer by his limited understanding of the laws of space and time, but the idea of more was both thrilling and daunting.
Timorath Unconvinced by Vastoth's speculative answer and driven by a blend of curiosity and urgency conjured a domain around himself, he manipulated the fabric of time and rewound time to recapture the source of the cosmic noise.
Timorath strained his mind, trying to rewind time, but his efforts were in vain. The sound he sought remained elusive, slipping away with each attempt. Frustrated and feeling utterly powerless, he took a moment to calm himself. Once he had collected his thoughts, he relayed his findings to Vastoth.
With a heavy sigh, Vastoth shared his conviction. "Do not exhaust yourself further, Timorath. Such phenomena can only be the workings of 'the supreme will.'"
Hearing this, Timorath felt a mix of relief and embarrassment. "I thought… perhaps it was a treasure," he admitted sheepishly.
Vastoth gave him a skeptical look, his lips twitching in amusement. "A treasure, indeed," he chuckled. "We all cling to our secrets and desires, don't we?"
Meanwhile, Kismetor, another primordial being who had been leisurely devouring a star, also perceived the unsettling sound.
It disrupted his meal, yet instead of irritation, a spark of excitement flickered within him. "At last," he thought, a grin spreading across his features, "These boring years are about to end."
Meanwhile, Lex was now watching intently as the new land expanded endlessly in all directions. Once the expansion completely stopped he enveloped his consciousness to grasp the true magnitude of this realm.
What he perceived was astonishingly large; the new realm felt like a small universe. Lex calculated its total distance to be exactly one gigaparsec or about 3.26 billion light years.
In comparison to the vastness of this realm, all other realms felt like mere pebbles scattered across a desert.
With a mere thought, Lex teleported to the center of this vast realm, positioning himself at the heart of what could only be described as his grandest creation so far.
Lex manipulated the ground to rise, and mighty mountains heaved upward, their summits piercing the heavens. Below, oceans unfurled from the ground, filling the land with waters that reflected the newly formed skies like mirrors of the divine.
Golden clouds scattered across the sky. Every breath taken within this realm was imbued with purity; the air vibrated with a rich and soothing energy that calmed the soul and mind.
The landscapes were breathtaking and the laws were easily felt in some divine areas.
At the active volcanos, the fire laws were manifesting in the form of firebirds made purely of law energy.