Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1110: Coordinates of the Four Perfect Embryos

After making a lighthearted remark, Xia Xiu returned to the main topic. He looked up at Turs, his tone becoming calm and focused once more:
Did Broly mention what the specific trigger was?

Tulls instinctively straightened his back, his ears twitched slightly, and the fox tail behind him swayed uncontrollably from side to side—his instinctive reaction when he uttered the troublesome keyword.

He carefully considered his words before replying in a low voice:

"We don't have much intelligence at the moment..."

He paused, his gaze shifted slightly, and his voice lowered even further.

"But it seems... to be related to the Blood God."

These four BYD troublemakers again...

The moment Xia Xiu heard that name, he almost reflexively raised his hand and pressed it to his brow, tapping his temple lightly with his knuckles, as if forcibly suppressing some kind of surging agitation back into rationality.

No sooner had he pinned Kondrati, this "confident guy," to the seventh level in Crystal Mansion Two, making the Four Lords of Chaos smugly drag him back to make a Chaos Demon figurine; and then, the name of the Blood God reappeared in the Gray Wilderness, as if deliberately treading on the nerves of Heaven, not intending to let anyone have a moment's peace.

He slowly exhaled, suppressing the sarcastic sneer in his heart, then raised his head to look at Turs standing to the side. His tone returned to its usual calm and restraint, but unconsciously carried a hint of sharpness:
"What is the current battlefield situation in the Gray Wilderness?"

"To which specific stage have we reached?"

Turs' expression immediately turned serious, and his fox ears tucked back slightly, clearly indicating that what he was about to say was not good news.

"The bloody battle... is still ongoing."

He paused, as if sorting through the vast amount of information in his mind—a mixture of mythology, war reports, and unusual academic annotations—before continuing, speaking slowly but with remarkable clarity:
"The Tanaris demons of the abyss and the Zz'ir demons of the nine layers of hell are still waging that endless war of extinction."

"The Gray Wilderness—that is, the Oynos Layer and the banks of the Styx River—remains one of the most intense battlefields of the blood war. The war has torn apart at least three gloomy layers, and souls are repeatedly consumed and shattered, to the point that even reincarnation cannot accept them."

At this point, he paused slightly, then turned to another direction:
"As for what I mentioned earlier... the Persephone dispute."

"It's nearing its end."

Xia Xiu's gaze shifted slightly.

Turs continued, his voice unconsciously carrying a strange sense that "history is being rewritten":
"Just like in the legend, Hades once again abducted Persephone, daughter of Demeter, took her to the underworld, and made her eat four pomegranate seeds."

"It's an ancient and strict symbol of a contract; once it's established, it means she can't completely leave the underworld."

"Demeter was thus plunged into grief and ceased maintaining control over crops and growth. The earth became barren, order collapsed, and the anomaly index of the myriad worlds rose simultaneously at multiple levels."

"Ultimately, the exiled Olympian leader—the informational entity of Zeus—was forced to intervene in the conflict and ordered Hades to release Persephone."

Tulls let out a soft breath, as if stating a conclusion that had been written into the report but seemed absurd no matter how you looked at it:
"But since the pomegranate seed contract has already taken effect, she still has to return to the underworld for three months every year."

Hearing this, Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Olympian gods.

This name has never been simply an ancient myth in the archives of Heaven.

They were once the native gods of the Edisi Federation, supreme beings worshipped, revered, and regarded as symbols of civilization; however, during the War of Independence, they were killed by the Federation's twelve financial giants and the Kingdom of Heaven—not physically destroyed, but completely stripped of their faith foundation and native information anchor in Terra.

In the various popcorn blockbusters and games released by the Federation every year, the Olympian gods are just characters who provide entertainment.

The Olympian gods, who are still active today, retain their names and appearances, but their inner narratives and authority have undergone irreversible changes.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiu asked a question that seemed both casual and as if he had expected it:
"What about the Titans?"

Turs' expression became noticeably serious at that moment.

"...They were released."

He said this in a low but firm tone:
“From Tartarus”.

"As recorded in ancient myths, the Olympian gods, led by Zeus, and the Titans, led by Cronus, waged a ten-year war for control of the universe. In the end, the Olympians were victorious, and the Titans were imprisoned in Tartarus."

"And now, this seal has been broken."

“What a coincidence…” Xia Xiu’s gaze lowered slightly, as if he could see through Turs’ words the ancient narratives being pieced together again in the depths of the gray wilderness.

He continued:

"These guys seem to be planning to repeat the myth, to gather their information body by replicating history time and time again, and to try to pull their already broken authority back to its peak."

He paused, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his tone:
"However, they were defeated too thoroughly back then, and their timeline was broken into pieces, making it impossible to rewind completely. Now, they can only act out whatever comes to mind."

“Use whichever myth is usable first; if any conflict still has residual narrative anchors, pull out and replicate that part first.”

At this point, Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone suddenly became dangerous:

"Moreover, we must always be wary of backlash, otherwise the narrative will backfire as the story unfolds, and what was originally just a plot device will turn into an unmanageable reality."

"For example, they were killed by the Titans, who should have been defeated."

After listening, Turs nodded slowly, his fox ears twitching slightly, clearly familiar with this assessment.

"The same analysis is being done by the Edisi Federation."

He went on to say something that sounded even more pragmatic and hard-edged than before:
“A formal representative sent by the Federation made it clear during the intelligence exchange that they did not want any giant to repeat the same mistake.”

"Whether it's Olympus or the Titans, the attitude of the Edisi Federation is simple—"

Turs raised his eyes, looked at Xia Xiu, and relayed the information word by word:

“Kill them.”

"Before these guys can piece together their story, cut off all possible paths to a comeback."

"We will not give them any chance to return to their peak."

Xia Xiu was not surprised by this.

The enmity between the Edisi Federation and Olympus and the Titans is an old grudge etched into the underlying logic of civilization. The Financial Street was built on the blood of Olympus and the Titans, and they will never hesitate to take advantage of any opportunity to kick someone when they are down.

After a moment's thought, he asked the question:

"Who is the special envoy sent by the Federation this time?"

Turs gave a name without hesitation:
"John K. Hanks, president of the Second Federal Reserve Bank and owner of the financial giant Juno."

After saying that, he added another sentence, as if to emphasize the weight of the name:

"He is currently operating in the Gray Wilderness with Broly."

Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"...They're old acquaintances."

“He personally handed me that ‘golden branch’ back then.”

He looked up at Turs, his tone becoming calm and sharp again:
"So what exactly is his and Broly's goal in going to the Gray Wilderness this time?"

“I know that the Federation is mortal enemies of Olympus and the Titans. The Federation will do anything that can disrupt their plans, even if it means deep cooperation with Heaven.”

"But what I need is—their strategic endpoint this time."

Tulls's fox tail swayed slightly, as if he had been prepared for this question.

"I actually know that."

He looked up, his tone becoming unusually serious:
"Hermes."

"That Olympian giant who shares the same name as the federal think tank."

"The Federation's target is him."

At this point, Turs paused slightly before continuing:
"To achieve this goal, the federal government took the initiative to approach us and offered to cooperate."

"They are willing to provide Broly with all their resources, intelligence, and even intervention at the level of anomalies to help him break the crown."

"And in return—"

Turs looked at Xia Xiu and slowly stated his final condition:

"The Mortal Courtyard needs the Federation's assistance in capturing the giant Hermes."

After listening to Turs' report, Xia Xiu finally sorted out the somewhat chaotic clues in his mind. He was silent for a moment, as if he was quickly deducing the variables on the perpetually dark battlefield of the gray wilderness, before raising his head and speaking in a calm but unquestionable tone:

"I'll handle the Gray Wilderness situation."

When these words were spoken, there were no grand pronouncements, and they even seemed rather ordinary. But Turs knew that it meant that this battlefield, which involved the abyss, hell, ancient gods, and the aftermath of chaos, had been officially brought into the Courtyard Lord's sphere of influence.

He nodded, his fox tail swaying slightly, and then listened attentively to Xia Xiu's instructions for the upcoming mission—intelligence liaison, troop deployment in the courtyard, and the contact boundary with the Edisi Federation. Every detail was arranged clearly, as if he had already rehearsed it repeatedly in his mind.

Afterwards, Xia Xiu turned to have a more private conversation with the nine sons of the Imperial Guard and the son of Shou Gui.

The conversation was not lengthy, but it was extremely information-dense—recently, the First Son of Return has been accepting requests for cooperation from the Blood Oath Legion and the Wolf Pack forces to reclaim several small and medium-sized planes in the myriad realms, with stable and solid results.

As the Primarch has not yet returned to his place, the Bloodsworn Legion is temporarily under the command of Lupercal Abraham. Under the coordination of the First Son, there has been no chaos at the command level.

More importantly, the integration between the First Son and Xia Xiu's direct troops, as well as multiple mobile task forces, far exceeded expectations. They have developed an almost instinctive tacit understanding in terms of tactical rhythm and emergency response.

After hearing this, Xia Xiu's eyes softened for once, and he looked at Lupercal and praised him without reservation.

“Luppercar, you did a good job.”

That short sentence made the boy, who had been keeping a straight face, pause slightly.

Lupercal maintained his usual solemn expression, his back ramrod straight, his tone calm and restrained as he responded. However, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth betrayed his true feelings—not recognition of his military achievements, but affirmation from his father.

The conversation ended quickly, and Xia Xiu told them to go about their business and not to linger.

The nine sons of the Imperial Guard and the son of the First Return bowed to him and took their leave. The sounds of metal and cloaks gradually faded away, and soon the space returned to silence. Only after the last person left did Xia Xiu slowly reach out and grasp the silver cane, walking unhurriedly to the edge of the viewpoint of [Enclave Odpapadopoulos].

His gaze passed over the protective barrier and landed on the vast and desolate ethereal sky outside, where starlight surged like a tide, layer upon layer, as if countless worlds were simultaneously operating, burning, and collapsing.

He stared at it quietly for a long time, then muttered to himself, his tone carrying a barely audible hint of a corporate slave's complaints:
"The myriad realms are as lively as ever, with no shortage of troublesome events."

Suddenly, Xia Xiu's right hand twitched slightly.

It wasn't a deliberate spellcasting action, but rather a kind of "calling" that was already embedded in the personality's instincts. The fingertip gently swept across the void, as if someone had used their fingertip to stir a water mirror sealed by time.

The next instant, the void rippled with fine, restrained waves.

It was not a spatial tremor, nor a surge of ether, but rather the aftershocks of a taboo record that had been compressed, folded, and deliberately suppressed at the bottom of the narrative being briefly unsealed.

The air was silent, yet the soul instinctively tensed, sensing that something unseen was being allowed to exist for a moment.

From within the crack, a scroll slowly emerged.

The dark gold parchment unfurled in the void, its material ancient and heavy. The edges of the scroll had been repeatedly scorched by some kind of black runes, leaving irregular scorch marks. These runes were not writing, but rather more like branding—they refused to be read, yet forced the viewer to understand their danger.

In the center of the scroll, a dark, dull seal hangs silently.

The seal did not reflect any light, as if all the radiance shining upon it would be swallowed up and smoothed out, leaving only an unsettling emptiness, like a demon's eye that was always open, coldly watching all those who tried to take advantage of it.

——【Third Seal - Black Seal】.

Xia Xiu reached out and took it into his palm.

The moment he touched the sealed object, the scroll emitted an extremely faint yet precise pulse that struck the soul level. But this time, the pulse evaporated completely as soon as it touched the edge of Xia Xiu's great spirituality, like a drop of water falling into the blazing sun.

He looked down at the black mark in his palm, his expression calm, even indifferent, then muttered to himself:
"This time... please find me a few more normal, perfect embryos."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped suppressing his [Miracle Rank].

Far away in the seventh layer of the Ether, in the Ebony Realm, the pitch-black sun that had long been embedded in the narrative of its essence suddenly changed.

It was neither an explosion nor a simple flash of light.

It's more like a star undergoing some kind of irreversible physical process.

On the surface of that black sun, layers of dark corona emerged, and a massive gravitational well unfolded outward, like a cosmic eye slowly opening; countless unseen etheric streams were forcibly captured, straightened, and scanned, and the narrative background of the entire universe was dragged into the same frame of reference at this moment.

This is the state of observation of great spirituality.

The blazing, dark sun, like a high-dimensional radar, swept across countless established and uncertain narrative threads, and at this moment, all nodes with the potential to be miraculously adapted could not hide their existence.

The black mark trembled suddenly under the blazing sun.

One, two, three, four...

Four points of light appeared one after another in Xia Xiu's perception.

They are not bright, but they are exceptionally stable, like knots left after being repeatedly polished by fate, so clear as to be almost blinding in the vast and boundless coordinate network of the myriad worlds.

Xia Xiu raised his head, examining the superimposed projection of these four coordinates from a higher-dimensional perspective, and softly recited their directions:

"What a coincidence, Gray Wilderness... one."

"The Garden of Joseph in the Realm of Heroes".

"The Heavenly Mountain of Seven Hills Paradise".

"And... the mechanical realm of clockwork rebirth."

Four coordinates, four perfect embryos.

Four independent narrative threads, all pointing to the possibility of the original genome.

Xia Xiu's eyes flickered slightly. He didn't rush into action but quickly weighed the options in his mind.

He is no longer acting in a single point; he has already achieved the transformation of three beings into one thought. Combined with his own physical body, this means that he can simultaneously launch substantial interventions at four coordinate points, instead of having to make choices as in the past.

The real issue is actually about choices.

—Where is the original body going?

—The colossal statue bestowed by God, where should it be placed?

His gaze lingered for a moment on the coordinates of the gray wilderness, then he gently shook his head.

“Broly is already there, as well as the second president of the Federal Bank… If I go there in person now, it will only be a waste of resources.”

There, the intervention of the ontology is no longer a key variable, but rather a repetitive superposition.

Thoughts quickly converged at that moment, and a decision was formed.

Xia Xiu raised his hand, his gaze returning to the blazing black sun within the ebony layer, his tone calm yet decisive:
"Leave the gray wilderness to Prometheus."

The moment his words fell completely, deep within the [Enclave Odpapadopoulos] dock, the Evangelistic Machine, which should have been in a state of silent waiting, suddenly lit up.

The long-dormant circuits within the machine simultaneously illuminated, and streams of light, interwoven with silver and dark gold, slowly spread along the gaps in the armor, like blood flowing back into the long-dormant divine body for the first time.

Immediately afterwards, the three-wheeled mechanical crown behind it began to rotate.

The runes on the crown lit up one by one, and the concepts of order, stealing fire, and the end were rearranged at this moment, forming a clear and calm logic of action.

The next instant, Prometheus took his first step.

Without any operator boarding the cabin or any external command input, its actions are entirely driven by a single thought.

The hundred-meter-tall divinely bestowed colossus automatically adjusted its attitude in the dock, calibrating its center of gravity, deploying its thrusters, and deactivating its energy level threshold. The entire process was completed in a matter of seconds, so fast that the alchemical angels responsible for maintenance didn't even have time to issue a warning.

They could only stare wide-eyed as this machine, which should have been controlled by Om Messiah himself, acted autonomously.

Then, the space was torn apart.

The stable ether layer at depth 5 was forcibly pried open directly in front of Prometheus, revealing a narrow, vertical crack. Its edges, like glass molten at high temperatures, slowly curled outwards. Deep within the crack lay an even more somber and chaotic ether layer, where the light seemed to have been drained, leaving only a distorted flow of dark light.

The coordinates of the gray wilderness have been locked.

Without hesitation, Prometheus ignited its thrusters at full power, transforming its massive form into a shooting star trailing a silvery-white tail as it plunged straight down, passing through the rift and disappearing into the deeper ether.

The crack slowly closed after it passed through, leaving behind only lingering shockwaves in the dock and a group of workers who were still in shock.

For Xia Xiu, all of this was simply the natural result of his decision.

He stood still, his gaze no longer fixed on the direction where Prometheus had disappeared, but quickly shifting to two other coordinates that were still awaiting a decision.

"Hero's Domain..."

He repeated the name in a low voice, his tone carrying a rare hint of seriousness.

"The homeland of the Aswanar gods. Like Olympus and the Titans, it is the private domain of ancient gods who were banished from Terra."

His gaze narrowed slightly as the outline of that realm appeared in his mind—a place where gods stood side by side, bloodlines and destinies intertwined, and divine authority had not yet completely collapsed.

"The origin of the Rainbow Bridge is also there."

He pondered for a moment, then made a decision.

“I will go to this place myself.”

Before the words were even finished, the decision was made.

Xia Xiu's gaze shifted to the remaining two coordinates.

"The Heavenly Mountain of Seven Hills Paradise".

His tone returned to its usual calm: "High density of divinity, stable belief structure."

He raised his hand and waved lightly.

"Let the Holy Machines be sent to this place."

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the dock, the still-brand-new Summoning Mechanism slowly lit up.

The light patterns on the surface of the machine unfolded one by one like pages of a holy book, the structure hidden beneath the armor began to unlock, the cherubim authority was awakened, and the concepts of flame and radiance condensed into a materialized field around the machine.

The rift reopened, heading straight for the Seven Hills of Paradise.

Finally, Xia Xiu's gaze settled on the last coordinate.

"The mechanical realm of clockwork rebirth".

It was a world composed of causal gears and time loops, where everything was the result of precise calculations, and it was one of the outer planes with the most pronounced mechanical style.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Now all that's left is the Holy Judgment Mech, and we have no other choice."

The moment the command was given, the twelve folding metal shards on the back of the Holy Judgment Mech simultaneously unfolded in the dock, like metal wings frozen in the void. The core of the Judgment Logic operated at high speed, and the chaotic remnants were completely isolated, leaving only a cold and precise will to execute.

The third fissure has opened.

Three colossal statues bestowed by the gods, three completely different routes, set off simultaneously.

Xia Xiu, standing still, completed his final arrangements in the brief silence.

He raised his head and looked into the unlit Heroic Realm deep within the Etheric Sky. His eyes were calm, yet they subtly revealed a sharp edge that indicated he was about to personally step into the realm of gods.

With multiple fronts unfolding, the Ivy League war has truly entered an accelerated phase.