Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 861 Breaking out of the cocoon

When the string named "Tiera" began to vibrate, the world seemed to enter a huge process of division, just like an embryonic cell dividing and growing, one into two, two into four, and growing exponentially.

Every parallel world, just like the cell after the division of this embryonic cell, has a different ending due to the different choices made by the Tiera and wizards with the potential to become gods in the universe.

If we compare the first world, the most original Tierra Universe, to an embryonic cell, then the countless parallel universes that are subsequently generated by the vibration of the world line are the embryonic cells that continuously produce new cells and tissues during the division process.

Because of different choices, each parallel universe gradually develops into an independent existence, and the differences between them become increasingly greater, developing their own unique destiny.

As the splitting continues, these parallel universes gradually show diversity and uniqueness in the subsequent development and evolution process.

Like a cell, or like an embryo -

Starting from an initial universe, some universes began to split towards the outermost edge, gradually forming a brilliant, translucent circular membrane, like a huge egg or a seed.

A pair of conceptualized hands suddenly appeared. They were like a whirlpool in the abyss, full of endless distortions and changes. They seemed to be the source of darkness and chaos, surging with incomprehensible power.

The fingers are looming, like illusory shadows, wandering in the darkness, leading people to get lost in the endless fog. These hands exude infinite weirdness and mystery, as if they are the embodiment of the birth and destruction of all things.

Such a pair of hands that cannot be described in words gently lifted up the circular membrane formed after the split of the Tiera universe, and then placed it on a throne that was as deep and boundless as a dark ocean.

It is a throne that cannot be described in words. Everyone who sees it will know that it is a throne the moment they see it, because it is a conceptual throne, but the throne itself seems to be a huge nothingness, a deep ocean that cannot be understood by humans, or a boundless starry sky.

The patterns and symbols on it seem like a dream, changing with the passage of time.

Countless tentacles extended from the circular membrane in all directions, reaching towards the throne.

At that moment, something seemed to have changed in this infinite universe.

Under the light of the throne, everything seemed even more mysterious and bizarre.

This is an existence beyond human understanding. It distorts reality and leads the entire universe towards an unknown abyss.

The embryo within the dome began to develop, drawing power from the throne.

These universes are intertwined and influence each other, together forming a complete and harmonious system.

They continue to divide and evolve, spreading the seeds of life into this magical realm.

Within the circular membrane, some universes became bones, which formed hard and solid structures within the circular membrane, providing support and protection for future individuals; some universes split into muscles, which formed flexible and powerful tissues within the circular membrane, providing power for the movement and activities of life; some universes split into brains, which formed complex and sophisticated networks within the circular membrane, laying the foundation for the birth of thinking and consciousness; some universes split into internal organs, which formed various fully functional organs within the circular membrane, providing guarantee for the maintenance and development of life.

Gradually, the sound of heartbeat and breathing came from the membrane.

“Boom—boom—boom—boom—” The sound of the heartbeat was like a war drum. This sound transcended time and space, crossed the border of darkness, surpassed the barriers of countless universes, and surpassed everything—

Came to the place where the nucleus of chaos was sleeping forever.

The mindless and shapeless dancers that had danced around that terrible god for countless eons stopped their movements, and the settled notes of the monotonous bass of the abominable flute held in nameless claws gradually died down -

Then he started dancing again immediately.

The amorphous dancers began to dance to the beat of the war drum, and the notes of the hateful flute that had gradually subsided began to sound again, accompanying the heartbeat of the war drum, forming a new, maddening accompaniment.

As the heartbeat like a war drum gradually became stronger, the pair of chaotic hands gradually disappeared. Finally, only a round membrane remained on the throne.

The dome is gradually growing and becoming stronger, and you can clearly see the fetal movement of the life inside.

I don’t know how long has passed——

Or to be more precise, time seems to have lost its meaning. What passes by is both eternity and a moment. Time seems to transcend the concept of linearity and become vague and elusive.

In this realm, the past, present, and future are intertwined to form a timeless existence.

The passage of time is no longer divided into discrete moments, but extends forever like an endless river.

In this continuous time and space, the life inside the circular membrane began to stir, and the circular membrane was stretched open, like a blooming flower in the universe. A small arm stretched out from the membrane, and the subtle movement carried the power of life, followed by a delicate head, which gently pushed open the membrane, showing a trace of gradually brighter light.

As the head appeared, the membrane was separated, as if to allow the new life to breathe freely. The round membrane automatically began to slide to both sides, and then wrapped around the baby again, turning into a golden red robe that fit the baby's body perfectly.

This robe seems to be a gift from the universe, soft yet tough, and as warm as a mother's embrace.

As the membrane slid off, the baby's body gradually emerged. The pink skin was faintly flushed in the light, the little hands gently grasped the air, and the eyes blinked slightly.

The next moment, a floating, iron-black forbidden crown appeared above the baby's head, a ring appeared on the baby's finger, and two hands suddenly stretched out from the baby's armpits -

The first hand reached out, holding a star-lit book tightly in its hand. The pages of the book shone with endless wisdom and knowledge, as if the truth of the universe was condensed in the pages of starlight. The book exuded a mysterious light, like shooting stars across the sky.

The second hand stretched out, holding a human-headed staff. On the top of the staff was a ferocious head that looked like both a human and a snake. This human-headed staff seemed to be a symbol of the laws of the universe.

  The baby cried "Wow!"

As the baby's cry sounded, those amorphous black creatures emerged from the sea of ​​ether. They were the nameless young of the Outer Gods. They grinned and waved their slimy claws and tentacles in the air.

Each of those nameless Outer God cubs seemed like a completely blind and stupid universe, but when they fell beside the baby, they seemed as small as dust -

That is not the smallness in space, because space has completely lost its meaning here, that is the smallness in concept or dimension.

The baby opened his mouth, and the outer gods' cubs swarmed into the baby's mouth, just like a whale preying on krill. The baby sucked the terrifying number of outer gods' cubs into his stomach, and they disappeared one after another in his deep mouth.

Until the last Outer God cub was swallowed by the baby, the baby stretched out his body, like a seedling sprouting in spring.

The baby began to grow rapidly, and the scarlet robe on his body, the staff and book in his hands, and the iron-black crown on his head all grew larger.

Soon, the baby's appearance passed through his childhood like a meteor, came to his adolescence, and finally arrived at his youth——

That's Tierra.

Tiera sits on the throne, his consciousness radiates to millions of universes, and he is the spirit of all living creatures.

Beyond time and space, Tiera's dominance looms over Sharnos.

In his vast ebony palace, he was served by minions, clansmen, and pustules.

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