Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 936 [A Mirror Image, A Watery Illusion: The Negation of Negation—]

The Heavenly Kingdom Main Observatory - G6 orbital segment.

The sea of ​​fire had not yet been extinguished, and the figure of the first speaker, as blue as a nebula, stood silently in the center of the scorched earth.

It is expressionless, or even expressionless, but everything that looks at it is "watched".

At this moment, Saint Valentine, the first swordsman dressed in a black priest's robe, slowly took a step forward.

He held an ancient book in his right hand, while the black umbrella in his left hand remained closed, its surface gently curved forward, forming a natural shield that seemed to keep chaos and error at bay.

He slowly gazed at the swirling, thousand-faced illusion of humanity on the scorched earth—[The First Speaker].

And the faceless dream raised its head at that moment, meeting his gaze.

It was a faceless face, with only constantly rotating, replacing, and blurring "human faces" intersecting and dissolving within the light membrane on its head—infants, warriors, mothers, madmen, believers, traitors...

All the faces were incomplete, yet they were all as familiar as a dream.

And he knew.

The enemy has begun their attack.

The instant he looked at that "face," the impact of the Mother had already penetrated the orbit and the observation retina, heading straight for the core of his will.

It was not sound, not light, and not language.

It is a concept, a idea itself—an information storm composed of the ever-changing "faces" of the [first speaker].

Every face is a "definition of existence".

Every unmoving mouth is telling a story in a silent language:

"who are you?"

"Why do you?"

"What do you consider righteousness?"

"You slaughtered us, why did you show no mercy?"

"You were born into a superior position, by what right do you judge my people?"

Ideas overlap and logic clashes, as if ten million sacred books are opened, rewritten, and then burned simultaneously.

Saint Valentine stood before him, his cloak billowing without wind, yet he remained completely still.

His gaze sank into the still depths of the sea, and he slowly uttered a sentence:
"-- It's either this or that."

Conceptual boundaries are beginning to crumble.

Like a compass needle, it runs through the entire world system of cognition, ethics, and transcendence.

The triple bubble slowly unfolds:

The First Boundary: Self and Cognition, the Beginning of the Rupture, the Boundary of Perception.

The Second Blow: Morality and Ethics, the Gate of Negation, the Edge of Value.

The Third Bubble Realm: Human transcendence, the ultimate light, the rift between divinity and nothingness.

【Either/Or World Bubble】VS 【A Thousand Faces of World Bubble】

At this moment, all electronic screens inside the Heavenly Kingdom Main Observatory vibrated violently, as the impact of the Mother had exceeded the system threshold.

The space of the seventh layer of ether was as if it had been ripped open, trembling and projecting blurry yet intense halos of light—the high-orbit world bubble and the low-orbit world bubble were frantically clashing between the seven layers of guide chains, as if pressing the entire reality into a nightmare with a strong sense of oppression.

Terra's atmosphere churned, the light and shadow on the moon's surface distorted, and the G-series shipping lanes were slightly deflected as if being squeezed by an invisible giant hand.

At that very instant—two magnificent phantoms ignited in the sky above the Star God.

On the left is a star ring composed of countless threads, which seem to contain tens of millions of intertwined threads of fate, from which the phantoms of the three Fates can be faintly seen.

To the right, there are dreamlike, icy blue ripples, spreading out in circles with faces and whispers, rolling like a tide, converging into the "dream line" of the [First Speaker].

The lines of fate and the lines of dreams intersect in the air.

Without any warning, a high mountain existing on the surface of the Star God's body was flattened.

The mountains collapsed and disintegrated like pieces of paper in an instant, as if the entire terrain had never existed.

After the tremor, the air in the space behind Saint Valentine seemed to be sucked out, and suddenly with a "crack," a deep, dark rift was torn open.

The darkness was as black as ink, and the silence was oppressive.

The next moment, a figure stepped out from it.

He was a man who looked almost exactly like Saint Valentine, only with a colder, more ancient face, and eyes that seemed to bear the weight of millions of years of wind, snow, and despair.

His eyes were as black as night, without stars or moon, yet they exuded an unfathomable majesty.

His two jet-black wings slowly unfurled, like a curtain of night obscuring the entire space and bringing an indescribable chill. Even the temperature of the Star God's body dropped ten degrees in an instant.

This is the embodiment of Saint Valentine—

【The Avatar of the Overlord - Cassirer】.

【Cassil】slowly spread his arms, his wings stretched to their limit, drawing an arc in the void that seemed to fall from the sky.

A longsword made purely of lightning flashed in his palm, its blade burning with a deep black light—the ethereal element compressed to its limit, a sharp edge formed from the condensation of all death and negation.

Saint Valentine took a step forward.

There was no chanting, no ceremony.

[The fundamental principle of infinite recursion!]

Just as the reflection on the water shattered, he and his avatar vanished simultaneously.

When it reappeared, it was already beside the [First Speaker].

[Cassil] swings his sword.

Thunder explodes!

The entire sky above the orbit was instantly split in two.

That sword strike was devoid of any frills, yet it seemed to carve out a void from time itself. Lightning trailed a straight line, striking precisely the [First Speaker]—or rather, its "conceptual projection."

The first speaker reacted extremely quickly. It stretched out its arm, and the light membrane that covered countless human faces suddenly tightened, transforming into a circular shield to meet the attack.

boom--!
The shield trembled violently, and more than ten "faces" on the defensive surface were instantly burned through, each one a memory that had been imitated before.

Amidst sparks flying, [Cassil] unleashed his second sword strike!

This time, it's a horizontal slash!
The track shook violently at that moment, and the entire G6 monitoring system briefly went black.

Saint Valentine was one with his avatar; his cloak billowed in the vacuum, and his figure was like a divine spear, piercing straight into the enemy's heart!
The speaker suddenly retreated, and the entire dreamscape behind him began to fluctuate.

boom--

The second sword strike was blocked.

The speaker stretched out his arms and caught the terrible blow directly in his face.

The Faceless One's head, with its dreamlike, luminous membrane, forcefully withstood the piercing force of the thunderous longsword.

Although its face was burning and disintegrating, its body's interior—a kind of miraculous mechanism—had already begun to adapt to [Cassil's] attack pattern.

That is its essence: [witness].

Once attacked, the pattern is recorded and added to a list of targets that cannot be harmed.

But Saint Valentine was prepared for this.

[Cassil] stepped back a foot, the Thunder Sword extinguished. Saint Valentine's figure leaped out of his transformed body, separating from it, and transformed back into the black-robed priest, slowly opening the black umbrella in his hand.

The umbrella opened with a "click".

As the canopy opened, the gravity of the entire orbital space was distorted, as if countless "lines" were appearing in the air.

That's not an ordinary wire.

That is—the thread of fate.

Imperceptible silver threads appeared in space, spreading out densely from the ribs of his umbrella, like a spider web reaching into the deep structure of reality. Each thread was entangled with unknowable paths, relationships, and stories.

The three Fates began to construct the domain belonging to the first swordsman. Clotho spun the thread, Lachesis measured, and Atropos cut.

Saint Valentine looked up, his amber eyes fixed on the [First Speaker] who had begun to adapt to the attack.

“You can adapt to thunder,” he murmured, “but you can’t adapt to… a mirage.”

As the umbrella slowly rotated, a new force began to spread—

【Domain Expansion: A Fleeting Illusion】

Before Mi Mu could realize it, the domain of [Mirror Flower Water Moon] had already silently opened, enveloping the entire battlefield like the night.

The real killing move is not the thunderous sword, but the sinister trap hidden behind the concept.

"The fundamental principle of infinite recursion—"

Saint Valentine read it in a low voice.

With a light flick of his umbrella, a line broke.

The space where the speaker was located suddenly contracted.

—It was drawn into the realm of Saint Valentine.

It is neither a physical entity nor a dream, but a "middle battlefield" constructed from concepts.

This place is both nothingness and reality.

This is a realm woven together by the Six Degrees of Separation and the Three Lines of Fate; it is Saint Valentine's personal domain, an invisible prison.

Each line here represents the existence of a person, the establishment of a connection, and the projection of a narrative.

The moment the "First Speaker" appeared, every face of it was quickly captured, segmented, numbered, and mapped into this sea of ​​networks by these lines.

Infant, mother, madman, warrior, traitor, priest...

It wanted to resist, but found that every piece of information, every layer of cognition, and every transformation behavior had been incorporated into the "six degrees of separation" structure.

It cannot escape.

What's even more despairing is that Saint Valentine not only created the illusion, but he also stuffed another miracle into this terrifying miracle.

【A mirage, a reflection in the water; the negation of negation】

If the original "Mirror Flower Water Moon" was merely a dreamlike illusion constructed with countless relationships to create a world comparable to reality, causing enemies to become lost and confused within it, then now, this world has begun its evolution to a higher dimension.

"When the old is negated, the new will be born; when the new is negated again, the true form that transcends both will emerge."

This process is just like the truth that Saint Valentine once whispered:

"Negation is not the end, but a threshold to a higher level of understanding."

The spiral begins to rotate.

The world is starting to go off track.

The entire "Mirror Flower Water Moon" is no longer a closed loop, but a never-ending engine of re-creation.

It negates the definition of the "first speaker," negates its structure, negates its resistance, and even negates its "reason for existence."

The Faceless One wanted to fight, but discovered that the threads did not intend to fight it.

It... transformed into men and women in the human world.

It was forced to begin experiencing the human body, human life, human pressure, human joys and sorrows...

The power remains within the [First Speaker], and it can destroy everything in its path.

but……

Pointless!

Unless it can overcome all other methods with its own strength, it will never escape the fate of being "interpreted".

"Welcome to the world of illusion and mirage."

The first swordsman stood high in the sky, beneath his feet an infinite mirror, surrounded by spiraling, collapsing lines of cause and effect. He slowly raised his umbrella and addressed the [First Speaker] thus:
"Now, everything you see, think, and feel is a variation of one of my thoughts."

"You want to escape?"

"But you can't even tell whether the thought of 'escaping' belongs to you."

Having said that, the compassionate swordsman spoke in a merciful tone:
"I don't actually hate you, nor do I intend to humiliate you."

You tried so hard to see through the truth and break free from the web of fate.

But I must tell you, what you are facing is not an enemy, not a duel, but an insurmountable boundary.

The illusion of a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water doesn't intentionally hurt people; it simply gently changes how you understand it.

Here you will face two orientations of human life—aesthetic living and moral living.

The former seeks instant gratification of the senses and art, such as music, love, and poetry, emphasizing the experience of emotion and beauty, but may also fall into emptiness and despair.

The latter advocates responsibility, ethics, and commitment, believing that true life requires conscious choices and moral practices to achieve self-realization, but it can also easily fall into a tedious and repetitive cycle.

As the first spokesperson for Haisi, you are entrusted with the mission of guiding the masses, and you naturally belong to the category of a model of moral living.

You too will be trapped in the illusory world of moralistic living. You can still fight, you can still cry out, you can still resolutely deliver your final blow—but I have already decided the direction and outcome for you.

"If you cannot make a leap of faith, you will be imprisoned in a mirage for life; if you cannot understand what the negation of negation is, you will forever be a slave to the cycle of reincarnation."

click-

Like a shattered mirror, or a closed loop in the world.

[Mirror Flower Water Moon] is completely closed.

At that moment, the "first speaker" was forcibly bound into a logical structure that was collapsing inward infinitely.

All the lines of fate, relationships, and beliefs are pressed into its essence.

The two [miracles] vanished directly from the baseline reality.

Only a mirror-like membrane of light remained in mid-air, shimmering for a long time.

……

……

On the lunar base, tactical projections floated in the air, their light screens shaking incessantly.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the observation platform, his gaze calmly fixed on the battle unfolding on the surface of the Star God's body—the clash between the First Swordsman and the terrifying being from the Star God's dream, the [First Speaker].

That was no longer a battle that mortals could comprehend.

The moment the [Mirror Flower Water Moon] was fully unfurled, the fourth swordsman's golden eyes suddenly narrowed.

He saw clearly that the extension and contraction of countless lines of fate, the reflection and splitting of relationships within that bubble of the world, were like countless mirrors folding over each other, negating each other, and evolving into one another...

"This ability... is really a bit terrifying."

Xia Xiu spoke softly, his tone filled with undisguised amazement.

The first swordsman's ability is purely a mechanic-driven anomaly.

The most crucial aspect of "Mirror Flower Water Moon" is not its overwhelming power to destroy the world, but rather... once you enter its operational logic, you can never escape.

All your actions, thoughts, struggles, choices, and even the thought of struggling—will be recorded, received, mapped, and used to generate results.

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself.

"To crack this thing... we must identify it and refuse entry immediately."

"In other words, before the illusion of the moon and the mirror image fully takes shape, you either have to destroy it or isolate your own coordinates from being recorded in its projection causality."

"But the most terrifying thing about 'illusory beauty' is that even if you know it's an illusion, there's absolutely no way to resist it..."

Xia Xiu appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was somewhat astonished.

It's important to understand that the inherent characteristic of the [First Speaker] is the miraculous ability to "adapt to all known attacks," making it already a top-tier monster with exceptional mechanics.

I just didn't expect that the first swordsman's mechanics would be even better than that.