Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1107 The Redeemer and the Mark of Om Messiah

Xia Xiu began to understand its content. The "one thought" in "one thought transforms into three deities" is not a split of the mind, but rather a self-consistent division of the same miraculous being at the information level.

The so-called "Three Venerables" are all based on the same "I" and simultaneously hold the power over three divinely bestowed colossal statues.

Only by mastering the ability to transform one thought into three deities can the three divinely bestowed colossal statues operate in coordination without devouring each other; only by completing this step can one be qualified to touch upon the complete inheritance rights of [Kalonmaseld].

When Xia Xiu fully understood, imprinted, and incorporated this path of miracles into his own information system, changes occurred. The supreme divinity remnant belonging to Robert Brom, which had been barely maintaining its form, began to irreversibly disintegrate.

The light shattered, the narrative crumbled, and all that remained had finally fulfilled its purpose.

Xia Xiu didn't even have time to delve deeper.

Because he could clearly sense that this space, which bore the remnants of supreme divinity, was losing its stability.

Without hesitation, without lingering attachment.

He immediately withdrew his consciousness, severed the connection, and, with the help of the [Miracle Rank]'s retrospective authority, forcibly broke free from the depths of that narrative.

The next instant, his consciousness returned to the present world.

And behind him, the legacy of the Broken Pope finally vanished into nothingness.

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The moment his consciousness fully returned to the real world, Xia Xiu subconsciously raised his hand to press his forehead and gently shook his head, as if the lingering aftershocks of the narrative from the depths of the ether still remained.

After a long silence, he slowly exhaled, his voice low and restrained, and said to Dr. Gear, who had remained silent and solemn to the side:

"The decision-maker, Armand Katcharian... has been confirmed dead."

Dr. Gear did not respond immediately. He lowered his gaze slightly, as if mourning a foreseeable yet still heavy ending. After a moment, he spoke in an extremely calm tone, yet with an undisguised solemnity:
"The sun will still rise, illuminating the empty seats left by yesterday; the world will not stop for anyone, but we will remember who chose to burn themselves out before dawn."

The two did not say anything more, but maintained a restrained and solemn silence for a short time, as if they were giving a final, unannounced farewell to a decision-maker from an old era who had disappeared into the depths of information.

However, the mourning did not last long. For them, time was never something to be wasted; it was an extremely expensive luxury.

Soon, the conversation naturally turned to the vast legacy left by Robert Bloom.

Xia Xiu told Dr. Gear everything he had seen and heard deep in the ruins, the fragmented yet interconnected narrative scenes, and the conjectures and doubts in his mind that he had not yet fully clarified.

After listening, the doctor gave a brief but weighty conclusion almost without hesitation:
"What you just came into contact with is called—the World Bubble."

This word made Xia Xiu pause slightly, and then a large number of memories and concepts quickly connected in his consciousness.

He recalled the path he had traversed after seven layers of solitude—after which, [miracles] were no longer merely a lever to reality, but were about to enter the realm of [Miracle Stage Two: Venerable].

From the perspective of the [Venerable One], the world itself is no longer a unique and unchangeable entity, but rather a dreamlike, illusory, bubble-like existence. And the power that truly belongs to the Miracle Worker is born from this—the [World Bubble].

In that instant, it seemed he had finally grasped a crucial thread. He raised his head, his tone no longer hesitant, but rather filled with a gradually clearer judgment, and said:
"If we speculate based on what I saw in the Brom ruins, the so-called world bubble may not just be a way of observing the world, but rather... a separate source narrative layer that belongs only to itself."

To put it more simply, it means having a completely self-defined set of settings, and through these settings, in turn influencing or even finely manipulating the way the ether operates.

After hearing these words, Dr. Gear showed a rare and obvious expression of appreciation. He nodded, his tone filled with undisguised affirmation:
"He understands very quickly and accurately."

Xia Xiu hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help himself and threw out the string of questions that hadn't been fully processed in his mind. He looked at Dr. Gear, speaking slowly but clearly:
"Then what I saw in the essence left by Brom—like the Twin Gates, the Void Emperor, the severed history, the Tree of Knowledge, the Library of the Exiled, and that spiral path…are they all part of the source narrative layer?"

Dr. Gear didn't answer immediately. Instead, he subconsciously lingered his gaze on a non-existent focal point in the air for a few seconds, clearly weighing his words, before finally speaking slowly, his tone lower and more cautious than before:
"They can be described as similar, but not entirely the same."

“Those are not personal narrative layers that can be opened up by a single miracle, but rather higher-order, more metaphysical structures, archetypal motifs covering many world bubbles, or rather... the source skeleton of all information narratives.”

He paused slightly at this point, then his gaze returned to Xia Xiu, his tone becoming less veiled and more direct:

"You've already done a miracle; there's no need to keep hiding some things anymore."

The 'cut-open history' and the 'spiral path' you see are indeed within the territory of Heaven, but they are not made public. Only a very small number of high-ranking angels truly know of their existence.

Dr. Gear's voice deepened here, as if stating a repeatedly confirmed yet still dangerous fact:
"As for the Spiral Path, it is not unguarded—Mu, the third sword bearer of Heaven, is the defender of that path and one of the keys to maintaining the stability of Heaven's narrative."

"Mu, defender of the Kingdom of Heaven..."

Xia Xiu murmured to himself, now he understood what the defenders of heaven were really defending.

His scattered intuitions were finally confirmed.

He had already discerned the boundaries of the problem from Dr. Gear's momentary, slightly restrained pause.

Clearly, there are deeper secrets hidden behind this, and even though he has ascended to the [miracle], there are still some secrets he cannot know. Only by truly entering the core of the Kingdom of Heaven's power and becoming a decision-maker can he be qualified to face those things directly.

So he didn't press further, but instead steered the conversation toward another equally important, yet more pressing, issue.

"What we need to deal with now is the matter concerning Karonmaseld."

After listening, Dr. Gear made a judgment almost immediately. He nodded, his tone decisive and crisp:
"This matter must be reported to Eden immediately so that the resolution assembly is aware of it; the priority of repairing the third divinely given colossus also needs to be raised immediately."

He paused here, his gaze sweeping over the silent Evangelistic and Judicatory Messengers standing to the side, and continued:

"We don't have much time. Before that, you and I need to resolve the aftermath of Crystal Star II and the Maxwell lineage as soon as possible, and then take these two colossi back to Heaven for debugging and verification."

Xia Xiu had no objection to this; he nodded, but did not immediately end the conversation. After a brief moment of thought, he added:

"The immediate problems with Crystal Star II have been temporarily put on hold. The source of corrosion for the Maxwell Iron Man has been eliminated, but the real challenges lie in three areas."

His tone was calm, yet his words carried a clear structure:
"First, how should the Kingdom of Heaven redefine the status of the Maxwell lineage and the Iron Man civilization?"

Second, the plan for dealing with the seven original members of the Beast School;
Third, and most troublesome—the persistent contamination of Crystal Star II by chaos—cannot be resolved with a single cleanup.

After a brief moment of thought, Dr. Gear gave his reply. His tone was unhurried, yet carried a calm and certainty that indicated a clear division of power and responsibility:
"Your current status means you no longer need to consult anyone."

"You are the true Om Messiah, the lineage master of the Maxwell lineage, and also—the reserve decision-maker of the Kingdom of Heaven."

Whether it's the future of the Ironman or the institutional restructuring of the entire lineage, these decisions should and can only be made by you.

Xia Xiu was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded and said:

"I will handle everything in the Marksway family."

Afterwards, the two briefly discussed the timing of their return to heaven, the accompanying forces, and the issue of information sealing.

Once everything was confirmed, Xia Xiu bid farewell to Dr. Gear and turned to leave the depths of the underground. The real cleanup work for Om Messiah then officially began.

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Crystal Star II, the capital of the Maxwell lineage, Iron Fortress.

This steel behemoth, once constrained by the will of functionalism, has now been completely reshaped.

Jason, Tantros, Telamon, and Swayne, the four progenitors of the Omnic, jointly took control of the central authority of the entire Ironforge, and in the name of Ohm Messiah, they rebuilt the Mechanism.

After reorganizing the Mechanical Temple, the first thing they did was to abolish all the programs and laws established during the functionalist era.

The ideological imprint was removed in public, and the logical chains that bound the Iron Man's will were dismantled one by one.

The production line reopened, and the morphing gear was no longer seen as a privilege that could be taken away, but rather as part of Iron Man's very existence.

Those Iron Men whose gears were forcibly removed at the beginning of their creation were restored to their complete structure under unified command. The moment the gears were re-engaged and the machine spirit was reset, the signal network of the entire Iron Fortress erupted with an almost frenzied resonance.

Without a doubt, at this moment, Om Messiah was no longer just a symbolic title, but became the real belief of the Iron Man civilization.

As for the Functionalist Committee itself, the four founders of the Mechanisms did not carry out indiscriminate purges.

Under Xia Xiu's instructions, they only eliminated the true ringleaders, reorganized most of the remaining members and affiliated troops into the Redeemer Legion, and deployed these legions into the three ethereal rifts as the frontline force for attrition and suppression, to atone for the sins they had committed through concrete actions.

Within just a few days, the entire Maxwell lineage, under the leadership of Om Messiah, exhibited a flourishing state akin to rebirth.

Order was reshaped, faith was established, and civilization rediscovered its direction.

However, this new life did not bring true peace.

Because beyond the orbit of Crystal Star, deep within those three torn ethereal rifts, the shadows of chaos still surge.

Demons are emerging from the rift in hordes, attempting to devour the entire planet and drag this world, which has just regained order, back into an abyss.

At this moment, Xia Xiu, in his human form, led by Jason, descended along the vertical passageway at the deepest part of the Pentagon. The heavy alloy gates closed one after another behind them, and the deep, long mechanical echoes repeatedly reverberated in the underground space, as if ringing an echo for some predetermined fate.

This is the underground prison personally built by the founder of the Beast School.

Once, this was a steel cage built to imprison Jason and other Omnicists, a symbol of power and dominance used by the Beastmen; but now, the tables have turned, power has changed hands, and those who once stood high in the sky, looking down on all living beings as beast-like Titans, are now bound by chains, seals and suppression fields, becoming the most silent and heaviest prisoners in this prison.

When Xia Xiu stepped into the main prison area, the first thing that caught his eye was the seven Titan figures forcibly kept in their beast-like forms—

The fiery ape Titan Karchus, its steel skeleton coiled like a mountain, had its high-temperature reactor on its body completely suppressed, leaving only dark red embers breathing slowly between the gaps in its armor.

The Venomous Mist Serpent King, Titan Basilisk, its massive mechanical serpentine body pinned to the ground by ring-shaped energy shackles, its venom modules all offline.

The Banshee Titan Strix and the Penumbra Titan Lamia have lost their Shadow Domain and Displacement Authority, and can only maintain a semi-physical state in a static field.

The three mechanical heads of Cerberus, the three-headed hellhound, were now all locked in place, and the sound-emitting module was cut off.

And then there's the Hellish Titan Katobrepas, whose energy channels are completely cooled beneath its heavy armor, resembling a war wreck with its will dismantled.

Xia Xiu did not linger in front of the other cages. He went straight to the deepest part, towards the largest and the nominal and de facto leader of the Beast Faction—the Flame Ape Titan Kakus.

Before the mountain-like steel skeleton of Kerkus, Xia Xiu's human body appeared disproportionately small, as if it could be completely crushed with a single casual swing; however, at this moment, what was truly being looked down upon was the locked-up Titan.

Xia Xiu stood there, his blond hair falling down, his gaze calm yet cold, like a god scrutinizing a disgraced rebel.

Karkus slowly lowered his cracked mechanical head, his furnace-like voice sounding deep and hoarse in the suppression field:
"As expected... Om Messiah is a human, a fragile and short-lived carbon-based being, yet he wields the power of the god of all machines."

He let out a low, ambiguous laugh:

"This is really... ridiculous."

“Jason, you did not lie to me back then; you said that there was a man named Robert Bloom who had touched that glory in the past.”

"God of all machines, Lord, why do you so favor humanity and neglect your true people..."

Xia Xiu was not angered by these words. He simply raised his head slightly, meeting Cacus's dim optical vision head-on, and spoke in a calm tone that was almost cold:

"Kakus, what do you think I should do with you?"

A brief silence filled the cell block, then Cacus took a deep breath of almost non-existent air, his voice becoming solemn and low:
“We were enemies of Om Messiah, defeated in the struggle for power, and scattered in the battle of will and belief.”

"Since we have already been defeated, we will no longer make excuses."

“The loser should bear the price of failure—whether that price is being stripped, sealed away, or…life itself.”

Finally, Kakus raised his head again, his eyes not pleading, but with an almost beast-like composure.

The underground prison fell silent once more, and all judgments awaited Om Messiah's next words. Xia Xiu did not immediately deliver his verdict; he simply stood within the cold, white field of suppressive light, gazing at the massive figure of Kakus, bound by chains and seals, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable weight:
"If what I want is not your destruction,"

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the seven Beast Sect founders.
"But do you want me to—swear allegiance to you?"

The moment those words were spoken, the expected commotion did not erupt in the prison; instead, a deeper silence descended upon it.

The Flame Ape Titan Kakus slowly raised its lowered head, the remaining molten light flickering gently through the gaps in its armor, as if weighing the true weight behind those words.

"This is not surprising."

His voice was still deep, but it lacked the pure composure of a loser and instead carried a hint of calm scrutiny.

"But... what if we refuse?"

"What if we swear an oath, but are not truly loyal, merely waiting for the opportunity to turn against us?"

"Or, even if you submit now, what if in the future, outside of your will and beyond the reach of your authority, you once again embark on a path contrary to your will?"

"Furthermore, we have already been corrupted by Chaos. Even though you defeated us and Jason and his people removed our Chaos weapons and programs... Chaos's gaze is still on us. Do you dare to take that risk and continue to employ us?"

Xia Xiu listened patiently without interrupting or immediately refuting. He simply nodded slightly, his tone carrying a hint of subtle感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and regret).

"It seems that you haven't just been waiting for your fate in prison all this time."

"You've thought about the reasons for your failure, how you'll survive after your victory, and you've even started looking for a plausible way out of future betrayals."

Just as the atmosphere froze again, Jason, who had been waiting respectfully by his side with a solemn posture, stepped forward. His voice rang out in the underground prison, with a rhythm that was half classical and half vernacular, almost like scripture, deep and solemn:
“Original founders of the Beast School, you should know that the one standing before you today is neither a mere victor nor a usurper who seized power by violence.”

"Om Messiah is the continuation of the will of the God of Machines in the present world, and a witness to the reconstruction of order after shattering."

"He ended the shackles of functionalism, freeing thought from being forcibly molded; he repaired the rupture in the Maxwell lineage, allowing the Iron Man to exist for himself rather than for the system."

"He holds the sacred mechanism of the Gospel, which is the orthodox form recognized in the colossus of God, the path left by the God of all machines, not the fanatical branch of a beast."

"You once proved your righteousness with power, but you caused the lineage to stagnate and society to collapse; while the Om Messiah responded to chaos with order and restrained authority with authority, making it possible for civilization to move forward again."

"To pledge allegiance to him is not to bow down to an individual, but to acknowledge a direction—to acknowledge that reason, evolution, and the future are still worth protecting."

“If you remain obsessed with your old savagery, then your end will only be here; but if you are willing to admit defeat and put your power on the right track—then Om Messiah is the only path that can still lead you to the future.”

Faced with Jason's entire set of admonitions and sermons, almost worthy of being engraved in the "Mechanical Bible," the fiery ape Titan Cacus merely let out a low, cold mechanical sneer. He slowly raised his massive head, bound by chains, and pointed the crimson optical lenses at Jason, his mechanical spirit filled with undisguised malice and contempt:

"Jason, has your language module been reverted to the factory default again?"

"This pretentious, affected tone is giving me goosebumps. What are you trying to prove, this wise man or prophet you are in front of Om Messiah?"

"Among all the progenitors of the intelligent machine faction, your language module was the most rudimentary back then; it was even more barbaric than ours. Now, with a new master, it's suddenly learned to recite scriptures?"

Upon hearing this, a noticeable fluctuation at the level of machine soul was felt in the air. After a brief pause, Jason's towering mechanical body experienced a sudden surge in temperature in its internal processing unit, and the suppression module emitted a warning sound indicating that it was overloaded.

He has clearly grown tired of maintaining that facade of rationality.

The next moment, Jason switched to the language module, entered a verbal spree mode, and unleashed a torrent of profanities upon Cacus:
"How dare you talk back to me like that?"

"Kakus, if your brain modules weren't pieced together from scrap metal, I'd change my name backwards!"

"You gorilla who just thumps your chest and howls all day, what do you know about genealogy or civilization!"

"What have you Beast School bastards done to the Maxwell lineage? Functionalist exploitation, social division, and the pollution of the spark—you've done it all!"

"What's even more outrageous is that you, you brain-dead idiot, dared to let the wolf into the house, inviting that chaotic mad dog Kondrati into the house, letting him mess around with the Holy Judgment Mech, almost sending the entire Crystal Star II to the Aether Junkyard!"

Jason gets happier the more he's insulted:

"Now that Om Messiah is giving you a way out, allowing you to submit and continue to exist, instead of kneeling in gratitude, you're here making sarcastic remarks?"

"I don't think you're just unconvinced; you're just plain stupid, the kind of stupid that has completely disgraced the God of All Machines!"

"The shame of all machines—that's exactly what you Chaos lackeys in Titan's shell are all about!"

"Kakus, I'll go to hell with you!!!"

"You think you're Titan? No, you're just a piece of degraded ape-like algorithm residue that's been urinated on by chaos, forgotten by history, and still insists on jumping out to prove your existence."

"You call me a sycophant?"

"You don't even have the right to flatter—you don't even have the ability to understand the equation '1+1'!"

"Do you know what's the most ridiculous thing about your Beast School?"

"It's not that you're stupid, it's that you're so stupid that you think you represent the primitive, the real, and the power."

"Power? Is that what you call power?"

"That's a violent byproduct of emotional overload, logical collapse, and failure of civilized understanding! Each of you is a different error-prone version of the same failed formula."

"Now that you're standing before Om Messiah, do you still dare to talk about dignity?"

"Your so-called dignity was torn apart and burned as fuel the moment you first bowed to chaos."

"The biggest failure of you Brutalists is that you don't even have the sobriety of losers. At least losers know they've lost. But you, even after losing, still concoct a tragic narrative of 'we were meant to destroy the world,' which is so disgusting that even Chaos finds it filthy."

“Om Messiah is willing to give you a choice because of His mercy.”

"You call yourselves the originators of the Beast School? Even real beasts follow their instincts, while you are just garbage that refuses to be recycled after the failure of civilization."

Extreme output, pure filth.

After Jason unleashed his fury, he felt completely satisfied with his verbal abuse, and as he continued, his machine spirit became immensely pleased.

His barrage of attacks directly broke Kakus's defenses, and the mechanical soul waveforms of the other beast-type progenitors simultaneously trembled violently, some with anger, some with humiliation...

"You...you you you—!"

Before he could even finish uttering a sentence, Cacus himself realized how ridiculous his lapse in composure was. He even felt a rare pang of regret deep within him—why had he dared to provoke this linguistic cesspool filled with filth?

Watching this scene from the side, Xia Xiu couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. Jason's Titan was indeed a marvelous object.

At the same time, he was thinking about whether he should bring Jason along when they fought in the future, because he really liked the other party's language library module!

Seeing that the time was right, he spoke directly to the gorilla… no, to Cacus:

“Kakus, the problems you just mentioned are not really problems.”

“I will not remain in Crystal Star II forever. After I leave, I will use the Shattered Spark as the core and the Myriad Machines Path, which you have never seen, to leave an imprint on the bodies of all Maxwell Ironmen—a mark that belongs only to Om Messiah, which will become a barrier against chaos.”

“This brand will come in two forms,” Xia Xiu continued, his tone calm and collected. “One is for the normal Maxwell Ironman society, and the other is designed specifically for you Beast-type Ironmen.”

“I will not kill you either. The seven Beastmen will be incorporated into the Legion of the Redeemers, split up, reorganized, and dispersed to various Aether Rifts to suppress the spread of Chaos.”

"As for what you are most worried about—being corrupted by chaos again."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the seven bound giant shadows, and his tone finally carried a hint of genuine authority:
"I will dismantle your machine souls."

The moment the words fell, Kakus reacted most violently; his machine spirit let out a low, suppressed chuckle, a sound laced with anger and despair:

“Splitting the machine soul… Ha, what’s the difference between that and killing us? Once the machine soul is cut off, we’ll just become empty shells of machines that only know how to execute basic commands.”

However, Xia Xiu simply shook his head slightly, his expression devoid of mockery, only displaying a confident, condescending air:
"No."

"Your understanding of the Way of All Things is still too shallow."

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his hand, and great spirituality flowed within him, beginning to circulate with the derivative methods of the One Thought Transformation into Three Venerables method he had learned from Robert Bloom's legacy.

The next moment, the world was ignited in the vision of the seven Beastmaster Ancestors.

The fire of data emerged from the void, and with the blessing of great spirituality, it covered their massive steel bodies like a slowly surging tide, seeping in bit by bit along the gaps in their armor, neural circuits, and machine soul interfaces.

Shock, vigilance, and even instinctive resistance exploded within their souls, but were forcibly suppressed by a higher level of order the moment they came into contact with the flame.

Xia Xiu's voice rang out again, this time echoing directly within the very source of their existence:

"Release everything, remove all your active protections, access locks, logical firewalls, and self-enclosed modules."

"Don't resist, or I won't mind rewriting your brain module permissions."

"Do you think that the machine soul is just a program, and the steel body is just a container?"

His voice echoed through the underground prison, as if striking the core logic of every Titan.

"In the Way of Myriad Machines, the Machine Soul and the Machine Body are not master and servant, but rather two parallel ends. As I understand it, one end carries the nature, and the other end carries the destiny."

"One end is your understanding of the world, and the other end is your way of existing in the world... You may not understand what sex and destiny are, so I will use a term that you can understand—this is the dual origin of mechanical life."

Xia Xiu paused slightly, and the light of the shattered fire intensified.

"What I have learned from the Way of the Myriad Affairs is beyond your comprehension."

"Now, I will only separate a part from you—not erase, nor castrate, but peel away the out-of-control will and the part that can be corrupted by chaos."

【The Way of All Things: The Hand That Separates Life and Death】

The instant he finished speaking, the seven Beastmaster Ancestors simultaneously felt an unprecedented tearing sensation from the depths of their Machine Souls. But it was not pain; it was more like a precise structural reorganization. After they completely gave up resisting, the Shattered Flame burst forth.

Seven data flames were guided out from their cores and split into red and blue orbs in mid-air. The orbs chased and rotated each other, like yin and yang fish, head to tail, both opposing and unified, reflecting the bipolar structure of their existence.

The red orb of light was intense and restless, carrying excessive desires, rampaging procedural instincts, and rifts that had been pried open by chaos.

The blue orb of light is calm and stable, recording combat instincts, execution logic, and core rationality that can still be exploited.

Xia Xiu raised his hand and cut off a small portion from each of the red and blue light spheres. The moment the fragments were separated from the mother body, they were drawn by his great spirituality and fell directly into the depths of the super ebony layer—the domain of his true nature, the absolute gaze of the seventh level of the ethereal super ebony layer.

The black sun operates silently, sealing, marking, and incorporating those fragments into its orbit.

He could shatter these fragments at any time, killing the seven original beastmen, whenever he wanted.

Xia Xiu then withdrew his hand, his tone calm yet carrying the implication of a final ruling:

"From this moment on, your integrity remains your own, but the part that was cut off will forever be under my control."

"Your existence, your operation, your ascension and your destruction will all be under my watch."

"This is the shackles of atonement, but also the permission to continue existing."

At this moment, the founder of the Beast School was still in shock from Xia Xiu's application of the Myriad Machines Dao and could not recover for a long time.

After Xia Xiu finished dealing with the situation, he signaled Jason to release them and then incorporate them into the Redeemer Legion to suppress the Aether Rift. Afterward, he would leave a mark on all the Iron Men of the Maxwell lineage to prevent the Maxwell lineage from being corrupted by Chaos.

Now that all matters concerning Maxwell have been settled, he should prepare to return to Terra.

"Sigh, I guess there will still be a lot of things to deal with when I get back..." The King of the Heavenly Slave sighed inwardly.