At first, Daniel had thought the first Millennial Apocalypse was nothing more than a chaotic scuffle among weaklings—a time of primitive skirmishes where no real power had yet emerged. But reality proved otherwise.
This was not a primitive era of fumbling battles, but a full-scale war of the gods.
Gods he had never encountered before, whose names were not even recorded in the modern era, appeared one after another on this very continent. Though they were only at the Demigod Rank during that era, their power was still overwhelmingly formidable and beyond doubt.
"Could it be," Daniel pondered, his expression serious, "that the reason humanity back then had no knowledge of these divine conflicts was simply because they lacked the qualifications to witness such battles?"
That explanation seemed the most plausible. If the ancient humans were not powerful enough to perceive the war of gods happening right above their heads, that would certainly explain the absence of historical records.
But now, those same gnomes that had once existed peacefully had already fallen under the corruption of the Blood Moon. Their future was destined—to become the twisted Artists who would wreak havoc upon all the myriad races.
Well, so be it. If one believed in determinism, then his presence here wouldn’t change anything. The future would still unfold as it was fated. With that in mind, Daniel turned his attention to the task at hand.
No longer hesitating, he immediately took action. Drawing upon the dagger bestowed by the God of Thieves, he created a clone of himself—an exact duplicate, capable of executing tasks in parallel.
After all, as Dark Star Jarvan had explained moments ago, nothing Daniel did here would influence the future timeline. That meant, in effect, he had complete freedom to act however he wished.
With no constraints, Daniel had no reason to hold back. He would proceed according to his own rhythm—decisive and relentless.
His clone, formed in an instant, reappeared before none other than the First Human Emperor—Arthur.
At that very moment, Arthur was using the human communication network to broadcast a global announcement. It was an address celebrating humanity’s miraculous survival.
Just moments earlier, a mysterious entity had intervened and saved their entire species from utter annihilation. No one could comprehend who had done it, or why—but that didn’t stop the survivors from rejoicing. A race that had stood on the brink of extinction had been granted a second chance.
And it wasn’t just humanity who had benefited from this divine protection. Numerous other races—the elves, the blood clan, the gnome race—had also been shielded by the power of the soul and had managed to survive.
So, when Arthur saw Daniel reappear before him, he was overwhelmed with emotion. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees in reverence.
Though he was the sovereign of humanity, a man of immense prestige and noble standing, he knew full well the enormity of what this mysterious figure had accomplished.
This was a benefactor who had saved their entire species.
Such a debt could not be measured, nor repaid. The only thing Arthur could do was kneel in heartfelt gratitude.
Daniel gently lifted him back to his feet and spoke with calm authority.
"No need for such ceremony. It was merely a small effort on my part. But now, I need to ask you something—something important."
"Please, ask whatever you will. I shall answer truthfully and completely."
"I wish to know," Daniel said, his tone grave, "whether you’ve ever heard of something called Revelation. If you know of it, I need you to tell me where it is."
Even 4,000 years in the past, Daniel couldn’t afford to waste time blindly searching. He had only two and a half hours here, after all. That meant the most efficient way forward was to ask someone with reliable knowledge—and who better than the Human Emperor?
"Revelation... Let me think," Arthur replied, rubbing his chin in contemplation. "Perhaps we might find clues from the Pope. He oversees the ancient scriptures and holy records passed down from the gods."
Turning behind him, Arthur shouted, "Pippin! Come here at once!"
In the next moment, a figure adorned in papal robes appeared before Daniel.
Daniel couldn’t help but note how frail this era’s awakeners were. Even their flight speed was sluggish, like snails crawling through the sky.
Arthur quickly stepped forward to make introductions. "This is the man who saved humanity. If not for his intervention, we would have been wiped out."
To this day, Arthur had no idea where Daniel came from. And truthfully, he had no desire to uncover Daniel’s secrets. This was a being of immense, perhaps divine, power—far beyond his comprehension.
In Arthur’s heart, he had already come to a conclusion: the figure before him was, in all likelihood, directly connected to the gods themselves. Nothing else could explain such overwhelming strength.
Meanwhile, upon hearing Daniel’s inquiry about Revelation, Pippin fell into deep thought.
"Yes," he said finally, "Revelation is indeed mentioned in the divine canon left behind by the gods. In fact, we too had hoped to locate it and use it to request aid from the Goddess of Gold & Silver—Aurelia."
"Based on clues in the scripture, we managed to locate a ruin where Revelation might lie."
"However," he added regretfully, "the guardian of that ruin was too powerful for us to overcome. We couldn’t even breach the entrance. And so the plan was eventually abandoned."
Hearing this, Daniel began forming a plan in his mind.
"Give me the coordinates of that ruin," he said.
...
Moments later, Daniel used Flashback to teleport to a spot near the ruin. As soon as he arrived, a familiar sensation washed over him.
This place—he knew it well. It was the future site of the Abyss.
But right now, it had yet to transform. It was still just part of the human northern frontier, a land that Daniel would one day rule.
To the west, beyond the borders of the northern territories, stretched another vast continent. According to ancient legends, that continent was known as Oden Continent.
Currently, Oden Continent and the Myriad Races Continent were still part of a single landmass, connected by a long, narrow corridor.
...
Daniel scoured the area for any trace of Revelation. But after an exhaustive search, he came up empty-handed.
Could it be... that Revelation wasn’t located on this plane at all?
A strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.
Raising his head, Daniel activated the newly acquired Starfall Mark, placing a celestial mark on the sun—Apollo.
If the Abyss hadn’t yet formed, perhaps the only place capable of holding such a divine artifact... was the Primordial Plane—the birthplace of the stellars.
"Could Revelation be hidden within the Primordial Plane?" he wondered aloud.
With nothing to lose, Daniel decided to try. Channeling the power of Starfall Mark, he bent space and traveled instantly across planes.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived in a completely desolate place.
Beneath his feet was a colossal sphere—the Primordial Plane itself. The origin of all stars.
Strangely, this was Daniel’s first time setting foot here. And it was nothing like he had imagined.
The energy here was incredibly pure and segregated. Light remained as light. Darkness stayed as darkness. All the elemental forces existed independently, each occupying their own clearly defined domains.
Up above, countless stellar bodies were being forged. One by one, they spun slowly in space, forming and rotating as they were born.
Even with Daniel’s current strength, he could only perceive the happenings on three nearby stellar bodies.
Each of these stars was, without exception, above level 300.
Further in the distance, even larger stellar entities drifted by, dense and immeasurable. Stars upon stars, countless in number—like an ocean of celestial lights stretching beyond the horizon.
Amid this sea of stars, Daniel’s sharp senses detected several unique entities.
[Sun: Apollo]
[Moon of Blood]
[Black Moon]
[Dark Moon]...
He had to admit—the Primordial Plane was far more powerful and expansive than he had anticipated.
Yet, to his surprise, Flashback still worked in this place!
Which could only mean one thing—
The Primordial Plane... was indeed connected to the Origin Lands.