The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2782 Reddening (Happy Chinese New Year, everyone! And the End!)

As it turns out, no matter what kind of alienated bloodline life, humans, gods, or other random ragtag bunches, they might not be the true love of the little devil. In his imagination, the chosen one's land should be like Tilly's.

Tilly.

They appeared out of thin air, covered in a shield of prayer energy, like a boss.

A colossal object, measuring 11000 kilometers north to south, 18000 kilometers east to west, and 150 kilometers thick, has long exceeded the limits of vision and various exploration methods. Enveloped by the field of prayer, it resembles a planet within arm's reach. Amidst the shifting tectonic plates, a prayer coin, resembling the sun, can be seen rumbling and rotating at the core of its celestial body from any angle, radiating awe-inspiring power and brilliance.

Everything—the Land of Mu, the Kingdom of He, the Kingdom of Gods, the Orbital Island, and everything inside and outside the subspace—seemed insignificant in the face of dignity. It completely disregarded any rules governing the movement of the orbital sky islands and collided head-on with the fragmented Cybertronian-like hive planet at a speed almost like a comet wandering through the void of space.

Flames, light, ions, and bursts of radiation.

Everything turned to ashes in an instant. The raging storm in the subspace used the space nails that the Nest City was wedged into on the three-layered review as its outlet, carrying endless jets of matter that surged across the entire world line.

In an instant, the first and third world lines became like water balloons bound by tangled, disordered threads, with ravines and gullies. The thin, weak golden orbital lines materialized, binding the ever-expanding dust cloud with a real field of prayer, where the scale of each particle of dust often required a unit of measurement of tens or hundreds.

Everything, all the world lines, are clearly visible.

The mere separation of space or world lines is no longer enough to shield this conflict between the origin system and the non-origin system from the viewpoint. What is presented to all living beings in all world lines is a fragmented sky and galaxy, a rapidly expanding red giant star that devours the sky and the earth, an entire world that has turned red.
It's an old king.

In his nude form—well, female body with male features—Master Wang's height swelled to tens or even hundreds of kilometers. Wielding an enormous hammer radiating endless tentacles and chains, he struck an elegant pose, like someone pouring a pancake from a pot, during a cross-line live stream. His sword aura, spanning hundreds or thousands of kilometers, perfectly positioned itself in a delicate spot at the center of the field of vision. In short, anyone who didn't know better would think that Chaodu and Tili were created by this guy himself.

Li Lei couldn't withstand this level of sustained energy output; she was instantly reduced to nothingness.

Lady White's eyes darted around, and taking advantage of the chaos, she quietly stood in front of the sorcerer. Her radiant appearance shone in all directions, and her divine power illuminated the world. With her playful little hands behind her back, she began to ask for an official title: "Li Cang, what do I look like to you?"

Li Cang was taken aback: "Now??"

"Yes, now!"

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple!"

"I?"

"you!"

The Corpse Weaver Goddess wasn't asking whether she resembled a god who held high divine fire and condensed divine power. She was asking about the attributes of Chen Youyu, Qing Niangniang, and Bai Niangniang when they returned to their places: infatuation, greed, anger, extravagance, gluttony, sex, bloodline, incense offerings, and region—it was as obvious as if it were written all over their faces.

At that very moment, countless threads appeared out of nowhere, binding Lady White's limbs and bones. Each of the crimson, spiderweb-thin threads was held by every Lilith in the storm of demi-humans, dragging it backward. Thunder roared and lightning crackled within the storm: "Li Cang? What the hell are you doing! Get it!"

The world was in chaos, and the sun and moon had no light.

The insect swarm had already been over half colonized by Monroe; his own mother, Rao Qifang, single-handedly dragged Chen Youyu and Qing Niangniang into the realm of arbitrary control, trapping them like dogs; the burly, naked woman, Old Wang, was busy kicking and scrambling; tens of millions of divine treasures each controlled their own territory, weaving a vast net; and magnificent starlight rained down like flowers from the sky.
Tilly's enormous wishing coin cast a green light of wishes at him, as if it had been slowed down, meandering through the void like a long river waterfall, seemingly within reach but unattainable.

All of these are signs of favoritism.

However, Li Cang merely glanced indifferently at the true Nest Master on his Sky Island, which had been completely stripped of its territory from the Tomb Guardian Beast and the Insect Mother on Old King Island, and was about to be reborn and hatched. He muttered as if he had lost his mind: "He thinks of the country, faith; Mu God Continent, territory; World Tree, bloodline."

Lady White, with her hands behind her back, struggled against the numerous marionettes covering her body, and asked without flinching, "Really?"

"Fellow Daoist, wait! It's fake!" Li Cang revealed a smile that met societal expectations: "In the name of Cang, the great enslaver who spans multiple worlds, and the second source will of the void on both sides of the strait, I define you as alien gods. You, White Lady, are of bloodline; she, Green Lady, are of the realm; Chen Youyu, is of faith!"

Lady White Snake was taken aback: "You...you're lying to them!"

"Aren't they lying to me too?" Li Cang was now almost identical to his 2.0 form, completely calcified except for his mouth. He opened his mouth and spat out a piece of fresh, jewel-like flesh that could be described as exquisitely embossed. He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "This thing is returned to its rightful owner. These words are a congratulatory message for slaying the three corpses!"

The moonlight of the three gods poured down like a torrent, causing a massive tremor in the void. Just as Li Cang's definition of a false god had indeed produced some unpredictable effect, the strings of the demi-human storm collapsed one after another, and the figure of Lady White instantly retracted, becoming one with the three.

At the same time, the Three Corpse Goddess had reached the limit in stripping away the truly meaningful information hidden within the redundant and useless shells of the Nest City. The invisible and shapeless swarms that burst forth from every crack in the sky were instantly ignited. Their mournful and meaningless roars and struggles could only helplessly transform into boundless scarlet flames.

The heavens and earth changed color, and the three gods returned to one moon.

The crimson mist rising from the bodies of every fierce woman of the Mushen Continent and the Mushen tribe, and the pure white flames extending from the giant tree with its extensive roots that stretched across the void like a world tree, both colors converged towards the Kingdom of He Xiang under the influence of the insectoid life fire.

"Li Cang??" The High Priest was completely dumbfounded: "No."

As everyone knows, the High Priest isn't actually helpless against Lady Qing, who's always so frivolous and only knows how to grow oranges. He's just pretending to be deaf and dumb to avoid meaningless mental exhaustion. He's waiting for Lady Qing to set the sky ablaze so he can take advantage of her and get rid of her.

Oh!
So you think that just because the magician has a crooked mouth and pokes with his ivory, he thinks he can turn his kingdom into a divine kingdom?
Then I'll become the clown?
In the blink of an eye, the moment the three gods and the moon merged into one, Qing Niangniang's furious curses echoed throughout the entire subspace: "You lowly ants! How dare you deceive us? You dare!"

Li Cang remained silent, only adding fuel to the fire.

The power of the three phases was forcibly squeezed into the torch called the Great Group, burning with a hissing sound and emitting blue smoke, making a scene as lively as if the ancestral grave of the Li family in Timi had exploded.

However.
The Three Corpse Goddess is not to be trifled with. The request for an official title is merely a matter of misunderstanding by the younger generation, the elder generation using auspicious words, and what they thought was a reliable business opportunity. She has the power to overturn the table.

A beam of azure light struck, and although Rao Qifang blocked half of it with a wave of his hand, it still hit the raging mass of flames. Instantly, blazing flames flew everywhere, like a Yora form looking down on everything, before suddenly collapsing and almost being annihilated on the spot.

"Pray." Li Cang took a deep breath: "Point to the skill threshold personality, threshold, liberation!"

Qing Niangniang's two attempts to break through were thwarted by Rao Qifang's arbitrary actions, leaving only her furious mockery echoing in the void: "This is subspace! Origin matter is constantly deconstructing! Pray? You're dreaming!"

【ding~】

[The prayer was fulfilled]

"?"

The light of the little coin can't illuminate the warp, or rather, the fact that it can even reach the third line is largely thanks to the bugs. So, not only were the corpse weavers wiped out, but almost all the surviving units were completely dumbfounded. Especially for those who hoped to transcend the divine and the king, their faith collapsed and their worldview shattered, leaving them terrified.

Yes, this wasn't a true prayer, but rather the result of the combined effects of Auntie's settlement rewards and Tili's Little Coin's different permissions. The standard description should be—

Units that stay on your Sky Island orbital path for a certain period of time will each gain an opportunity to add conditions to their directional wishes.

Just like Lord Mofeng gave away Li Cang for free the settlement reward without any regard for his own opinion.

As for prayers
What level are you at? With your group of three worthless losers, how dare you question someone whose basic population is in the tens of millions and who has integrated rail transit into a comprehensive system?
Are they worthy?

How many should I get?

A single prayer resulted in the Corpse Weaver Goddess's lifelong introversion. Li Cang's fully calcified body gradually eroded under the influence of the power of the three phases, divine power, and insect-like energy, until it completely merged into the threshold personality, which was based on white bones and made of bandages. This caused the withered body to transform from illusory to solid, from lifeless to vibrant.

The pitch-black, cancerous mutation lurked beneath the bone structure, within the bandages and flesh. Its scarlet eyes pulsed with light and flame. As the power of the three phases flowed, the aura it projected was no different from Li Cang's. Then, this thing actually reached out and scooped up a large group of materialized entities that had been burned by the torch on the spot. The dying flames expanded infinitely.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait! Harmony brings wealth!"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire subspace exploded into chaos. Just think, how unlucky does a person have to be to be worthy of hearing such golden words from the face of the earth?
"Come!"

The Tianwen Stele rumbled and expanded, its dense, blood-red patterns cracking through the original stone surface. Sticky blood dripped down, staining the incomprehensible characters on it, revealing the pale, writhing, and twisted bones piled up inside. The three Tianwen characters on the Tianwen Bracelet dragged endless tri-phase power, transforming into a crimson storm. A slender, weak gust of burning wind pierced the blood-red dawn of the subspace, igniting the entire world. The massive blood explosion after the threshold release had accumulated the lives and willpower of countless unclaimed souls inside and outside the subspace, raising divine fire and carrying the last rays of life in a ferocious and terrifying explosion that radiated outwards.

"You!" The divine flames of the Three Corpse Goddess, fueled by the overwhelming power of the boiling blood, broke free from the shackles of the Arbitrary Domain for the first time. She lunged at Li Cang like a streak of green light, but was deflected midway by the other two colors, red and white, and intentionally or unintentionally plunged into the Tianwen characters: "Don't even think about it!"

His Highness the High Priest was more decisive than the Corpse Weaver; the endless shadow monsters vanished instantly and returned to the divine realm.

boom!
He imagined the entire kingdom exploding with a deafening roar, its shape resembling a menacing hammer, falling straight towards the unfortunate Old Ones.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​dogs were burning, and the rebellious children were being corroded into the blood explosion one by one. Li Lis knew all too well what this thing was like, and she tried to teleport away without thinking. However, before the energy entity of the blood explosion arrived, her and Lilith's bodies were already in a state of disintegration. They were forcibly pulled out of the invincibility frame by being stuck in the pre-animation animation.

Within the blood explosion, only the matchmaker was qualified to stand still.

The Silver Ridge Beast flashed, and everything outside the turbid Styx River seemed to freeze. The matchmaker lifted the red veil, her burning gaze piercing through thousands of mountains and rivers, and only the Tianwen Stele remained in her eyes.

"Huh? Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Before the unpopular Rao Qifang was forcibly shoved out of this realm, the instructor, who was undergoing a time machine interrogation of world line memories, suddenly stiffened, raised his eyebrows, and narrowed his pupils to pinpoints. His gaze met that of the matchmaker on the other side of the Tianwen Stele, and he murmured to himself.

"Hehe~"

The matchmaker smiled and gave a slight curtsy.

The Styx River washes away the yellow sand, a narrow path winds through the mountains, a red sedan chair adorned with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes; a black storm whips up paper snow, flowers are hidden on the other shore, and a cloud-riding steed plays music.

With the end of Thanos's cradle, which included all colonies and quasi-colonies across the two and a half world lines and all those considered insignificant in his subjective view, all life within the warp faded away. Only a strange, colored lightning bolt, wielding the authority to move and be seen in the shadows, pierced the sky, revealing a ferocious corner.

One of the Three Corpse Goddesses, Qing Shen, along with her subsequent Threshold Personality, was severed from her body with a single slash. The raging divine fire completely went out of control, and in an instant, the divinity it contained was completely injected into the infinitely multiplying, seemingly threatening to tear apart the subspace and the Third Worldline.

The entire world teetered on the brink of collapse, but at that moment the lightning imprint beneath the minotaur suddenly shone with a crimson glow. The three lines of the most primal power that had been activated irreversibly began to explode like an avalanche of blood, as if it had found an outlet. An unexpected energy collapse thus began in a bizarre way.

At this moment, the Great Blood Explosion became the bait for catching fish and the kindling for starting a fire. The two worlds seemed to come alive as if they had gained a will, giving their all to pour all the matter and energy within the world line into the space between the two crimson halos, the island, the monument, and the human figure, following the trajectory of the Great Blood Explosion's collapse.

One ring road, two ring roads, three ring roads.
A skeletal gate split in two, like the gaping mouth of a demon; a broken halo of immortality disintegrated into two arcs, one long and one short, rising in the east and falling in the west; a spirit ring of annihilation continued to rotate endlessly; a lightning array struggled to maintain the relative integrity of the crisscrossing fissures.

The layers upon layers of circular arrays, from bottom to top, from small to large, from simple to complex, seem to form a clearly targeted cannon muzzle with some strange tacit understanding.

“gehe~”

A tiny bird, no bigger than a chicken, soared in, hovering above the circular formation, waiting quietly until the flock perished, until the divine fire was extinguished, until the divine essence took shape, until some deeper collapse became uncontrollable—

The subspace was shattered.

The fragments of the collapsed world were stretched and extended infinitely, like lines etched into the memory of the little coin child by the orbital sky island, like mosaic patches, completely breaking away from the three world lines, winding across the collapsed Earth, the rings of Jupiter where people once lingered, and the path the Mimi insectoids came from, before plunging into the endless deep space.

"Kara!"

The true magic of the Mage was like a giant black rat in the sewer brutally kicking open the manhole cover. The Limit Personality stepped on Qiu Gou Kun and the endless blood-red turbid flow, held up the Great Magic Wand, and the three Tianwen characters on his wrist hummed and trembled endlessly. The clear light of the Three Gods Moon, Tili's wish field and a corner of the base's protective array, the fragments of his country, the Mu God Continent and the stars and moonlight of countless divine kingdom orbital sky islands were reflected before the path to the top.

The vast, empty outer space was suddenly ablaze with fireflies like the aurora borealis, transforming into storms and tidal torrents that poured into the narrow, cramped void passage. In a moment, they tore apart the surrounding area, creating a spiderweb-like, meandering, dark line, like a mud dam bursting when watering parched fields.

For a moment, the people inside the house and the outsiders looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Three Corpse Goddesses, who had been protesting wildly within the Tianwen characters, stopped jumping around. The divine sky islands, which had been drifting along their tracks or chaotically, also froze. The half-dead old king, Li Leisi, was numb, and all the living beings that had managed to survive within any timeline were stunned.
The threshold personality, thousands of meters above the ground, hunched over as if simply stepping over a staircase, emerged from the narrow, cramped passageway.

In an instant, the plum blossoms bloomed a second time, and energy from all directions, along with certain attributes or rules, converged irresistibly in a manner that could be described as tragic. Like an explosion, it endlessly piled up and collapsed on this ant that did not conform to the current definition of the realm.

Whether it's devouring something whole, sucking its marrow, or being fickle and preferring novelty, it doesn't matter.

In short, it's either obliterate or endure forever; this world is determined to mold this thing into a shape that meets societal expectations.

Before and behind the gate, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Li Cang rubbed his hands together slyly, then forced a bright, innocent, yet foolish smile at one of the men above him—

"Mom, are you coming home for dinner?"

"Goose, goose, goose~"

Above the endless energy flames, a large circle of majestic figures and faces, seemingly holding the sun and moon and plucking stars, appeared, seemingly thousands of miles high and tens of thousands of miles away. Among them, at least one was a humanoid figure with vivid features and a smiling face, while the rest were just phantoms.

A complex and blurry black shadow, seemingly close but actually separated by an unknown amount of space, was visibly enraged. Its voice echoed through the void, and a segmented limb traversed endless distances, accompanied by a blazing stream of light, slamming down upon them.

The threshold personality, thousands of meters above the ground, was as insignificant as a monkey under the Five Finger Mountain under its ferocious claws. But once touched, it could not advance an inch. An endless torrent of blood flowed down its limbs, the claws became thinner and weaker, and the threshold personality swelled up. In the blink of an eye, it was already in a subtle and ambiguous posture of holding hands and facing each other.

"Burp!" Li Cang was otherwise normal except for looking a bit broken; at least he could be pieced back together and still stand upright. "Fellow Daoist, you look familiar. You look delicious?"

"Moo~"

“gehe~”

A falcon alights on a blue ox, purple clouds rise from the east, and emerge from Hangu Pass to the west.

(End of the book)

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