Him and their stars.

Chapter 2151 On the Other Side of the Turbulent Currents Lies the Battlefield

However, just as the second round of attack and defense was about to begin, and everyone's attention was drawn to this earth-shattering collision, the spatial rift, emanating an ominous purple and green aura, opened once again.

Shirley poked half her head out of the crack, carefully observed it, and then threw a bloody sphere onto the ground. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the head of Emperor Elither.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, staring in astonishment at the head rolling on the ground, then at the emperor's spirit body. The body, made of light, was indeed much dimmer than before, but after the direct spiritual energy clash and confrontation ended and the indoor environment returned to a certain calm, it also steadied itself again with unusual firmness.

He glanced casually at his own severed head, then looked at Shirley. He was clearly much more interested in the young girl than his own severed head: "Well done! Latis's daughter. My niece."

"I am the swarm!" Shirley declared proudly, pointing to the sky, before throwing three more identical insects at the emperor.

Needless to say, they were all smashed into pieces in mid-air by the same method.

This time, however, what spread out from the special insect fragments was a large amount of drifting spiritual mist, the rhythmic colors of which were almost indistinguishable from the emperor's spiritual body.

The emperor was enveloped in the mist, and for a moment he could no longer see clearly. He also seemed to be imprisoned and unable to make any other movements.

As for his head, it was still rolling on the ground when it was struck by a lingering psionic energy fluctuation in the room, instantly turning into minced meat.

At this point, even a monkey should realize that something is wrong.

The enhancement of a psychic is comprehensive. Since it is the physical body of a true god, even if it was severely injured by Master Lan, how could it be so fragile?

Shirley shouted, "I've been tricked! This is definitely not the Tyrant's body! I followed the guy's mental fluctuations and knocked open his culture dish, but I only found this! The source of his soul is still deeper, deep into another dimension."

"The Serpent's Realm?" Brunhilde asked. She had already taken it for granted that all the Empire's abnormal developments had some inexplicable connection to serpents.

"Who knows? Anyway, it's a rift in the warp. I saw floating islands beneath the gray fog, with a vast mechanical forest on them, and he was inside every single machine! There were at least millions of him there!"

"A bio-battery?" Amida's voice was filled with surprise. "And the Konan people too?"

"Isn't this outdated technology? That's really anti-civilizational." Fei Fei clicked her tongue, revealing an uncomfortable expression.

"Whether something is anti-civilizational depends not on the process, but on the result. The effects of a psychic's body are naturally different from those of an ordinary person's body." The Emperor's voice drifted out from behind the mist.

While the Konami people's biotechnology is renowned throughout the universe, it is far from capable of cloning psionicists. Most people believe that psionic power is cultivated, attained through enlightenment, born from the incarnation of celestial beings, or even nurtured through bloodline inheritance, but it is absolutely impossible to create it.

However, given the existence of the "Prototype Project," this claim is highly debatable.

Even disregarding the empire's plan, which has been in the works for over five hundred years, just considering the snake, and specifically the snake-headed leader Flores Wanda who has been dead for many years, it seems to be cultivating spare limbs for himself—though these are all for replacing arms and legs, it is indeed chilling to think about.

"However, I am merely stating a technical fact." The emperor's voice was ethereal yet carried a cruel mockery: "My niece, the Overlord of the Swarm, is what you see truly the truth? Perhaps it is merely an illusion? Or perhaps you have simply witnessed a trap?"

Shirley was speechless, then grinned again, emitting a ferocious aura like that of a predatory hunter:
"That's fantastic! With such abundant biological resources, who will benefit the most? My children are breaking through the defenses of the spatial rift! I'd like to express my gratitude to the Galactic Empire for this bounty in advance!"

She then shouted loudly, "You've all been tricked too! Where's Yu Lian? Where did Yu Lian go?"

Clearly, Yu Lian had disappeared from the scene at some point.

Feifei was suddenly startled. Even she, who shared a perfect understanding with Yu Lian, hadn't sensed his disappearance at all.

Fortunately, she could sense that her lover was still alive, which allowed her to maintain a basic level of composure.

She glared at the nearest alchemical golem, as if she were sizing up a terrible teammate. "You said you were going to play support, and this is the support build you've got?"

"After the dome collapsed, we entered a subspace. A subspace controlled by His Majesty. We are approaching the Void Realm!" Brunhilde shouted. "Ha, Annie, aren't you the legendary Index of Psionic Prohibitions? Why didn't I receive a valid warning?"

"The closed space here is opening, and the barrier is strengthening into a passage. His Majesty the Emperor is modifying the underlying logic of the array here. If this continues, not only will we not be able to bring that guy back, but we ourselves will be sent away." Amita's voice came from behind one of the puppets: "Do you need me to change it back?"

"You mere wild fox, so full of nonsense." Fei Fei gritted her teeth.

"Then it's your turn to attract his attention. Good luck, MTs." Yani sighed, seemingly accepting her new nickname.

The emperor's spirit slowly emerged from behind the mist, its movements gradually becoming more agile. His body had now transformed from a pure spirit into a half-crystallized form, made of the same material as his crystal cluster weapon.

It's hard to say whether the current state is stronger or weaker. But what is certain is that a rather obvious crack has indeed appeared on the emperor's crystallized chest, from which invisible spiritual energy constantly escapes, only to be absorbed and merged back into the spiritual fire that makes up the rest of his body.

He seemed to have transformed into a cyclical whole of spiritual energy.

The scattered mist that had trapped him for a few seconds was absorbed by the spiritual fire, and his "body" suddenly began to expand.

"I didn't play games with you! I simply chose the most correct tactic! He is the biggest destabilizing factor. He must leave this battlefield first!"

Feifei suppressed her inner turmoil and said with a straight face, "I understand. Yu Lian said that Master Lan and Lady Mei are still alive. So, you sent him away, didn't you?"

The emperor remained silent.

"Then, what will be the price, Your Majesty?"

The emperor still did not answer.

Brunhilde said, "His vitality is waning, and the attack just now was effective. He has used all his main forces to exile Lian Qing, so he cannot carry out an effective defense."

The Emperor looked at Brunhilde, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and sorrow: "Thank you, Brin. You really have no intention of leaving your poor old grandfather anything!"

Brunhilde continued, "Maintaining this underlying psionic logic also requires physical strength!"

She looked at the emperor's body, her gaze lingering particularly on his crystalline chest: "Indeed, your body is weakening, but your spirit is strengthening. You are becoming something else."

At this moment, an undisguised sadness finally appeared in her eyes.

The emperor gazed at his direct descendants, a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile seemingly filled with countless emotions, a sense of relief and resolve: "So, Brin, while I'm still in this state, let me see your resolve! Noon has come! Without that greatest anomaly! How will you interpret the future?" He made no attempt to heal the wound in his chest.

The original nodes of psionic energy that had long since dissipated from their bodies had transformed into countless singularities radiating a dangerous, dark light, flickering in the red glow, and silently pounced on every person, insect, and puppet in the space.

They were like a group of venomous snakes lurking in the intersection of dimensions.

Now, they've started their sneak attacks!

……

"I never imagined that the emperor, the dignified Nine Rings, would resort to such unethical sneak attacks! This is far too undignified."

As Yu Lian drifted along in the spatial turbulence, he couldn't help but complain. Of course, he couldn't voice such complaints aloud. On one hand, it would make him appear particularly powerless and furious, and on the other hand, if he opened his mouth, he would most likely be torn to shreds by the surrounding raging dimensional turbulence.

Three minutes earlier, while the girls were besieging the emperor, Yu Lian was also mobilizing all his mind and strength to prepare to deliver a fierce blow to Emperor Elisher.

Since it's a boss battle, even if I can't be the main tank, I should at least be the most effective damage dealer.

The spirit burial ritual can certainly be used. Although this technique is typically designed to target the Void Realm, it is still a direct attack on spirits. After all, the Emperor has been manipulating Void Realm lords for so many years, it's hard to say that he hasn't been tainted by any unclean subspace aura.

Spiritual storms are certainly possible. Since receiving instruction from the celestial beings, I, the Great General, have long since reached the point where I can control my thoughts at will. A storm can transform into a natural disaster, or it can condense into a single point.

These days, if a psychic's skills can't directly strike the enemy's spirit, then they might as well stay at the apprentice's table.

However, just as he was searching for an opportunity, a strange spatial singularity suddenly appeared from a higher dimension. Before his spiritual senses could detect that barely perceptible dimensional tremor, his small space had already been drawn into an unfathomable dimension by its vibrations.

Yu Lian didn't even have time to cry out for help before he was exiled.

The last normal scene he saw was that the girls' first attack had failed, and Shirley had torn open another spatial rift and emerged. Of course, there was also the bio-battery forest in some subspace beyond that rift.

The last time I saw a similar scene was in my past life when I watched a movie that was pretentiously about virtual reality, about the relationship between humans and nature, about the relationship between humans and technology, but in the end it was just a propaganda film for a cult.

However, each of those bio-batteries contained a young Emperor Elithel, making the scene even more bizarre.

As for whether that scene was reality or some kind of illusion, Yu Lian himself couldn't be sure due to a lack of necessary evidence. The only thing he was certain of was that he had been banished to the subspace.

Okay, this is definitely not because I was careless and didn't dodge.

For the sake of the spirit of the universe, when a powerful figure with nine rings is really preparing to launch a sneak attack, who can really defend against it?

Now, he dared not leave even the slightest echo, and had to force himself to suppress all the turmoil in his heart, so that his mind was as still as water, and only then did all sounds cease.

Yes. Make water, my friend.

In reality, it wasn't even water, but rather that I transformed myself into part of the turbulent flow.

The Yu Lian in the present is not in an ordinary universe, nor is it in any dimension or dimension he is familiar with.

This is a bizarre and chaotic realm where the laws of nature have collapsed. There are no directions, no sense of spatial boundaries, and not even a real sense of the passage of time. There are only countless distorted and psychedelic visual images, spinning and drifting wildly, then colliding and overlapping, annihilating into more and more colorful reds, yellows, and blues, repeating the previous changes over and over again.

This is all that Yu Lian can see right now. Even so, he finds it difficult to determine whether this is information captured by his own vision or simply a figment of his imagination.

He can only trust his intuition now.

Thus, he could feel that the concepts of space and time were being torn apart at will, scattered like pearls from a broken string, sometimes stagnant as if everything was frozen, and sometimes boiling as if he were in the core of a star.

An immense tearing sensation assaulted him from all directions, affecting his soul and body. Yet, this was definitely not a physical force.

It was as if countless invisible giant hands had seized his soul, using power strong enough to tear stars apart, to completely disintegrate him, this "foreign object" that had invaded the dimension of reality, and to return him to the most basic particles.

The psionic shield on his body flickered violently the moment it came into contact with the chaotic current, emitting a piercing wail, and shattered in less than half a second.

An energy storm powerful enough to instantly vaporize the warship's armor acted directly on his body, turning his combat suit to ashes and causing countless fine cracks to appear on his skin. The blood that had just seeped out was immediately evaporated.

Intense pain surged through his nerves like a tidal wave. And the concepts that were directly rejected and denied by this chaotic realm attempted to destroy his spirit.

"Seriously, it hurts so much it makes you want to jump!" Yu Lian didn't know what his expression was like at this moment, but if expressions really existed in this strange space, it would definitely be a bold (fierce) and domineering (twisted) laugh.

"Speaking of which, when I was sprayed in the face by that ancient star dragon that lived for hundreds of millions in my past life, I didn't experience this kind of multi-dimensional, complex, and three-dimensional pain." Yu Lian knew that conventional defensive methods were meaningless here.

To counteract the tearing force of space itself, one needs absolute control over one's own form.

To counter the world's own denial, one needs absolute trust in one's own spirit and will.

His body began to blur, its outlines becoming indistinct, as if transforming into a translucent stream of light. The physical presence of his skin, muscles, bones, organs, and even cells was dissipating.

Forms composed of pure energy and information are forming a new existence based on pure belief.

This is the body of ether!
This is his profound understanding of life forms, gained from countless leaps and bounds on the edge of the virtual realm.

...Okay, this ability was actually acquired through the Void Realm Ascension Ring, but the subsequent understanding and mastery, as well as the self-cultivation and understanding of space, all depended on oneself, didn't they?
At this moment, he was getting further and further away from carbon-based life, and he was no longer even a life form that depended on matter.

But so what? Is life such an inconvenient thing?

This must be the miracle of life. As Yu Lian was marveling at this, he suddenly saw a ray of light.

In this bizarre and fantastical space, the only ray of light still moves steadily.

Behind the dazzling brilliance lies a grand battlefield!