Harry Potter: BE a GOD

Perhaps because Murphy had absorbed Cernunnos's divine power, during the process of time reversal, he saw the long life of this deity.

He saw Cernunnos gathering his body in the forests and mountains, abandoning his original divine name, and gathering faith as the god presiding over forests and fauna and flora, taking root in the British Isles.

Then he traced back to hundreds of years ago, witnessing several angels descending from the heavens on the island of Paxi, besieging and slaughtering Pan, flaying and dismembering him, using his divine body to craft various magical artifacts placed in churches for worship, and even his divine power was seized by an angel, becoming the latter's nourishment.

As time further rewound, Murphy discovered that Pan was not originally a deity from Greece but came from the more ancient Egypt, where he was known as Khnum. However, later, he was murdered by Amun of Thebes, who plundered his divinity and priesthood, with the divine name Khnum being usurped by Amun.

Indeed, his origins were extremely ancient, so much so that after rewinding hundreds of years, the timeline belonging to him had only regressed a short distance.

There was still power left for the time reversal, but the time converter gave out first.

Like the first time he undertook a lengthy time reversal, this time converter also began to melt amidst its rapid operation. This time, however, Murphy had experience. He grasped the melting time converter, allowing the golden-like solution to seep into his palm. The sensation of touching the essence of time emerged again, clearer than before.

He seemed to see a line piercing through time and space, with countless materials converging and dissipating. Only the most core information remained unchanged, and at this moment, the magical power acted like a hook, searching for that core information, tracing back along the thread of time and space.

However, such reversal was too slow; the burning of magical power wouldn't support a return to the end of the timeline.

Murphy closed his eyes, recalling the string of time he had felt during past time reversals. It was different from the timeline of Cernunnos he currently observed, not composed of a single entity's timeline but more like the main axis of the world's time.

It wasn't subjective to the observer's gaze but a completely objective, information entity constituted by predetermined realities.

Murphy's will, following the reversing flow of time, gradually touched that string of time again. Mysteriously, he felt a fit, as if this string of time was waiting for his touch.

Without pondering the origin of this affinity, Murphy extended his right hand, and in the boundless expanse of time, gently plucked the string once more.

Like a pellet shot from a rubber band, Murphy suddenly felt a strong fluctuation. In the blink of an eye, thousands of years of time were leaped over. He took a deep breath, as if breaking the water surface, and when he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in the present world.

In the distance were monolithic stone slabs, and numerous slaves, wearing only a piece of cloth around their waists, were transporting huge stone blocks using logs, ropes, and levers.

They brought those stones from distant mountains, cut them into flat slabs, polished them into smooth steles, and after carving, erected them in the valley before Murphy.

Several shamans, with disheveled hair, holding leather drums and bone staves, sat around these steles, lighting several bonfires, dancing and gesticulating as if possessed.

Murphy immediately recognized that these shamans were actually wizards, displaying various shades of magic, while the slaves being driven were all Muggles.

Arriving at the valley, he was astounded to find that the steles were also radiating a magical glow.

Not only that, unlike the stable and unchanging magical fluctuations on ordinary magical artifacts, the magic within these steles was very similar to that of the wizards, dynamically circulating and, like breathing and heartbeat, following a certain pattern.

These steles were alive.

Or rather, under the influence of magic, they were nurturing some kind of living being.

Murphy approached the shamans, his exotic and elegant attire and refined and handsome face immediately drawing everyone's attention. The shamans stopped their dance, looking at him with a mix of fear and curiosity.

An elder with only a few sparse white hairs suddenly opened his cloudy eyes wide, looking at Murphy, "𓂀𓅓𓏤𓊪?"

His language was too ancient; Murphy couldn't understand it, but he had magic.

He lifted his right hand, materializing a seed of the mind, and tuned it to automatically transmit mental imagery. He threw the shimmering blue seed out, making it float in front of the elder.

"𓆃𓆄𓆅?" The elder, puzzled by Murphy's intent, dared not touch the seed.

Murphy, impatient, commanded with an Imperius tone, "Accept it!"

The sound, like thunder, exploded next to the shamans' ears. Although the elder shaman couldn't understand Murphy's language, he was still driven by the magic in that voice, involuntarily stepping forward and touching the seed.

In an instant, he felt connected to another will as vast as the universe and as intense as the sun and thunder.

He involuntarily knelt down, murmuring pleas.

But this time, Murphy understood his words.

"Ancestor spirits, great beings, what do you request?"

"What are you doing here?" Murphy asked.

"We are offering sacrifices, praying to the ancestors and guardian spirits for their protection and aid," the elder shaman respectfully said, "Great being, which tribe's guardian spirit are you?"

"Why do you think I am an ancestor spirit?" Murphy asked.

"Your magical power is immense, your spirit vast as the sea and sky. I have only felt such a sensation in communication with ancestor spirits, but you are more powerful than all the guardian spirits. The tribe you protect must be incredibly strong."

"What is the relationship between ancestor spirits and the tribe?"

"After the tribe's elders and warriors die, they become the tribe's guardian spirits, who grant strength to the tribe's warriors, bestow magic on the shamans, increase the harvest, keep epidemics at bay, and lead the tribe to victory in battle. The tribe, in turn, worships the ancestors, sharing the fruits of victory with them."

"Are these steles the ancestor spirits?"

"Yes," the elder shaman said, "Spirits find it difficult to manifest in this world. We have never seen a spirit with such immense magical power as yours. So we carve images for the spirits, and these steles are their temporary bodies."

Murphy approached the steles, and upon closer inspection, he found that indeed, they all bore crude images, not of people, but of various animals such as deer, bears, eagles, cattle, and sheep.

This was akin to a stone circle like Göbekli Tepe.

Although they were just images carved on stones, upon closer examination, the animals seemed as if they were leaping, filled with vigorous vitality, and the magic contained within even far surpassed that of the shamans.

"Faith," Murphy suddenly said.

So it was, this was the earliest faith, the earliest deities

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Thinking this, he suddenly raised his hand, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, winds howled, followed by bucket-thick lightning striking the steles. For a moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and stone chips flew everywhere.

If these were the earliest gods, what would happen if they were destroyed before they were even born?

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