Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1001 [The Twelfth Seat - The Northern Devouring Beast]

The monster was completely frozen in place, guided by the northward direction.

The towering black tide seemed to be nailed shut, the churning sound abruptly falling silent, as if even the magnetic field of the entire world had been paused.

Xia Xiu's lips curled into a pleased smile, his eyes gleaming with the light of a hunter finishing off his prey.

"Heh... In the end, I still won this game."

In the distance, a slight ripple appeared in the void.

Amond's figure emerged from the depths of the genealogy. He still maintained the posture of crossing his arms, but his gaze temporarily shifted from the theta calculation of the Ophiuchus Protocol, and he glanced at Xia Xiu with interest.

"How do you plan to handle this anomaly?"

Xia Xiu remained facing north, not making any rash moves. He stretched out his left hand, stroking his chin, his expression thoughtful.

"Let me think... Hmm, I've come up with three ways to contain it."

"The first method is the most direct."

He held up one finger, his golden pupils gleaming:

"Fix it in the eternal north direction."

Establish a stable magnetic pole, use authority to tamper with its predatory logic, and lock its instincts forever onto that coordinate. It likes to face north, right? Then I'll give it an 'absolute north,' an invisible chain, binding it to that direction. Like a wild beast tied to a stake, forever only able to circle around and bite its tail.

"However... this method is actually not very reliable."

"To maintain that absolute north requires a continuous and enormous expenditure of manpower and resources, with a massive investment of human and material resources to maintain the position day and night. Once the chain loosens, it will break free—at great cost and with high risk."

As he spoke, he held up his second finger:
"The second method is to feed them."

"The Grand Patriarch once said that they rely on feeding it memories to gain temporary peace. Childhood lullabies, the faces of loved ones, and even the most insignificant little things become its feed. As long as I deliberately design a 'feeding pool' and continuously stuff it with useless memories, it will fall into the illusion that it is eating. It thinks it has obtained prey, but in reality it is just trapped in the cage I have set up."

He paused here, a faint smile curving his lips, like a hunter watching his clumsy prey crawl into his trap.

"But..."

Xia Xiu chuckled softly, flicked his finger in the air, and the mist immediately exploded into ripples.

"This move is extremely risky and tests the animal taming skills of the inmates."

Because this monster can distinguish between 'real memories' and 'junk information.' If, during my feeding process, I accidentally let in a single truly valuable memory, it will follow that trail, relentlessly tracing it back until it tears the person apart. At that point, not only will the cage be useless, but the feeder will also be bitten in return.

"It would be very difficult for an ordinary person to tame this beast."

Amond's gaze shifted from the frozen, dark maw to Xia Xiu.

He crossed his arms, his eyes were deep, and his tone carried a hint of inquiry.

"So, what about the third method? Judging from the situation, you're planning to use a third method... to tame this beast?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Xiu's lips curled slightly, and a sharp glint flashed in his golden pupils. He didn't answer immediately, but instead rubbed his chin, as if confirming the formula in his mind.

“That’s right.” He nodded, his voice calm and firm.

"If we are to truly deal with the Fifth Truth, then we must utilize every possible anomaly. And the characteristics of this monster are precisely a sharp blade."

"It can interfere with magnetic fields, reverse directions, and cause thousands of intelligent beings to collectively fall into a coma. It can gnaw at the memory level of its targets; even believers of the Fifth Church cannot guarantee that they won't have a portion of their minds eroded when facing it. And most importantly..."

Xia Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he uttered the words in a low voice:

"It can induce—it can shatter a civilization's knowledge system in milliseconds. Once this pattern is grasped, it can become a weapon against the Fifth Truth. You see, those Patrick-like Membrane viruses invade by infiltrating memories and ideas. If I can use this to counteract them and cut a piece off their propagation logic..."

He smiled, his tone carrying a hint of playful coldness:
"Then even the Fifth Truth will fall into its mouth."

Armand raised an eyebrow:
"So, you plan to tame it yourself?"

Xia Xiu nodded slowly, his golden hair swaying in the light mist, his expression calm, but his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Yes. Only my way can subdue such a monster."

As soon as he finished speaking, a towering phantom suddenly appeared behind him.

That is—[Vasak].

Darkness surged up like a tide, and Xia Xiu's shadow began to writhe, gradually being stretched and twisted until it transformed into an inverted triangular phantom of a skull, covering the jawbone, with empty eyes that shimmered with a ghostly purple starlight.

Vasak's body seemed to be swallowed by shadows, its lines twisted and unreal, like a crack growing in the void. It had no breath, no heartbeat, only a pair of deep purple eyes, like twin stars in the deepest part of the night sky, shimmering with an eerie cold light.

With its appearance, the shadow beneath Xia Xiu's feet also came to life, like a pool of writhing black liquid, constantly stretching and curling, as if it wanted to swallow the entire sanctuary.

To put it bluntly, Xia Xiu's third method was actually a combination of the first two methods.

If the first method is called "chaining" and the second is called "feeding," then the third method is to directly tie both the chain and the feeding trough to himself.

Does the monster's instinct point north?

It doesn't matter, he himself is the eternal North.

Is the monster trying to devour memories?
That's alright, he's an information conglomerate that can design junk information and false memories to feed him at any time.

In this way, the monster's logic is no longer borne by the world, but is incorporated into its own spiritual network.

That's what makes Xia Xiu so terrifying.

Maintaining containment would require enormous facilities and inexhaustible resources from other organizations.

All he needed to do was open his crown domain and forcefully stuff this civilization-harvesting beast into the spiritual legion of [Vasak].

Contain, tame, suppress, feed.

All methods converge on one point: to make the monster a part of him.

From then on, it was no longer the fang of the Fifth Truth, but the blade in Xia Xiu's hand; in fact, this method used itself as a container. He personally oversaw the operation, keeping this memory-devouring harvester under his authority.

This is both the riskiest way and the only way to completely turn the monster to one's own use.

"Now, it's time for containment."

Xia Xiu slowly raised his cane, a sharp glint flashing in his golden pupils.

His shadow writhed beneath his feet, like a gaping hole in the sea, from which a black tide was quietly surging forth.

The low murmur of "Vasak" came from the depths of the void, like the rumble of clock gears, or the whispers of thousands of dead souls.

The shadow spread, engulfing the ground.

The stone bricks were quickly covered by black liquid, forming concentric inverted triangular patterns.

They forcibly divided the space into insurmountable forbidden zones.

The monster began to stir.

It has no eyes, yet it can instinctively sense danger. The magnetic field screams, the void distorts, and it tries once again to reverse north, attempting to shift the index of its prey away.

Before it could struggle, the shadow suddenly rose, engulfing it like a giant maw. "Roar—!"

That was the scream of a broken magnetic field.

Xia Xiu stood quietly, letting the monster from the north writhe wildly.
The shadow beneath my feet suddenly collapsed, like a bottomless abyss.

Darkness engulfed the beast heading north, dragging it into Vasak's Legion internment camp.

Xia Xiu's eyes darted rapidly through the data about his twelfth spiritual containment object.

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[Vasak Legion - Twelfth Seat]

Name: "Northern Devourer".

Special containment location: The twelfth seat of the Vassak Shadow, imprinted on the inverted triangle seat, normally contained in the seventh layer of the time rift.

Legion Authority:

[Magnetic pole reversal]

It can forcibly create localized magnetic field reversals, disrupting the enemy's sense of direction and positioning system. Without high-level will protection, groups of units will fall into imbalance, disorientation, or even collective coma.

Northbound Index

Any intelligent creature facing north will be targeted and become a potential prey. As the leader of a legion, you can transfer this indexing authority to the enemy, creating the illusion of a "collective northward" formation to disrupt their ranks.

[Memory Erosion]

It can devour specific short-term memories and thought processes, causing tactical confusion or logical breakdowns in the enemy. The leader of the legion can order it to be used to weaken the enemy's command system, creating chaos akin to "collective amnesia."

[Directional illusion]

It can create false north coordinates to induce enemies to automatically align or migrate in groups.

Special Instructions:

Originally a civilization-reaping beast of the Fifth Truth, this legion was incorporated into the Vasak Legion by the Legion Lord with the authority of the crown, becoming a tool to "backfire on the Fifth Truth".

Its instinct still yearns for "north," so it needs to be restrained by the crown domain, and its aggression is tamed into a controllable weapon.

The twelfth seat's anomalous characteristics are extremely dangerous. If out of control, it will cause large-scale disorientation and mass coma, requiring the Legion's leader to personally maintain containment.

-

The shadow gradually receded, and the surrounding light dimmed.

Xia Xiu could clearly sense that the newly captured Far North Devouring Beast was still restless in the shadow of the legion beneath his feet.

It was unruly, like a vicious dog forcibly chained, struggling wildly in the depths of the shadows. A deafening screech, like iron filings scraping through the air, struck Xia Xiu's consciousness.

The more it struggles, the more powerless it seems.

Vasak's crown and authority are like an iron cage, firmly suppressing him in the twelfth seat. Even if he bares his teeth and claws, it is just a trapped beast's struggle.

Xia Xiu could even sense that it was constantly using its predatory instincts to gnaw at the edges of its own shadow, trying to bite open an escape route, but each time it was pinned to the spot by the purple pupils of the Time Demon God.

Xia Xiu chuckled softly, raised his cane, and gently swung it.

The information flow from the crown spread through the void, and he casually fabricated thousands of memories: there were human songs, mother's lullabies, countless meaningless diaries, lost arithmetic problems, and even fragments of hawkers' cries from the Far East City were reassembled into plates of "nutritious memory feed".

But instead of stuffing everything in like the Patriarch did, he slowly and carefully controlled the feeding.

This scene resembled dog training.

He first offered a small "snack," and a broken melody was thrown into the shadows. The Far North Devourer immediately pounced on it, devouring it completely, and the frequency of its agitation subsided slightly.

Seeing this, Xia Xiu was in no hurry to continue feeding. He remained silent and stood firmly in place.

The monster in the darkness scratched restlessly against the screen wall, and the magnetic field rose and fell like a startled tide, until it raised its "eyeless head" once more, attempting to make a demand.

At this point, Xia Xiu dropped the second piece of "feed," a meaningless fragment of an ancient poem.

And so it went, little by little, feeding, stopping, feeding, stopping.

The feeding intervals were deliberately lengthened, and the rhythm was completely controlled by Xia Xiu.

He wasn't catering to this memory-devouring dog; he was teaching it that only quiet and restraint would earn it food. Restlessness and resistance would only keep it starving.

The howling from the depths of the shadows gradually subsided, and the Northern Devouring Beast, under the pressure of the crown and the training of conditioned reflexes, finally turned from its frenzy into silence.

It remained defiant and still carried a chill, but that struggle was gradually replaced by the instinct to "anticipate the next bite of food."

The writhing in the shadows finally ceased, and the Far North Devouring Beast, like a leash-bound dog, lay quietly on the twelfth seat, emitting a low, throat-like magnetic noise.

Xia Xiu looked down at it, lightly tapped it with the tip of his cane, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Good dog, good dog."

Seeing Xia Xiu absorb the monster into his body, Amond, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but remind him:
“You really treat it like a dog… But I must remind you, Abraham.”

"These aren't ordinary legion soldiers; they're reapers unleashed by the Fifth Truth itself. Don't get too carried away and end up burning yourself."

Xia Xiu's expression remained unchanged after hearing this, and he didn't even stop smiling.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

His pupils gleamed with golden light, reflecting the bound monster deep within the shadows.

"As long as I live, it will lie obediently at my feet, not even daring to lift its head. With the leash in my hand, it can only be my dog."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Armand, his tone shifting to one of inquiry.

"By the way, have you figured out a containment method for Theta yet?"

In response to Xia Xiu's question, Armand stated frankly:
“Although the process was dirtier and more chaotic than I imagined,” he said in a low voice, like a blade rubbing against an anvil, “I still managed to get the answer.”

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes, signaling him to continue.

Amund raised a hand, and countless symbols appeared in the void. These symbols resembled numbers, yet were more profound; they flickered, vanished, and reappeared, like a crack that would never close.

"You have already seen the essence of θ."

Amund said slowly:
"It's not an ordinary number; it's a gap. In the sequence of all numbers, there exists an 'undefinable gap,' and θ is the embodiment of that gap. It's not an error, but a conceptual parasite."

"The first rule for accommodating it is to ensure that there is always a boundary for 'empty space'."

With a sudden wave of his hand, Armand transformed the symbol into a halo, firmly framing the sequence of numbers.

"We must use finite numbers to forcefully lock its infinite possibilities into a cage."

In other words, it requires writing a proof that will never be complete. As long as the proof exists, it cannot continue to wander.