Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1250 A Bubble Like a Dream

Beyond the red scars, on the psychic throne of Blackrock Fortress, Xia Xiu and the Eldar high priest raised their eyes almost simultaneously.

Their great spirituality crossed the dimensional reduction barrier and fell into the depths of the sea of ​​fire, where a red black hole was expanding.

The once quiet, rotating bubble now seemed to have been stabbed from the inside, with red cracks constantly appearing on its surface. The repulsive force of the Sandbox Rules surged outward layer by layer, even stirring up the Panglaus Flames outside.

The purple gateway light of the Winged Emperor was crashing wildly within the cracks of the red scar.

The flames of [Panglaus] also regarded him as a threat. The golden-red flames pierced through the outer layer of the bubble wall, rolled inward along the remnants of the portal, and burned directly at the folded rings opened by the Winged Emperor.

Xia Xiu watched this scene with a strange expression.

"No way, this Emperor of the Gate Empire is such a sore loser?"

Seriously, man, you got your health bar red in just one game?

Farah Antius had maintained the dignified demeanor of a high priestess, but when she saw the Winged Emperor being attacked simultaneously by the red scar and the flames of the Panglaus, a cold smile appeared in her eyes.

"This Winged Emperor of the Gate Empire ultimately lacks the stature to support his ambitions, yet his mentality remains at the level of a nouveau riche, truly believing himself to be a chess player capable of influencing the galaxy."

She held the scepter, and a purple-silver aura slowly rotated at the head of the scepter.

"It's all for the best now. He's put himself in the face of the Red Scar's rejection rules and attracted the attention of the Panglaus Flame. Even if he's a Miracle Worker, facing interference from the remnants of two Supreme Gods at the same time is enough to keep him busy for a while."

Xia Xiu: "Are you going to go in and target the Winged Emperor now?"

The high priest shook his head.

"No rush. The red scars haven't healed yet, and the Wo Wutu collective is still active deep within. The Winged Emperor is currently entangled by rules and flames, and won't be able to cause any real trouble in the short term."

"Once this world bubble stabilizes, we can then deal with this clown. Right now, the most important thing is still to bring down Wo Wutu and eliminate the potential cosmic cancer caused by the Red Scar."

Xia Xiu nodded; the High Priest of the Spirit Clan shared the same idea as him.

Since the Winged Emperor of Red Warmth is still fighting against the Crimson King and [Panglaus], it would be easier for him to get involved now and get burned. It's better to stay on the sidelines and finish the Civilization Narrative game first.

Xia Xiu looked down and flipped through the [Narrative Book], then suddenly asked a question.

"High Priest Farah, what are your plans for dealing with the civilization inside the Red Scar?"

Farah Antius paused for a moment.

She seemed completely unprepared for Xia Xiu to ask such a question at this moment, and after a moment, she looked at him with a hint of doubt.

"deal with?"

She seemed to be carefully considering a way of explaining things that Xia Xiu could understand.

"Your Excellency Abraham, those civilizations are narrative bubbles that evolved from within the Red Scar, war variables driven by the rules of the Sandbox. Their value lies in helping us locate the Untouchables collective, suppress the remnants of the Red King's wounds, and vie for control of this anomalous structure."

Farah Antius paused for a moment, his voice remaining calm.

"Would you care whether the kingdoms created in a simulation still exist after the simulation ends?"

Xia Xiu wasn't surprised by this. He withdrew his gaze, looked at the two civilization lines belonging to Luo Jia and Gilman in the [Narrative Book], tapped a page lightly with his fingertip, and continued to ask:

"Understood. So, how do you plan to eliminate the Wo Wutu group?"

Upon hearing this, Farah Antius finally smiled.

She raised the scepter in her hand, and a purple-silver aura spread out above the platinum table, revealing a huge projection; it was a black-silver behemoth built on a stellar scale, with the outer layer composed of twelve concentric rings, between which hung spike-like phase towers, and in the center a dark red core that was constantly collapsing inward.

"This is the final device that our Eldar network derived after simulating and deducing the supreme divine remains of the Crimson King within the Red Scar."

"We call it the Aether Phase Engine."

Xia Xiu's gaze fell on the projection, and the [Narrative Book] immediately began to analyze the parameters of this colossal structure.

[Ether Engine: The ultimate megastructure that can be built in the Stargazing Garden of Aranthul.]

[Essence of the project: Through phase traction, psionic collapse, and the residual supreme divine parameters of the Red King, the overall reality phase of the designated miniature world group is pushed into the deep etheric layer.]

[Final Effect: Within the target area, stellar phase collapse occurs, planetary structures are shattered, and settlements, megastructures, stargates, fleet anchorages, and civilization administrative networks are all erased; all civilization narratives, historical records, population traces, and world bubble evolution achievements will be forcibly drawn into the etheric phase transition process.]

Farah Antius continued:

"It has only one function—formatting."

"The civilization bubbles inside the red scars are the food of the Wowutu aggregate. They rely on these bubbles to evolve themselves and then grow stronger by devouring traces of civilization. Once the Ether Phase Engine is activated, it will drag all the small bubbles in the target area, along with the results of civilization evolution, into the Ether Phase Transition, causing the Wowutu aggregate to lose the basis for continuing to feed."

She paused for a moment, her tone carrying the coldness characteristic of the Elven race.

"According to the internal explanation of the Starshine Court, the civilization that completes the construction of the engine will achieve etheric ascension."

"But you and I both know that it's just a victory narrative presented from within the sandbox."

"So-called ascension is essentially just transferring the narrative of that civilization to the etheric phase. Whether they can continue to maintain their identity there, or whether they can still be called life, is not within our calculation priority."

This translates to: Ascension is a hoax.

If they were to truly ascend, without a mortal anchor or a powerful figure like Xia Xiu, flying out would be tantamount to suicide.

Xia Xiu watched the collapsing galaxy on the projection, his expression remaining largely unchanged.

This thing is indeed terrifying inside the Red Scar, but it is still a final megastructure derived from the rules of the Sandbox, like the final button written in a setting book; the Eldar dared to show it because it is currently just a phantom device inside the Red Scar, and it cannot be directly moved into reality to be used outside of this giant bubble.

But within the red scars, it is enough to format fragments of civilization.

Farah Antius didn't care about the life or death of those miniature garden civilizations at all.

She created the Ether Engine not to save anyone, but to format the entire Wastuan Field along with its civilization when necessary.

The Eldar wouldn't care about the feelings of ants, let alone virtual ants.

Xia Xiu pondered for a moment. He had promised the thirteenth prince to help build the Vision Needle and transfer Utramar's civilization core into a dimensional ascension state. Although Roger wasn't as extreme in his pursuit of the entire civilization's realization as Gilman, the boy would inevitably want to take those he trusted out with him. Therefore, before the Eldar could truly complete the Aether Engine, Roger and Gilman had to achieve dimensional ascension.

Xia Xiu said to Farah Antius:

"The two narrative civilizations I've helped can help you build the Etheric Engine, but before we can get it going, I need to fulfill their request—help them achieve dimensional ascension and anchoring in the present world."

The high priest of the Spirit Race looked at him, and his expression finally paused noticeably, a look of almost incomprehension.

In her eyes, no matter how prosperous the civilization within the red scar may be, it is merely a result of deduction within a miniature bubble; those monarchs, soldiers, civilians, cities, laws, schools, tombstones, and names are essentially virtual data generated by the operation of the rules.

Xia Xiu's current actions are like someone knowing that a virtual game is about to end, but is willing to spend huge resources to pack up and take away the residents of one of the fictional games one by one, and then reshape their anchor points in the real world.

This is somewhat incomprehensible within the Eldar's value system, or even within any civilization system.

"Why did you do this?" the high priest couldn't help but ask.

“Those civilizations come from within the red scars, and their lives, histories, and social structures are all governed by the rules of the sandbox. The returns you get from investing world bubbles, megastructures, great spirituality, and heavenly technology into them are likely to be far less than the costs.”

“Your Excellency Abraham, you should know that the cost of transforming individuals in a simulation into real-world life is on a completely different level than the cost of preserving them as narrative material.”

After listening, Xia Xiu simply smiled and spread his hands.

"Just assume that I like doing this, am willing to do this, and am fully capable of doing it."

He spoke casually, but his gaze lingered on Utramar and the Covenant Empire in the [Narrative Book].

Now, Xia Xiu can more or less understand how the supreme divinity views mortal beings.

Perhaps in the eyes of those higher beings, the so-called real world is itself a vast, interfering narrative cage—where all beings are born, struggle, love, betray, fight, and die, and then become pages of etheric history.

From below, even the most seemingly fake things can carry real pain and choices.

At least Killiman's questioning was real, Roger's faith was real, and the names they recorded have already left their mark on the [Book of Narratives].

Xia Xiu continued:

"After the two civilizations ascend to the next dimension, I can hand over all their remaining technology, weapons, megastructures, and planets to the Starry Court of Ailansur."

He raised his hand and pointed at the projection of the Ether Engine.

“You should know better than me that once this kind of end-of-life megastructure enters its final activation phase, all other civilizations within the Red Scar will regard you as an apocalyptic catastrophe.”

"At that time, the Wo Wutu collective will launch a counterattack, the remaining narrative civilization will besiege it, and even those bubble worlds that you think have lost their value will instinctively prevent themselves from being formatted."

"Elansur Starlight Court may not be able to hold out until the engine is completed, relying solely on its own resources."

"But if it takes over the full resources of Utramar and the Covenant Empire, then they will be able to withstand the final siege."

Farah Antius remained silent for a moment.

She still didn't understand why Xia Xiu would sacrifice so much for the two miniature civilizations, but she could understand the exchange of benefits.

Xia Xiu completed his dimensional ascension, taking with him those whom Utramar and the Covenant Empire wanted to take; the remaining civilization's legacy was handed over to the Star Court of Alansur to accelerate the construction and defense of the Aetherial Engine.

This deal did not harm Otto II; in fact, it was quite profitable.

If this deal goes through, they'll win without even lifting a finger.

"can."

Farah Antius finally nodded.

"As long as your two narrative civilizations are willing to hand over their cultural heritage, such as technology, weapons, megastructures, etc., to the Starry Sky Court of Ailanthur before leaving the stage, the Second Otto can wait for the Horizon Needle to be completed before pushing the Aether Phase Engine into the final stage."

She looked at Xia Xiu and added:
"However, we can't delay too long. The Wowutu aggregate inside the red scar has been continuously weakened, and it will soon realize that we are preparing the final level formatting tool."

"Once it starts actively devouring the smaller bubbles and launches a full-scale counterattack, the situation of the entire large bubble will become even more unstable."

Xia Xiu nodded.

"Don't worry, I won't drag it out for too long."

He lowered his head and opened the [Book of Narratives]. On the platinum pages, Utramar's Vision Needle Blueprint, the Covenant Empire's Megastructure Era Technology Tree, and the Aether Phase Engine Projection of the Aransur Starlight Court—three lines of civilization began to converge, and the contents of the agreement he had drafted also emerged.

[In the twentieth round of external intervention, Hugh Abraham, the fourth swordsman of Heaven, and Faithra Ontius, the second High Priest of the Seven Saints of Otto, reached a temporary strategic agreement.]

[Agreement Content: Utramar and the Covenant Empire will assist the Star Court of Ailanthur in establishing the Aether Engine before the dimensional ascension; the Star Court of Ailanthur will postpone the final activation of the Aether Engine until the Horizon Needle is completed.]

[Agreement Objectives: First, complete the preparations for the dimensional ascension of Utramar and the Covenant Empire; then, strengthen the Star Court of Aranthur with the legacy of the two civilizations; finally, push forward the Aether Engine to format the Voidless Aggregate within the Red Scar.]

The high priest glanced at the contents of the agreement and chose to agree.

Thus, the life and death of countless civilizations within the Red Scar were decided with a few strokes of the pen by two civilization interventionists standing outside the miniature garden, right before a platinum table in Blackrock Fortress.

Utramar and the Covenant Empire received an extension of their dimensional ascension period, the Star Court of Aranthur received final permission to build the Aether Engine, and the remaining civilizations still engaged in war, trade, missionary work, research, colonization, and rebellion were relegated to a cold, hard final reckoning.

This decision did not reach their ears.

Farmers on an agricultural planet are still calculating this year's rainy season harvest, students in an orbital academy are still debating ship propulsion theories, soldiers in a frontline fleet are still waiting for their next rest day, and a young monarch who has just unified a planet is still formulating a century-long national policy for his dynasty.

They believed that tomorrow would still come, that the universe belonged to them, and that their choices would change history.

However, on higher-level pages, they have already been written into the formatted scope after the Ether Engine was started.

They were unaware that they were in a bubble, and also unaware that outside the bubble, people were discussing whether they were worth keeping.

Within the world bubble, the virtual civilization continues its relentless march along the predetermined path: fleets continue sailing, factories continue operating overtime, councils continue arguing, priests continue praying, children continue to be born, and tombstones continue to be erected.

Perhaps, only when the final megastructure is completed will they understand that this world is just a... dreamlike bubble.

Ultimately, the benevolent supreme being, moved by his own offspring, chooses to redeem those pitiful righteous people, guiding them away from illusion and towards reality; while the cold-blooded bystander chooses to ignore everything, weaving a false goal and leading his own puppets toward destruction.