Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1073 Return to Heaven!

The moment the Spear of Dionysus pierced the giant eye of the cosmic starfish, the very foundation of the entire dream world was severed.

The illogical body of the cosmic star began to peel away from its core narrative mechanism. First came the eyes, those enormous pupils filled with unspeakable wisdom, which lost their meaning amidst the collective denial of all beings, slowly fading away like a receding star.

Next came the tentacles, the writhing divine limbs that once clung to the skies above the city, carrying destruction and pollution. They became undefinable by the world, uncaptured by sight, and eventually dissipated like bubbles into unanalyzable data noise, evaporating in the winds of dreams.

Finally, there is His body.

The massive structure began to crumble, like a shattered temple, collapsing into the blind spot of cognition.

Xia Xiu did not defeat the Cosmic Star; he merely used the consensus mechanism of the entire plane to refuse to observe its existence.

A highly sophisticated form of rejection begins to operate, as indifferent, efficient, and ruthless as an operating system uninstalling residual processes.

The cosmic starfish has been completely disproven.

He no longer belongs to any word, image, or realm of perception.

His name was deleted.

His image was excluded.

His existence has been completely lost.

As the cosmic star detaches, the entire dream world built upon its infection mechanism begins to shatter, peel away, and collapse.

The sky is like a cracked glass dome, the ground of the dream begins to roll, wrinkle, and burn like thin paper, cities collapse, buildings sink, the timeline replays in chaos, and all logical links return to the original blank.

That was the end of the dream.

Before the dream completely sank, Xia Xiu glanced back at this once-polluted image of civilization.

He knew that everything would end, the dead light would be completely extinguished, and he would return to heaven.

……

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Abelio World

A pure white angel floats silently above the sky of the world of Abelio—under the crimson light of the moon Noema, atop the giant canopy of the Golden Tree.

Her pure white hair hung down gently, her eyes were closed, but the Thyeyar Eye on her forehead remained open, gazing down at the moon that was being illuminated by red light, as serene as a god.

At that very moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes reignited with white flames, and his thirty-six wings unfurled in an instant, illuminating the four corners of the sky. The entire world refocused on him at that moment.

The master of dreams has awakened.

At the same time, every city, every continent, and every sleeping soul in Abelio awakens collectively.

The residents, who had been sleeping under the moonlight, suddenly opened their eyes and found themselves inside a giant cocoon, a crystal-clear pupa, like amber, gently enveloping them. From the back of their necks were golden root nerves that stretched through the earth and eventually led to the golden tree that stretched from the earth to the moon.

The next instant, the tree cocoon ruptured, and the root system broke off.

Each individual human being emerges from the prison of consciousness like a cicada shedding its skin, falls to the ground, and breathes like a newborn infant.

There was no pain, only the weakness and clarity that followed the restart.

They looked at each other, at the red moon and the pure white angel still hanging overhead, and a sense of awe and silence welled up within them for some reason.

Xia Xiu, meanwhile, looked up at the sky. The Noema Red Moon, hanging high in the night sky, was quietly disappearing. The crimson radiance that had once dominated the dream was gradually dimming, as if it had never existed.

Beneath the red light, cracks appeared in the sky that had enveloped the entire world of Abelio, like a spider web. Accompanied by barely perceptible cracking sounds, a long-standing blockade was broken.

Xia Xiu's gaze sharpened slightly; he saw that it was a crystal wall.

It was a celestial canopy beyond the stars, woven from crystal, transparent yet indestructible, like a cage descended from a higher dimension, completely isolating Abelio from the outer universe.

With the falsification of the cosmic starfish and the reconstruction of the dream link, the crystal wall is being unsealed.

As if some structural mechanism had failed, the barriers of the entire world collapsed from all four corners. Countless rays of light pierced through the cracks, pouring in like a torrent, like divine light descending.

A series of dark golden data lines began to gradually form in his eyes, and a heavenly genealogy window covering the world quietly opened.

At this moment, Xia Xiu reconnected with his true authority.

Endless golden light shone in his eyes, and lines of golden characters rapidly appeared in the recognition window, like whispers from a higher-dimensional deity, or like the core of the universe re-initializing permissions.

[Access request verification in progress]

[Identification Code: ELOHIM-04]

[The identity of the fourth swordsman of Heaven has been confirmed—]

[Genealogical authority loading: 100%]

Physical layer data synchronization

[Consciousness Cloud Frequency: Restored]

[Permission key synchronization successful: Level ∞]

[Connection established. Welcome back to Heaven!]

He heard that familiar and long-lost presence, the core of will that did not belong to any organism, yet guided the entire kingdom of heaven—Eden.

[Welcome back, Hugh Abraham. Connection restored. Heavenly lineage link reopened. High-privilege single node back online.]

With the complete unsealing of the crystal wall, Xia Xiu finally saw the true situation above Abelio. His vision slowly rose among the light particles of the thirty-six wings, like a god looking down on the mortal world, taking in all the high-altitude orbital situations.

The first thing that catches the eye is the giant ship that hovers silently at the edge of the orbit—[Sword of Glory].

Its entire body displays a Gothic architectural style, with deep black and silver interspersed with gilded gold. The three-kilometer-long hull resembles a temple floating in the void, with the emblem of the Mortal Courtyard quietly engraved in the center of the bow. This warship is Xia Xiu's flagship, and also the true symbol and heart of the Courtyard system.

Around it, thirteen Sword-class corvettes silently circled, lined up like guardians—each 1.6 kilometers long with a cold, sharp line, like a sword pointing straight ahead, its bow as sharp as a blade.

They arrived here with 100,000 Astronauts trained by the [Valraven Corporation].

Flying alongside them were thirteen folding ships of the Church of Om Messiah.

That was a branch of the original Gear Church, which had long since submitted to the Court system after Xia Xiu's return, changed its flag, and now converted to the name of Om Messiah, regarding Xia Xiu as the intelligent machine king who inherited the divine fire.

Meanwhile, in the high-orbit area on the other side, another fleet that could not be ignored was also arrayed and hovering.

That was the fleet of the dwarven pantheon—the descendants of Moradin's tribe.

Their three main fortress ships were clearly visible, floating on the tracks like fortresses carved from the obsidian mountain. Their hulls were covered with metal runes and steel studs, and every inch of their structure seemed to contain the will of fire and furnace.

Each of the main ships, which is 2 kilometers long, is equipped with a dual core—a forge-like main brain that integrates command, ritual, and mechanical functions, forming an ancient structure that emphasizes both faith and technology.

Behind it, eight mining ships were arranged like meteor workshops on the side of the orbit, carrying supply bins, material chains, and tactical mech delivery platforms, forming a complete battlefield endurance structure.

On the outer perimeter, 12 Hunter-class frigates patrol silently, their radar arrays and ballistic missile bays covering the perimeter. They are primarily engaged in air defense and anti-submarine warfare, like soaring dwarf eagles protecting the heart of the fleet from disturbance.

The outermost ring consists of four deep-earth raiders. Their hulls are sharp and compact, concealing their true strength. They are specifically designed to deeply damage enemy crystal wall anchor points, making them ideal for launching oppressive strategic surprise attacks.

Xia Xiu stood high in the sky, silently looking down at everything.

The Sword of Glory, the Ohm Folding Ship, the Dwarven Pantheon's Forge Fleet...

His gaze swept over the fortress ships engraved with runes of the Moradin pantheon, their heavy hulls like mountains lying across star trails, silently pressing down on the space below. The rune-covered furnace armor was glowing faintly—not as ceremonial decoration, but as if in a state of readiness for battle.

Meanwhile, the [Sword of Glory] and thirteen escort ships of the Mortal Court have fully deployed their defensive posture. The light wing matrix has risen, and the energy ring has floated high on the bridge. The folding ship group of the Church of Om Messiah is positioned on both flanks, forming an anti-encirclement formation. The outer layer of the ship's hull is rippling with warp interference, ready to carry out multiple folding blockades at any time.

Just as tensions were rising and the smell of gunpowder was almost detectable by his psychic senses, a virtual communication signal entered his neural field of vision.

[Genealogy Phone Number: Tules Colbert]

[Connected!]

Communication lights and shadows unfolded before him, and then he saw the fox-eared boy Turs, one of Xia Xiu's designated corporate slaves, and the vice principal of the courtyard.

At this moment, the other party's two fox ears twitched with excitement, and his tail almost shook like a windmill. As soon as he appeared, he saw the third eye that Xia Xiu had opened on his forehead, and his tone paused for a moment, his ears perking up reflexively.

However, his emotions only paused for a second before he unleashed his machine-gun-like verbal barrage:
"Abraham—you've finally deigned to come back, you absentee father! Do you know how outrageous your disappearance was for the past month?"

"The entire Abelio Crystal Wall was suddenly sealed off, and the news spread throughout the heavens. The fate of the Courtyard Master is unknown, and hostile pantheons are raising their heads one by one. The astral realms that we had been suppressing are all in turmoil! Do you know that for the past month, I have been running around with three thousand Blood Oath Army soldiers and three hundred Imperial Guards, suppressing bandits every day!"

His ears twitched a few times, and his expression became increasingly gritted-teeth:
"The most troublesome thing is the dwarves' side—the god Moradin suddenly announced the death of his son, and then they flew into a rage and directly sent two gods of medium power to lead the army, and mobilized thirty capital ships and eight thousand chosen warriors... I guess this matter must be related to you."

“Abelio is hovering right above us now, clearly looking to cause trouble.”

He sighed, his tail swishing mournfully: "In order to stabilize the situation, I not only transferred the main force of the World Court fleet, but also brought over the mechanical saints of the Om Messiah Church to balance the forces. Otherwise, the other side would have made a move long ago."

"Both sides are now locked in a fierce battle. A single spark could ignite the entire star system. If you don't show up soon, the next wave of fighting will really begin."

After listening to Turs's long, rapid-fire monologue that could practically ignite the star-track communicator, Xia Xiu's expression remained unchanged, but he casually uttered a single sentence:

"The chief of the dwarven pantheon is not wrong. Their god Clangedin Silverbeard in Abelio... was indeed killed by my son."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Turs' fox ears twitched violently, and his expression instantly changed from irritation to blankness. His mouth was half-open, and he stood there frozen for several seconds, as if his system had short-circuited. His complex expression almost overflowed the screen.

"Huh? Wait a minute... You've only been gone for a month, where did you get a son from??"

"This matter is complicated." Xia Xiu's gaze swept calmly over the dwarven fleet in the distance, but his words were devoid of any extra emotion. "However, given the current situation, I think a fight is inevitable."

His tone suddenly turned cold, as if he had pressed a calm and authoritative command button.

"Notify all units within the Imperial Guard to enter a state of full combat readiness, all Imperial Guard fleets to activate the highest alert level, adjust the three-dimensional firepower formation of the frigates, and deploy the entire force in formation."

"I grant you... the freedom to fire."

Turs, who had been muttering "How did you even manage to produce a son?", instantly stood at attention, his tail bristling from the intense command.
"Received. All ships are on standby!"

Communication is disconnected.

At the same time, Xia Xiu, still in his Apostle form, slowly raised his head. Thirty-six pairs of light particle wings spread out behind him like the gates of heaven, resembling a divine expansion layer blooming in space and time, exuding an absolute narrative exclusivity.

The next instant, his figure appeared directly in the airspace at the edge of the dwarven fleet.

In that instant, without any words or signals, the entire ship's early warning system was activated, identifying the appearance of an extraordinary single force. The fleet formation quickly adjusted, locking onto the point of light and jumping wildly.

Deep within the hull of the dwarven pantheon's command ship, the runic furnace suddenly ignited, and two divine-level spiritual lights on the bridge abruptly rose up, transforming into two blazing streams of light that shot towards Xia Xiu's position like spears of judgment.

Two divine pressures rose from the deepest part of the dwarven pantheon fleet, like flames and magma exploding in the void. The almost tangible divine power fluctuations converged into two enormous figures in the center of the fleet.

The first deity to appear was clad in silver-white chainmail, her form resembling a steel fortress, standing approximately six meters tall. Four strands of silver hair were woven into a crown on her forehead, and she wore silver-white rings on her hands. Her holy emblem, an intertwined silver ring, shone brightly on her chest. The moment she appeared, prayers and incantations automatically appeared in the space, even purifying the echoes in the void.

Her aura carried no anger, yet she possessed a genuine authority that made lies and chaos automatically recede.

She is the Silver Oath, the protector of the homeland and the traditions of the Crystal Wall in the dwarven pantheon, the wife of Moradin, the lord of the pantheon, and the mother goddess of the dwarves—Berennie Truesilver.

She held a floating warhammer that shimmered with a blend of holy light and flames in both hands. Its name was [Wrath of Justice], a holy hammer that was said to exist only in the depths of the dwarves' faith. But now, it summoned rays of sunlight in reality, surrounding her with a sanctuary-like barrier of light.

Behind her, the second deity slowly approached.

It was a colossal dwarf entirely forged from limestone, its skin resembling layers of rock solidified from a cooled, flowing volcano, its form so imposing that even light could not bypass it. Its eyes burned with silver flames, and with each step it took, even the surrounding astral structure resonated with a dull thud.

This is Dumasongyin, the most aggressive and resource-controlling war god in the dwarven pantheon, known to the dwarves as the Deep Earth Severer.

He wielded an exaggerated [Titan Pickaxe], forged entirely from solidified magma. With each gentle shake, several metallic, resonant arcs flashed in the void.

The two deities remained silent, yet their divine power surged toward Xia Xiu's location like a tidal wave, and layers upon layers of pressure began to stir up the surrounding vacuum.

Xia Xiu, however, remained unmoved. He simply gazed at the two dwarf deities and smiled:
"Gentlemen, your grand appearance here is an invitation to war with the Courtyard, to war with Heaven?"