Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1072 [Falsification: The Cosmic Starfish!]

The air in the city seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone, whether they were still stunned with their gaming devices, walking on the street, standing by the window of a high-rise building, or even watching the official announcement through a screen, all looked up at the same time and gazed at that overwhelming behemoth.

It was a star hanging upside down, suspended in the sky, its single, cracked eye slowly opening, its vortex-like pupil shimmering with the faint light of a distant galaxy collapsing.

On those incredibly smooth tentacle structures, one eye after another was born. They opened silently, without blinking, yet they seemed to be exchanging glances and whispering to each other, forming a storm of gazes that transcended words, thoughts, and logic.

The sky is no longer the sky.

It has become an organ of existence, a face that envelops the entire city, overlooking every inch of human cognition, as if searching for some predetermined variable.

At that moment, everyone's consciousness was struck hard.

Indescribable images surfaced in their minds—images of non-human logical structures, such as the wheel of the universe, multidimensional information folds, and dream core resonators that were eternally present yet perpetually out of place, were forcibly implanted into their cerebral cortex.

This is not spiritual pollution in the ordinary sense; it is more like some kind of higher-dimensional consciousness trying to transmit its conceptual data. However, due to the enormous volume of information, those images, like a spacetime polyhedron, collapsed on their own before they could understand them.

Like trying to explain the difference between entropy and singularity to an insect, the depth of information in those concepts far exceeds the maximum limit that human language and logic can bear.

Just as reason was about to burn out,

"Click!"
A remarkable blocking mechanism is activated in the nervous system of all humans, and the stigmata of the Fifth Church appear on the back of their hands.

The possession is proceeding quietly.

The cognitive antibodies planted by the Dream God Group finally began to take effect, but instead of protecting them from being conscious, they completely shattered their consciousness and reshaped it back to its original state, leaving only an empty shell that was almost instinctive.

The mark acted as a key that both sealed and protected, temporarily blocking the madness that was about to spread into the brainstem, allowing them only to perceive it, but not to understand it.

Simply put, it means lowering the SAN value to the lowest possible level so that they cannot observe the real Him when they look directly at the cosmic star.

That is, to turn everyone's brains into something like Patrick Star's, where all they can do is babble.

They all knelt on the ground, some clutching their heads and gasping for breath, others trembling and muttering unspeakable words like aphasic people.

They didn't die; they were simply deprived of the right to think.

The entire city seemed to have suddenly fallen into a state of paralysis after being reduced to a lower dimension. The gears of thought stopped turning, language collapsed, and the sense of time blurred. Only those ubiquitous eyes continued to watch over them.

Some screamed, some trembled, some wept, and some laughed wildly, roaring sacred words on the edge of chaos and madness, as if they were captivated by that gaze and their souls were about to leave their bodies.

The giant eye on its head remained open.

The dream is collapsing, the city is disintegrating, and the sky is stripping away its original color.

When the true form of the cosmic starfish descended, the simulated city constructed on the moon of Noema began to be unable to bear the information pressure brought by its existence. Buildings shattered like bubbles, streets tore apart in the tremors, and even space itself seemed to fade inch by inch, curling and falling off like old-fashioned film reels burning.

And right now.

Above the sky, three dazzling orbs of light emerged amidst trembling, like three drumbeats at the dawn of the universe, striking a rhythm in the void.

The next instant, three enormous divine projections slowly descended from the sphere of light and sank into the dream world.

The first one, emerging from the aurora-like platinum light, is Sophia, one of the three dream cores.

She was draped in a robe woven from stardust, her body tall and dignified, but her face lacked ordinary features; instead, it was a divine face constructed from infinite numbers, like both a mother goddess and a symbol of primordial wisdom.

She stood silently on the ruins, her fingertips touching the city's remains, which were instantly restored and then vanished in the flowing light, illustrating the collapsing boundaries of knowledge and reason.

The second one sits upright on a lotus throne in the void, radiating a gentle yet unapproachable golden light. His eyes are closed and his hands are forming a mudra. This is naturally one of the three dream cores—Vajra Rinni.

Behind him, countless mirror images were reflected, each chanting different scriptures, silent yet awe-inspiring, building a spiritual barrier against the pollution of information from the cosmic starfish, using the thoughts of all beings as a shield to resist the indescribable source of fear.

The third figure emerged from the blazing sun, his golden hair burning like flames, his entire body covered in flowing armor that resembled fragments of the sun. With each step he shattered the crevices of the void. He was none other than Editika, one of the three Dream Cores.

He held a blazing longbow in one hand and a halo of light in the other. Seven rings of light swirled around him. When he drew his bow, what he shot was not an arrow of light, but a projection of truth and order itself, which bombarded the enormous, indescribable thing.

The three core dreams now stand side by side.

Their arrival was not a symbolic aid, but rather a severing of their divine narrative authority into the root logic of the dream like a broken sword, forcibly constructing three stable divine pillars. This caused the dream structure, which was originally disintegrating into gibberish, flickering, and skipping frames, to temporarily solidify into a field of battle.

Then, a great war broke out!!!
The cosmic star roared incessantly, each of its tentacles like an interstellar tsunami, shattering the horizon of dreams. A fog-like chaos surged between its tentacles, and even more terrifying, countless eyes opened on its tentacles. Those eyes had no emotion, no thought, but merely reflected the cracks in the deep logic of the universe. Anyone who dared to look directly at them would have their thoughts burned away and their concepts rendered invalid in an instant.

It is these eyes that are watching that constitute its attack—not physical, not energetic, but a questioning of existence itself.

At this moment, the three Dream Core Venerables launched a joint attack!
The first to make a move was a female divine being draped in a robe of starlight and runes. She slowly raised her right hand, spread her five fingers, and countless characters fell like stardust. She spoke silently.

[·Σοφα: Χρησμπανσυμπαντικ (Sofia: Oracle of the Universe)]

In an instant, a billion golden characters fell from the sky, each containing a logical unit of the universe. It was as if language itself had been refined into particles and poured into a cosmic starfish. They arranged, rotated, and evolved on their own in the air, eventually converging into a huge ring array that transcended grammar, like a divine code.

The moment the codex unfolded, it illuminated the dream sky and simultaneously froze the starfish's left wing tentacle the instant it touched the ring array.

Vajrapani then made his move. The golden deity seated on the lotus in the void opened his eyes, a beam of light piercing through the void, silencing all things. He chanted a string of secret words formed by the convergence of a thousand Brahmas, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

【卍·Mahasattva·Mind Seal·Shaking Dharma Wheel·No-Self Realm!】

A thousand golden wheels appeared on his chest, engraved with the faces of countless beings and emptiness mantras. These mantras flew out as they spun at high speed, turning into golden threads of light that pierced through the dream weaving network, like meridians of reverse information, penetrating the core thoughts of the cosmic star.

As the mantra wheel approached, one of the main eyes in the starfish's core suddenly exploded, not because of destruction, but because the logical conflict prevented it from bearing the power of purification.

Editika walked on fire, each step leaving a ring of flame, wielding a blazing longbow, with seven scorching suns swirling behind him. He gently drew the bowstring, and the energy lines of the entire dream space converged upon him. He whispered a name:

【· Sol Invictus·Purga Lux (Seven Flames Splitting the Sun)】.

The flames burning on the arrow of light are not elemental fire, but narrative fire, order fire, and revelation fire.

The long arrow left the bowstring, heading straight for the central core of the cosmic star. In that instant, the entire dreamscape seemed to be peeled away from the darkness, revealing a fragment of the sun that illuminated the shadows deep within everyone's soul.

Tentacles, eyes, shadows, and the mist of data pollution instantly turned into transparent ashes of ruins wherever the arrows struck, like silhouettes of light at the end of a mythical relic. The three dream cores—wisdom, emptiness, and order—stood side by side at this moment, stabilizing the cosmic star within the dream.

Just as the three dream cores were using their divine authority to stabilize the dream structure and fiercely clashing with the indescribable cosmic star, a brand new light tore through the sky and descended.

Xia Xiu has finally made his appearance.

He descended from the void, like a character leaping from the deepest part of the narrative, no longer bound by dreams, no longer concealing the truth—[Apostle Mode], now fully unfolded.

At this moment, his eyes and golden hair lost their original color, turning into a cold, pure white, as if a molten light had returned from the divine realm to the mortal world; a crown of thorns encircled his forehead, carrying a silent pain and glory; behind him floated three concentric halos, the outer one like the sun, the middle one like the moon, and the innermost one a rotating eternal star map—the absolute center that constituted his divine form.

He stood barefoot in the sky, draped in a flowing white holy robe, his robes billowing without wind. But what was most striking were the thirty-six pairs of light particle wings that spread out behind him like a forest of stars.

On Xia Xiu's forehead, a third eye slowly opened—[the Eye of Thybiya].

Without needing to focus, it perceives every layer of appearance and essence of the cosmic starfish. Wherever it gazes, falsehood and pretense are stripped away, leaving only the "truth" itself shimmering.

The weapon he held in his hand was the Spear of Dionysus. At this moment, the spear resonated deeply in his palm, its shaft engraved with intoxication and madness, while at its tip burned a golden flame that almost denied existence itself, like a mysterious poison that reshaped cause and effect through destruction.

He slowly looked down from the air, and the crowd that had been bewildered, wailing and frantic because of the arrival of the cosmic starfish now subconsciously looked up at him.

No one knew who he was, and no one dared to call out his name, but they all remembered his figure:
An angel draped in white robes, standing on solid ground, wearing a crown of thorns, and bearing thirty-six wings.

No words were spoken to them, yet a sense of ancient tranquility permeated the depths of each frenzied mind, as if a mind on the verge of madness had been gently pressed against its chest.

In the heart of this incomprehensible chaos, he is the only order.

He is the blade of termination, and also the authority to falsify.

Xia Xiu didn't speak; he simply gazed at the starfish in the universe.

Then, he slowly raised the Dionysian Spear in his hand.

As if sensing a great threat, the cosmic star began to try to evade the encirclement of the three dream cores, but the three dream cores attacked with all their might.

Three divine symbols suddenly appeared in the sky.

【】——Like a six-pointed star collapsing, folding causal logic, sealing it into the inner circle of chaos.

【卐】—The reincarnation imprisonment constructed by the true mantra of Buddha-nature prevents it from escaping to any channel of consciousness reincarnation.

【】——Like the dawn of the sun, it burns away all structures that symbolize concealment, infection, and deception, exposing its core symbols to the naked light of cognition.

The three coincided, the sky fell silent as if dead, and the cosmic star was finally trapped at the center of cognition.

Xia Xiu unfurled thirty-six pairs of light particle wings, transforming them into the most intense holy light in space and time. In an instant, he transcended the barriers of space, causality, and structural logic, appearing directly before the eternally open eyes of the cosmic star.

He raised the Spear of Dionysus, its tip pointing at the eyeball that symbolized the source of pollution, the pupil still etched with the hallucinations and fanatical whispers of countless believers of the Fifth Church.

Xia Xiu did not hesitate.

—Pierce in!
The Dionysian Spear pierced the giant eye without making any physical sound of breaking, but it was as if countless spiritual boundaries collapsed, crumbled, and returned to zero in an instant.

An indescribable, immense force surged back from the point of contact between the spear and the eye.

Xia Xiu's consciousness was suddenly amplified in an instant.

He saw himself being stripped from the concept of "human," stripped from the level of narrative roles, and confronted with the higher-dimensional core of consciousness.

He saw himself become a point of light, and around him were countless points of light, which were the spiritual nodes, consciousness tracks, and projections of existence of Abelio's billions of beings.

He saw that each of their dreams, wishes, beliefs, and even those fragments forgotten by time, all flowed into a giant grid of pure cognition like streams of light.

It is precisely in the deepest part of this realm of consciousness.

From the very beginning, his and the three Dream Cores' plan was not to destroy the cosmic star—that was simply an impossible mission.

Rather, it was to achieve something truly achievable: to disprove His existence!

This Dionysian spear is a reality-failure amplifier; it doesn't actually pierce the cosmic starfish, but rather unleashes the hidden potential within every soul and every individual in the dream world…

The spirit of Dionysus!!!

Ecstasy, madness, reversal, reconstruction, destruction of reason—the old logical order is reduced to zero in a ritual, and a new narrative is rekindled.

Xia Xiu bound his spiritual sovereignty to the entire plane.

He drew upon that ability deep within the human mind, a capacity forgotten by time—the so-called instinctive immunity to cognitive contamination.

Initially, it was merely a mechanism of individual survival instinct.

Now, guided by the Spear of Dionysus, it has been elevated to a unified spiritual antibody system for the entire civilization.

All the human individuals who had ever accessed the dream world had a latent structure emerge in their consciousness. This structure was not an aggressive virus, but rather—a "denial mechanism."

It does not act on the starfish itself, but on all the sensory nodes that could potentially become contamination media.

When they encounter the symbols, language, structure, and images of starfish, they will not understand them. They won't even notice them.

Silence is the greatest contempt!

In this dimension, the battle of cognition is no longer about understanding and control, but about undermining the defining basis of something by completely denying its existence.

His name will no longer be known, and his symbols will not be spread.

His existence will be "cut off" by the spiritual structure of the entire civilization.

He will be unable to survive in any known world.

This is what is known as falsification!
(End of this chapter)