Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1128 The Threshold of the [Venerable One].

Surrounded by the sons of Abraham, a divine structure that had long existed but remained incomplete was suddenly completed within Xia Xiu's body.

It wasn't a sudden arrival, but rather like a long-awaited puzzle piece finally fitting back into place at the right moment—the part of divinity belonging to Metatron, at the instant the five perfect embryos gathered, was drawn back by cause and effect and bloodline.

The divine authority, which was originally scattered, suppressed, and dismantled into countless authority modules, is now being rekindled like light returning to its nest, illuminating the veins of the great spirituality once more.

This is not the end, but it is a very clear milestone.

On the path of the [Selfless One], Xia Xiu was originally climbing upwards step by step, but when the fifth son of Abraham returned, the path seemed to be forcibly injected with additional thrust—not acceleration, but leap.

With his cognition, authority, and capacity all rising simultaneously, his state of being underwent multiple self-consistent reconstructions in a very short period of time, as if he had boarded a train that soared straight into the sky, reaching the limit of the current stage with almost no delay.

At the same time, the changes did not only happen to him alone.

Wherever they were, Vulcan, Manun, Fenrir, Lionel, and their other brothers still fighting all felt a jolt in their hearts at the same time.

It wasn't external pressure, nor was it divine indoctrination; rather, it was an extremely subtle feeling of being resonated with—something, in a distant yet constant place, gently nodded to them.

Deep within their consciousness, the image of that pitch-black sun simultaneously surfaced.

It is not visible, yet incredibly clear; it is not called out, yet impossible to ignore.

Beyond bloodline, soul, and existence itself, a deeper, more abstract structure was quietly connected, as if a hidden law that already existed in the universe had finally found its anchor in them.

A faint gravitational pull extended from that dark sun, traversing planes and distances, and gently settled upon each of Abraham's sons.

If they are willing, and if they concentrate even slightly, that gravitational force will respond.

They could vaguely determine the direction of the sun, and at the same instant, they could perceive each other's presence—not through language, not through images, but through an almost instinctive sense of confirmation.

The bond between the brothers was strengthened once again.

Just then, a voice rang out simultaneously in everyone's consciousness.

"Do you believe in gravity?"

The moment the sound faded, the change occurred.

It wasn't an infusion of external force, nor a sudden blessing, but rather more like a door that had always existed being gently pushed open a crack. For the first time, they truly shared the power from one of their father's three incarnations—Sisyphus.

They quickly found a name for this force—the homeostatic force.

Its most direct manifestation is not a destructive outburst, but rather a subtle intervention in its relationship with the outside world.

With a slight thought, Abraham's son's body shifted extremely briefly yet precisely, as if space itself was allowed to yield a small step; with focused will, the surrounding objects were pulled, pushed, and suspended by an invisible force field. The movements were not violent, but they were almost coldly stable.

This is a force that is the exact opposite of chaos.

"Calm down emotional fluctuations and return to tranquility."

"Stay away from ignorance and folly, and follow wisdom."

"Eliminate chaotic desires and find peace."

"Dispel disorder and riots, and return to harmony."

"Through all death, from eternity."

Every sentence makes no mention of those four troublemakers, yet every sentence is a direct reference to them.

At the same time, Xia Xiu's great spirituality began to surge.

The Ophiuchus Protocol—the ultra-high-dimensional architecture originally used to constrain, dismantle, and rearrange miracle permissions—is undergoing changes that are invisible to the naked eye but are enough to shake the very foundations of the universe.

The originally tight, geometric protocol structure began to show redundancy, the protocol capacity began to expand, and new placeholders, new empty slots, and new logical interfaces were silently generated.

Almost subconsciously, Xia Xiu followed this change and began to ascend to a higher dimension.

In that instant, his perspective was forcibly raised.

In his eyes, the world had lost its solid boundaries; all things ceased to exist, and instead resembled bubbles floating in the endless deep sea.

Cities, dimensions, civilizations, rules... they are nested and reflected in each other, like a dream within a dream, or like layers of bubbles on the surface of water, fragile and easily broken, yet achieving self-consistency in the instant of shattering.

The rules are no longer ironclad.

In his field of vision, they appeared as translucent patterns, some clear, some blurry, some in the process of forming, and some already aged and peeling off, like a thin film attached to the surface of the world bubble. If the angle was right, the underlying structure could be seen.

At this moment, Xia Xiu clearly realized that he had touched the threshold of the [Venerable One].

The achievement of collecting all five perfect embryos is not merely about reclaiming bloodlines, adding power, or expanding one's faction; what it truly unlocks is a crucial field of vision—the "miracle black hole field of vision."

This is a prerequisite for accommodating the "world bubble".

The pitch-black sun still hung in an unreachable place, but at this moment, its gravity had begun to truly affect reality.

As Xia Xiu's consciousness faded, a genuine sense of surprise welled up inside him.

Reaching the level of "Venerable One" was not unexpected for him, but the speed and smoothness of his arrival still exceeded even the most rational estimates.

He knew very well that collecting all the perfect embryos would trigger an achievement-oriented feedback, but he didn't expect that the feedback would be so generous, almost pushing the progress bar of the [Selfless] path forward by a huge margin.

"No wonder the four monarchs were staring at these children like mad dogs."

Xia Xiu silently commented to himself, his tone devoid of much emotion. Looking back from his current perspective, the struggles, conspiracies, and schemes surrounding the perfect embryo seemed perfectly natural—such a massive investment and such an exaggerated potential return would be something no entity would easily relinquish.

As he marveled, his gaze did not linger on his own changes, but naturally drifted toward the churning sea in the distance.

At this moment, the ocean surface had completely lost the concept of calm. Giant waves were being stirred up and torn apart, as if some restless will was repeatedly churning the skeleton of the ocean.

Hafgufa's massive, island-like body tumbled on the water's surface, each movement creating a towering wall of water that blotted out the sky. Opposite it stood Fenrir, who had already merged with Hafgufa.

Originally, Fenrir was simply relying on his Blood God Battle Qi to engage in the most primitive and savage struggle with this ancient sea monster.

Claws clashed against tentacles, fangs tore at scales, pure power collided again and again on the sea surface, neither could quickly overpower the other, the outcome depended only on who bled out first and who was exhausted first.

But at the very moment the homeostatic force awakens, the texture and rhythm of the battle undergo a fundamental change.

Fenrir's actions did not become more violent; instead, he appeared unusually calm.

He did not pounce immediately, but stood firmly between the giant waves. His huge wolf body seemed to be fixed in reality by some invisible structure. Even the churning and collapsing seawater beneath his feet could not shake his position in the slightest.

The next instant, he raised his head, his scarlet wolf eyes locking onto the core of Hafgufa, and an invisible force of constancy unfolded!

The seawater around Hafgufa was forcibly compressed and oriented, as if the vector of gravity had been rewritten. Tens of thousands of tons of water instantly turned into a cage, binding the sea monster tightly to the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Fenrir took a step forward.

The distance he took in that step far exceeded the limits of his body. Space seemed to be allowed to make way for him, and the giant wolf's figure glided almost along the sea surface to be directly above Hafgufa.

Click! ! ! !
As the claws fell, the tough hide that the sea monster Hafgufa was so proud of became meaningless. The claws pierced through flesh and blood, reaching the core. With a low and long wail, the sea monster that had devoured countless ships and giant beasts finally lost its right to resist on the ocean.

Then, the bloody and primal feeding began.

Fenrir lowered its head and tore off the first piece of flesh without hesitation. Its huge fangs crushed bones and fascia, and scalding life essence flowed into its body through its throat.

At this moment, the Blood God's Battle Qi was running wildly, but it was firmly restrained and purified by the constant force, no longer expanding out of control, but being absorbed and digested in an unprecedentedly stable manner.

Fenrir the giant wolf also grew larger and larger.

Soon, the churning sea fell silent.

The shattered and devoured Hafgupta left behind only large ripples of blood that had not yet dissipated, while Fenrir's giant wolf body gradually receded in the aftershocks.

In just a few rounds, the raging Blood God Battle Qi was suppressed back into his body. When the last wisp of steam dissipated from his shoulders and back, he had already transformed back into human form, standing barefoot on the rapidly torn coastal reefs.

He walked up to Xia Xiu, his breath still warm from the battle, yet he had regained that almost wild restraint.

Fenrir looked up at his father, and for the first time, a clear confusion appeared in his eyes, rather than simple excitement or thirst.

"Father."

He spoke, his voice low and serious, "Just now during the battle... I sensed a power that didn't belong to the Blood God's battle aura, yet it could understand my will."

As he spoke, Fenrir subconsciously looked up. The air around his palm distorted slightly, and several rocks that had not yet fallen back into the sea were drawn up by an invisible force, slowly suspending themselves. In the blink of an eye, they separated, some being pulled back together, as if gravity itself was rearranging itself according to his will.

Xia Xiu watched this scene quietly, his smile seemingly unintentional yet genuine.

"That is the constant power shared by the sons of Abraham after they established a connection through the Sun of the End; it comes neither from the Blood God nor from Chaos."

Xia Xiu reached out and gently placed his hand on Fenrir's shoulder, then said to him seriously:

"Learn to use it, understand it, rather than depend on it."

"It can restrain your fighting spirit, preventing your power from being led astray by desires, and can also pull you back from the corruption of chaos at crucial moments."

Fenrir listened attentively, but clearly had not yet fully grasped the deeper meaning.

He nodded, taking those words to heart, and he remembered the most direct conclusion—this force was safe.

"I will learn."

He answered very decisively.

Xia Xiu's thoughts had already moved beyond the hunt and he began to plan the next phase. He now needed to deploy all of Abraham's Sons and the Court Legion to the Gray Wilderness, starting with the newly established Interstellar Wolves.

"Fenrir."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a weight that made people instinctively stand up straight.

"You've started building your own legion. Tell me, what's the current state of the Star Wolves—where are their advantages, and where are their problems? Don't just tell me the good news and hide the bad."

Fenrir paused for a moment, then straightened his back.

Unlike his unrestrained demeanor during battle, when talking about the legion, his expression became noticeably serious and restrained, as if he were reporting on a truly life-or-death matter.

"Yes, father."

He thought for a moment, and his words, though not fancy, were exceptionally clear.

"The core of the Star Wolf is a genetic seed that extends from my own bloodline. I call it—the Bloodline of the Wolf."

Fenrir raised his hand and made a loose clenching motion in the air, like a child showing off his achievement to his father.

"It gives soldiers extremely strong survival capabilities. They are resistant to cold, heat, and poison, have keen senses, and their sense of smell and night vision far surpass those of ordinary humans, allowing them to maintain their combat effectiveness even in extreme environments. They recover quickly from injuries, and as long as they are not fatal on the spot, many injuries can heal on their own after the battle."

As he said this, his tone carried an undisguised pride.

"In wastelands, frozen worlds, volcanic zones, or battlefields where supplies are cut off for extended periods, the Star Wolves are no less capable than any other legion."

Xia Xiu didn't interrupt, but listened quietly.

Fenrir's tone then turned slightly somber.

"But the cost is also obvious."

He lowered his head and glanced at his palm; his fingers were long and slender, yet they subtly exuded a wild, powerful aura.

"The wolf bloodline is not simply an enhancement; it amplifies the warrior's most primal impulses. Some will gradually show signs of losing control—irritability, increased aggression, and even irreversible changes in their bodies after intense battles."

Fenrir paused for a moment, then continued like a lost puppy:
"Hair growth, changes in skeletal structure, fang growth, reason being overwhelmed by instinct... I call it wolfification. A fully wolfified warrior becomes a being driven solely by hunting instincts, and if left unchecked, will pose a threat to his comrades."

He spoke calmly, but did not shy away from the question.

"To this end, I have maintained a suppression system within the legion. Warriors skilled in spirit and ritual are responsible for inscribing blood patterns and runes to stabilize genetic resonance and slow down or even suppress the process of wolfification."

Fenrir looked up at Xia Xiu, "And those warriors who have already crossed the critical line will not be executed."

His tone became unusually firm here.

"They will be removed from the main legion and sent to a special hunting area, where they will have to survive, fight, and hunt alone. They will either regain their sanity in the face of death or die in battle."

Fenrir said in a deep voice, "This is punishment, but also our last chance."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"The Star Wolves are extremely fierce on the front lines and in protracted wars of attrition, but similarly, we need to put in more effort to restrain our people, otherwise, the Legion will be devoured by its own bloodline."

At this point, Fenrir suddenly stopped.

A sea breeze swept by, and for the first time, an almost uncontrollable longing surfaced in his eyes, which still retained a hint of wildness. He turned around and looked directly at Xia Xiu, as if facing a choice more important than any hunt.

"Father."

His voice was low, but tinged with obvious hesitation, "This defect... this bloodline curse that drags your comrades step by step into an out-of-control situation, is there really... a way to solve it?"

This was the first time Fenrir had not discussed battle or victory, but rather, as a legion commander, asked a question that he could not resolve through brute force.

Xia Xiu did not answer immediately.

He pondered, shifting his gaze from Fenrir to the sea of ​​blood that was slowly returning to calm.

The coordinates of countless worlds, the possibility of war, miracles and their costs, flashed by in his great spirituality.

Finally, he let out a soft breath, as if he had made some kind of decision that had long existed but had never been explicitly stated.

"There is a way."

He spoke calmly, but not perfunctorily.

Fenrir's breathing noticeably faltered.

“The first step is not to modify genes, nor to forcibly erase instincts.” Xia Xiu turned his gaze back to his son, “but to teach them to—master them.”

He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and the power that Fenrir had just awakened rippled gently in the air.

"The power of constancy that I have given you is not just a means of combat."

Xia Xiu's tone became serious and resolute.

"It is a stabilizer, an anchor point to hedge against runaway power. Teach your legions to sense, guide, and restrain their own strength. Let will precede instinct, and let reason become a layer of structure above the bloodline."

He looked at Fenrir with no doubt in his eyes, only a sense of unquestionable trust.

"You can do it."

Then, Xia Xiu's tone gradually changed.

"As for completely resolving all genetic defects..."

He paused, his tone no longer urgent but drawn out, "That will take time. A very, very long time."

Fenrir clenched his fist instinctively.

“It’s not something that can be accomplished in a year, or in ten years, or even after a war,” Xia Xiu continued. “It’s work that civilization should do after the war ends.”

He stepped forward and placed his hand on Fenrir's shoulder; the weight came not from strength, but from commitment.

"But I assure you."

Xia Xiu's voice was deep and clear, "When all this is over, when all the wars that must be fought are over, I will resolve this. Not just the problem of the Star Wolves, but the problem of all of you."

Fenrir looked up and saw that there was no false hope in his father's eyes, only the inevitability that had already been planned into the future.

“I will let the sons of Abraham truly live in the world they choose.”

"Not as an eternal weapon, not as a cursed instrument of war, but in your own utopia, decide how to exist."

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P.S.: I drank too much and only realized I hadn't written anything today after a nap. I groggily got up to write a first draft, and then revised and patched it up to reach the word count.

(End of this chapter)