The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2464 Boundary
"I think I suddenly understand why that woman was so eager to have that crippled fifth-stage sub-domain zombie as her servant." Old Wang stammered for a while before finally managing to say, "No wonder this Snow Dragon City always gives me this feeling of being both strong and weak. Look at this bunch of oddballs, tsk, it's hard to imagine that these people would have the courage and confidence to come to the outer reaches of the space between the Third World and the normal worldline as a messenger mission. Isn't this just a pure suicide mission?!"

Li Cang: "emmmm"

The words may be crude, but the principle is sound. Even they themselves have suffered in silence more than once in the third tier. Under the premise of banning most bloodline abilities, unless a player is extremely talented and thick-skinned, it is extremely difficult to withstand the exploitative ecological environment and abstract food chain here.

Old Wang glanced at the group of timid Xuelong City newbies following behind and said as he walked, "Hey Li, when the hell did you figure out this place was a third-tier entrance?"

"When playing A against Atharva Phobos."

"Tsk~" *2
Tai Xiaoyi and Li Leisi exchanged a glance, revealing a relieved expression that said, "I knew it."

Only Lao Wang exclaimed: "Holy crap?"

Li Cang sighed, looking like he was blaming his son for not being taught properly: "You should use that melon on your neck a little more often. Even if it rattles when you shake it, we can't throw the baby out with the bathwater. Those huge words on the Twin Divine Prologue are practically telling you outright that this thing is a parasite that grew up drinking foot bath water from the Third World. What, did you get foot bath water in your eyes too?"

Old Wang looked bewildered: "."

Did you say it?
Didn't they say so?
What happened the other day?
Is this son of a bitch trying to fool me with hindsight again?

You son of a bitch with a criminal record!
No matter how Old Wang tries to argue, at least the Mage believes that the little bastard has been doing his best to hint at and thoughtfully prepare them mentally in advance. Hmm, of course, if it weren't for the fact that someone is still carrying the unfounded nickname "Origin Hostility," this hint would very likely have become an explicit statement.

"but."

Li Cang kicked away a strange chimera, letting its messy organs and other jumbled pieces roll around on the rough ground like tumbleweeds.

If the Twin Gods are simply so-called worms and polluters born at the end of the world line who steal and desecrate the source power, these points alone do not seem enough to make the little coin brat disregard his dignity and use a full five sections of annotations.

To give a somewhat inappropriate analogy, Atharva Phobos is like a parasite that holds a secure job and lives in seclusion. He is far from the emperor's reach, like a tiger lying in a desolate hill. He is strong-willed, eliminates dissidents, and takes more than his share. However, he neither eats and defecates at the same time nor transfers assets. In fact, because of him, the surrounding area looks much cleaner.

Therefore, to some extent, within a certain threshold, the tolerance of smaller cryptocurrencies for them will naturally be a little higher. After all, it's better to keep the good stuff in the family. In fact, compared to their subordinates, the alienated life forms are more like the offspring of the smaller cryptocurrencies.

So, based on the above arguments, what exactly forced these small-coin minions, which are supposed to be neutral, rule-based entities, to violate principles and take such a desperate, almost desperate, action by directly pricing their tokens?
unless
Some traitors steal from their own family and move other people's boundary markers to their own.

Although there is no clear evidence, including the identification results, to suggest that the twin divinity has colluded with the insect, its external manifestation is suspicious. The insect's star core is inconsistent with both its twin body and its divine attributes. Even the behavior of the three intelligent races that serve and worship it within the insect's star core is extremely strange. Faith can be the most ethereal and absurd thing in the world, but sometimes it can also be the most pragmatic and even cruelly realistic thing. Would the three native races dare to kill the sacred sculpture that is a manifestation of the divinity they serve in order to fight for power and exclude others?
You should know that Atharva Phobos is not the kind of formalized belief that only exists on paper through wishful thinking. It is a tangible entity. What is the purpose of creating the insectoid star core and molding these three original races? Just so that these three little brats would dig up one form of its incense roots because of some infighting?

Ah.
Just because I didn't teach you to read doesn't mean you don't know how to write the word "death"?

How dare you!

But if we consider the spiders that destroyed the sculpture as an invasive species, then all of this might seem to have a tiny bit of rationality.
They failed, but not completely. At least they left a mark on the lives of the twin deities. Or perhaps this was the insects' original plan: to support a native deity as a vessel to bear the will of the multitude.

"But what?" Old Wang was getting impatient, scratching his head and cheeks: "You damn well better keep going!"

Li Cangyi shrugged: "Hmm? Nothing!"

Old Wang exploded: "Damn it!!"

As the saying goes, one generation digs the hole and another plants the tree. Perhaps it was the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of Li Cang and his group that infected the group of Snow Dragon City noobs who had no choice but to follow behind. With the magician leading the way with his kicks and tumbles, six of them were killed by the claws of the alien life form that the magician had kicked and tumbled through in just over ten minutes.

In the third timeline, where innate abilities are suppressed and the perception system of prayer, sacrifice, and other rituals is forbidden (except for daily replenishment by servants of fate and fel transformation), almost everything is prohibited. These gory, fleshy, protruding organs, dangling tentacles, and rolling eyeballs are the most common plants and animals. Countless jagged mouthparts and chaotic, lifeless eyes are irregularly nested on the surface of the tumor. From the crown and roots, countless finer and longer tentacles spread across the ground instantly and can launch attacks at any time. They are hidden and extremely lethal.

Furthermore, two of those six unfortunate souls did not even die from the lethal attacks of the so-called alien life form chimera, but from infection, corpse transformation, and bloodline collapse. In this area, the resistance of the subordinates seemed to be suppressed to an appallingly low level, and bloodline infection and being infected were so easy.

"I vaguely remember this thing being in beast form, right? How did it manage to become corrupted into a corpse form?" Old Wang squatted down to examine the corpses amidst the expectant gazes of the group, but what awaited them was Old Wang's cold, icy words that would inevitably disappoint and even drive them to despair: "Damn it! What a bunch of bastards!"

The mage grinned as he looked at the corpses. He was a twisted person who extremely disliked social niceties. Seeing that these weaklings had probably died because of his carelessness, he felt that he had at least a reason to give the dead some dignity.

Reaching out, he tore open a nearly shattered magic bag, from which poured out a group of Mountain Lords in a bob-like posture, a row of three dogs, and a row of lackeys to serve as food for the former two. With a wave of his hand, several Mountain Lords, who never picky eaters, swarmed forward. The solemn funeral for the Snow Dragon City messenger and those alien beings that Li Cang was too lazy to clean up and had nowhere to put came to an end amidst the sounds of chewing.

In this place, among all the lackeys, only the third and fourth dogs could probably endure the pure exploitation and exponentially increased physical exertion. The problem is that the fourth dog's crazy nature, which makes it difficult for them to obediently squat in the magic bag and pretend to be dead, is really hard to accept. Whether it's a magic bag or a Pokémon ball, they are all defective products and very fragile. In fact, carrying a high-level creature is already a challenge for them.

A group of newbies from Snow Dragon City were astonished: "You...you...you...even in a place like this, you can still summon your Fate Servant normally?"

Li Cang's lips twitched, and he was speechless.

This time, they didn't have any Skypiea following behind to provide supplies. The only things they brought were the Poké Balls in their Magic Bag and the little bit of stuff in their Magic Wand's storage space. Given the abnormally fast evolution rate of the third line, their situation this time might be even worse than last time.

Even the sorcerer hadn't expected the magic bag and Poké Balls to be on the verge of collapse so quickly. Even being placed inside the fully welded, completely isolated equipment belt made of mutated alloy was to no avail. He had been hoping this would protect them from the third line of defense and save some stamina for his lackeys who were serving as both dry and wet rations. "Let's go!"

"Are you still going?"

Li Cang didn't intend to pay them any more attention, but Old Wang scoffed, "You guys have been to the interstitial zone so many times but have never actually gone in? Although it's true that the bold get rich and the timid starve, take my advice, you guys really don't look like you're cut out for that!"

Most of the people from Snow Dragon City remained silent, but one man suddenly stepped forward: "You're right! 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!' I want to see what this world is truly like!"

"Yes, me too!"

"I am coming too!"

Old Wang remained noncommittal.

It was just a joke. He never considered people who were on a completely different level from him as human beings. He didn't wipe them out because they weren't worthy of it and it wouldn't have the effect of showing off his power in front of men and women.

Li Cang frowned: "Why are you teasing them?"

Old Wang hurried a few steps to catch up: "Since I'm just idling around anyway, didn't you hear him say, 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening'? Damn it, how come I didn't remember that line? I was careless!"

Naturally, no one paid any attention to them.

"I really miss the days when Consort Ping and I traveled together. Comrade Qin Zhenzhen may be a bit talkative, but she never lets anyone's words fall on the ground!"

"Shut up!"

Only someone as thick-skinned as Old Wang Licang dared to sit on the back of the Demon Mountain Lord. The young lady and Li Leisi always kept their distance. They ran wildly across vast stretches of barren and cracked land. After an unknown amount of time, when they looked back, they were astonished to find that behind them was a basin shrouded in smoke and clouds, resembling a burning basin. The further they went, the clearer the basin became, like a lake.

"Xue Xue Long"

A giant beast, its length unknown, lies winding beneath what is called a lake. The boundless basin lake is its single eye on its neck. Its body is as smooth as jade, complete with whiskers and hair. Its mane flows and ripples from between the diamond-shaped scales and vertical fins on its back, possessing a clarity and purity reminiscent of a classical ink painting.

The dragon's head, held high, has its long, open snout holding the void of the interstic zone. Grains of grayish-white, ant-egg-like particles are excreted from its tail, piling up endlessly below, shimmering and sparkling. Some kind of visible, raging waves constantly surround it and everything around it. The lifeless particles are either given a certain vibrant color or washed into the endless void like pebbles.

"Holy crap!" Old Wang stared in disbelief. "So all those garbage sky island compressed files we came in with were actually excreted from this thing?"

Li Leisi turned to look at Li Cang: "Li Cang? Is it what I think?"

“I don’t know.” Li Cang shook his head: “But it does seem to be communicating with other timelines through the third timeline, or even reshaping something.”

The clearest view of the snow dragon appeared for only a moment, and then it became rapidly blurred as the group moved forward. After a certain threshold, everyone's vision was transformed into a vast expanse of land. After the lake and the snow dragon behind them disappeared completely, they were as if they were on a seesaw, seamlessly switching from going up to going down. Behind them was the horizon pointing diagonally to the sky, while in front of them was a huge basin with an almost identical shape. However, the lake that had been there had become a swirling vortex of thunderclouds as colorful as the sunset.

"Gulp." Old Wang's lips twitched, and the sound of him swallowing was deafening: "This...this...could this be the conduit for those dumping points?"

Even a normal jump is excruciating; traversing through a jump burst node with such terrifying power that a single spiral arm could sweep away the Dongjun Island Chain, Old Wang never wants to experience it again, not even a second, third, or next time.

This is fucking terrifying.

Lao Tzu's indestructible golden body, a unified whole, and his handsome, elegant physique were not born to satisfy such abstract needs.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Even though he knew he couldn't escape this ordeal, Master Wang was completely dejected. He didn't even have the energy to curse or spew profanities. Compared to this desperate act of jumping into the pit, he would rather go and explain the pros and cons to the insects, Aunt Du, and the High Priest.

They go up the mountain with their heads held high, but come down the mountain on a steep slope.

Soon, very soon, the group arrived at the edge of the warp storm. The tiny, spiderweb-like void rifts spreading silently and the deathly splashing warp currents made Li Cang's eyes light up, while Old Wang's scalp tingled.

With her back to a dazzling aurora borealis, Li Leisi stood on tiptoe atop the head of the Demon Mountain Lord, striking a graceful pose like a diver, while gritting her teeth and saying, "I, Sun Erniang, have brought in another batch of goods. This time, let's see how I deal with you all! Here we go!"

There was only a jump, but no landing motion.

Li Leisi's beautiful figure was like a wisp of dust, which would dissipate with a gust of wind.