Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 958 Unboxing the Box: The Whole Faithful Lineage II
The consciousness of the Fifth Saint traversed the red neural network of the flesh and blood lineage that covered the world, crossed the ice plains of Oreting and the central mountain range of Youyang, and finally landed on a decaying, damp, and swollen wasteland.

Louisiana, Prak Ming Parish.

He saw that whispering patch of green hidden deep in the swamp, like a tumor parasitizing the skin of the world—its name was...

The family of the Eternal Mother.

The damp air was filled with the stench of decaying grass, blood, milk, and humid soil. From a distance, the wooden houses lay sprawled on the mud like placentas, with writhing flesh coiled around their bases.

The plaque at the entrance of the village has long been mottled and peeled off, but the words "Notre Dame du Sous-Sol" can still be discerned.

The fifth saint's gaze pierced through the wooden house and the vine-covered forest, and saw the altar in the center of the village: "Kiraak".

That was not an altar, but a living womb.

It is like a giant uterus hanging upside down on the ground, its four walls constructed of tightly intertwined tendons, bone plates, amniotic membranes and umbilical cords; at its center is a churning pool of flesh, its surface covered with red and white threads like nerve tendrils, from which occasionally a small hand or an unformed limb will sprout, only to be slowly swallowed up.

This altar is the sacred vessel of the "Church of the Eternal Mother".

They feed it the dead fetuses, and it regurgitates these deaths to create new life.

But this is not a pure resurrection. The Fifth Sage perceived that every infant remembered their previous death.

They are reborn with faith in and submission to the mother, experiencing "conception, death, and rebirth" time and again within the mother's flesh and blood.

This cycle has continued for hundreds of years.

The people in the village are all descendants of Nato, their bodies intertwined, their genes as closely related as a swamp.

Both men and women can get pregnant.

They viewed each pregnancy as an honor bestowed by the Virgin Mary, rather than a disease.

At night, they would kneel together at the edge of the altar, hold up the stillborn fetus that had just died, chant silent prayers, and throw it into the writhing pool of blood.

they said:
"The Virgin Mary is not in the heavens, but hidden in the mud and in the womb."

"We are her children, and also her flesh and blood."

"Death is part of pregnancy, and grief is the growing womb."

"We are reborn in this life only to continue the laws of her womb."

The fifth sage silently gazed at all of this.

He saw Kirak twitch under his gaze, as if gently twitching his spine from a deep sleep.

A familiar wave emanated from underground; it was the aftershock of Lavata.

This altar, connected to the roots of Lava Tower, is her "Mother Nest of Flesh" deep within the Edisi continental plate.

He saw the core of the Church of the Eternal Mother, the broken yet still great elder woman, standing barefoot atop the altar, her skin covered with spots and cracks, her moldy robes. She was blind, yet she could still see the descent of the "Saint".

She tilted her head back and opened her parched lips, which surged like the tide, uttering a low, moist prayer tinged with sobs:
"We saw you..."

"The Fifth Saint... the Second Gift of Yann... the Rebirth of Flesh and Lust..."

"Please listen to us..."

"Please grant us a womb..."

"Please throw us back into the river of flesh and blood..."

"Please bring us into the world again!"

The entire community of believers, men and women, young and old, deformed and born deformed, all knelt among the water plants and vines, pleading and praying fervently to the consciousness of the Fifth Saint. They were not seeking an end to this endless cycle of birth and death.

They simply asked to continue as "the flesh of the Virgin Mary".

Even if it's just becoming part of the Kiraak pool wall, a breeding ground for embryos, I would have no regrets.

Xia Xiu looked down at all of this, still speechless, leaving only his usual deep and compassionate gaze.

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Xia Xiu continued to rise.

From the depths of the Blood Mother in Romania, through the Sura Mountains and the Red Curse Fields, the Fifth Saint's gaze reached the dark land deep within the mountains at the edge of the Chaos Sea.

It is like a broken placenta, buried deep in time between Himachal Pradesh and Uttarakhand.

A damp, hot, and pungent smell of decay seeps from the earth—this is the dwelling place of the Vatula Church.

He "saw" them.

They crouched on the damp earth beside the crematorium, draped in blood-brown robes, their naked skin no longer recognizable as normal human structure. Their bones were bent in many places, with white bone and fetal thorns embedded between their muscles. Some had their ribs torn and turned out of their chest cavities, bound together with wire and tendons to form "winged bone crowns." Their tongues had been deliberately cut off, their nasal bones shattered, leaving only the smiling faces of "Aghori" soaked in ashes and tar.

This is the Vathula people.

Their heads were covered with ashes collected from piles of corpses, and their skin was covered with holy leather—a flesh-and-blood transformation technique followed by application of ashes and burnt bone powder to cool the flesh fire and suppress mutations.

They covered the bright red with gray, just to show that gray is the destination of meat, and meat is the womb of gray.

The fifth saint stepped into their ritual, his figure descending from the level of consciousness and being "seen" by thousands of blind eyes.

They remained silent during the ceremony, but all the souls cried out to him:
"You rose from the ashes...you are the newborn after the Fifth Refinement..."

"You've traversed the steps of cannibals, crossed the gates of severed limbs..."

"You have heard the cries of the great womb..."

"You are the echo of Karcist Vaski (Karcist refers to the fourth class of lust, and Vaski here refers to the original founder of the church, a fugitive priest in the late Yann Empire), the most blazing star among us Grey Mothers."

"Please restart the 'Ten Reincarnations' path for us and lead us back to the Nest of the Ganges."

The fifth saint saw their ascetic practices.

Beside the crematorium, children used bone hooks to scrape out finger bones from the ashes of cremated corpses and used the vernix caseosa to forge new seals.

Deep within the cave, a gray mother is devouring her own placental right foot bone in order to connect with Lavata's dream.

Along the stream, a monk who practices bone calligraphy uses a sharpened ulna to carve family genealogy records on a stone tablet, sealing the "ashed" genes of his ancestors within.

In the deepest part, there is a gray cradle—the ashes are as thick as cream, and blood and fire are mixed and congealed, like the original womb of a god.

The fifth sage finally saw the fundamental "blood mother concept," which here no longer symbolizes the abundance of childbirth, but rather:

"Self-destruction, sacrifice, rebirth and reshaping".

Their doctrine is not about life, but about being born from death; it is not about love, but about deconstructing one's own body and bloodline to return to the original form in the womb.

And they called him:

"The First Voice in the Ashes", "The Clonal Echo of the Great Womb", "Cassis' Last Blood Bud".

So, at the moment the five saints descended, the ascetics of the entire valley began to utter low moans that resembled weeping from their tongueless throats; the Gray Mother slowly walked out of the Gray Cave, holding the Ancestral Gray Seal in her hand, raised it high, and slowly knelt down before the fifth saint. The bone-book monks and corpse-eating children around her also knelt down, their heads on the ground, and did not get up again.

As it is written in the scriptures:
"When the five mouths of the Great Mother are born, the Child of Ashes will return to the path of the womb. Flesh and blood will burn, ashes will be born, the Ganges will return to the tide, and the Great Mother will return to the earth."

The Fifth Sage simply watched their ritualistic existence, a tapestry of immortality and annihilation, without uttering a word. Yet, in that instant, he had already imbued the entire community's flesh and blood memories and desires into his lineage.

The four major factions of the Original Desire Flesh all regard Lavata as their common ancestor.

There are many reasons for this. From the theological perspective of the saints, Nadox (military strategy), Oroch (war), and Saen (plague) all lean more towards destruction and control; only Ravata provides a module for continuous growth. Therefore, those who retain the tribal tradition of primal desires must curry favor with her if they want to expand their population, insect swarms, or crops.

In terms of technology, the old school of thought, in an era lacking modern biotechnology, needed a "life pump" that could both proliferate and preserve life.

Lavata's heart and power are perfectly satisfied—both bleeding to fertilize the field and reviving it.

The main body of Lavata is located in the center of the continent of Youyang, radiating the blood supply route from the Balkans to the Urals to the Caucasus; the early escaped branches carried fragments of the Blood Web to the Chaos Sea, Louisiana, and the North Ural along the trade routes—Lavata's resources followed the crowd, naturally becoming the common ancestor of multiple factions.

At least, in the twisted and morbid lives of the tribes of Yuan Yu Rou, Xia Xiu, the Fifth Saint, was regarded as the son of Lawata and Yann, and they were not as hostile to the Fifth Saint as one might imagine.

If Xia Xiu, as the Fifth Saint, truly intends to launch an integration movement against lust and flesh, then he must find a way to lift their blood and flesh curse and end their distorted, morbid, backward, and insane customs.

As someone whom Xia Xiu once regarded as utterly hopeless and worthless, he was actually a supporter who hoped that he, the Fifth Saint, would become the master of the Desire Flesh lineage.

They didn't seem too opposed to Xia Xiu opening the box.

As for fresh meat...

Their situation is much more complicated.

Xia Xiu's ascended consciousness encountered strong resistance when it came into contact with the new flesh-loving faction.

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The Awakening Church of the Inner Temple.

In the Green Day incident, after the secular leaders of the Church of the Awakening of the Inner Temple were killed by Xia Xiu, the Hermes Foundation behind them began to cut their losses and survive. They decisively abandoned most of the members of the Church of the Awakening of the Inner Temple and chose to lie low to avoid colliding with the behemoth that is the Kingdom of Heaven.

The so-called conglomerates are actually some of the core members of the inner palace who have awakened, but these members have become secularized... or alienated by capitalism.

They established three major trust funds in New York, Chicago, and Houston within the Edison Commonwealth; the core members numbered about eighty people, operating under the guise of a biotech company and a family office.

Just as the Fifth Sage's consciousness looked toward them, a strange phenomenon quietly descended upon their world.

In a conference room in the New York region of the Edisi Federation.

Financial professionals, senior citizen fund executives, gene technology consultants, neuromodeling directors… As the eighty board members were deliberating on the agreement to restart the deification of the empire's equity, they collectively felt a scorching gaze cast from the void.

He has arrived.

They didn't know his name at all; all they saw was a pair of eyes burning with golden light suddenly appearing on the star map of the Desire Lineage, behind which were the wings of a golden throne and the flames burning with the insignia of the six commanders.

This scene was absolutely terrifying.

These real behind-the-scenes figures were having a meeting on their own turf when they were inexplicably exposed.

"Who is this? Why does the genealogy automatically connect with us?"

Chaos erupted in the conference room. Several executive directors, who had been dressed in suits and sitting in front of credit rating data, stood up and growled. They had been subjected to deep genealogical readings—the spiritual chains in their minds had been broken, and some had even begun vomiting data clots and undergoing skeletal reconstruction due to the interference of the saint's will.

"Cut him off! Cut him off!!"

"Backlash activated! We must lock down the lineage nodes!"

"Disconnect all links from the core of lust, and everyone execute the A-48 purge protocol!"

Hermes Foundation technicians urgently executed a reverse interface reversal, severing the connection with the Desire Flesh lineage.

They would rather suffer the backlash themselves than let this sudden "saint" be blind to things that shouldn't be seen.

Thus, the fifth sage was severed.

It was a self-destruct mechanism initiated at the financial system level. Dozens of psionic lines burned simultaneously, and the entire connection of the New Desire Flesh high-level trust network collapsed in the realm of consciousness like a starburst. Symbols melted, memories shattered, and perceptions flowed backward... It was as if someone forcibly severed the neural connection with the gods—but the Fifth Saint's consciousness saw too much and knew too much before the collapse.

He saw bone fragments soaking in a silvery nutrient solution in the underground vaults of those trust funds.

Nadox's cranial suture fragments—the remains of that first saint, a piece of bone radiating divine wisdom—are now being used as the core of a mind-enhancing chip.

The broken bones of Oroko, still covered with dried but not completely dead bone marrow, were embedded in the heat dissipation structure of the supercomputer, driving the entire neural network.

Most appallingly, there was the mass of heart muscle whose heartbeat had not yet completely stopped—it belonged to Ravata, a part of the Blood Mother Goddess, stolen from the blood pool in the depths of Romania, dissected, purified, and frozen.
Now, however, they are processed into various flesh and blood creations and secretly sold throughout Terra.

And just as this horrifying glimpse was about to end...
Xia Xiu's consciousness passed over the financial towers and fiber optic temples of the Edisi Federation, crossed the coastline, and arrived at the heart of the Federation—the Columbia region.

He seemed to traverse the top of the pyramid of human power, floating above the Federal Presidential Palace.

Xia Xiu is really living in Bengbu now.

Yes, that's right, the Presidential Palace of the Edisi Federation.

This scene was absolutely horrifying.

That steel and glass palace, like a sanctuary of modern civilization, was resplendent inside, with its pillars inscribed with the oath of federal constitution and the covenant of free will.

In the very center of the presidential office, he "saw" someone he had never imagined.

The man sat upright at the oval desk, dressed in a neat dark blue suit, his golden-gray hair perfectly styled, his expression calm and composed. Behind him were photos of envoys from various countries and a copy of the Federal Charter of Edisi.

The person standing at the pinnacle of power in the Edisi Federation was actually the mastermind behind the conglomerate, profiting from the "blood of the saint" by exploiting the remains of the saint.

He slowly turned around and looked at the empty corner of the room, where he could sense the gaze of the Golden Throne.

The next moment, a strange wall of light silently unfolded behind him, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a black abyss from another dimension. And from within the wall of light—

An avatar slowly emerged.

The thing seemed to crawl out from the crack between concept and flesh, resembling a human but not quite, tall and thin, with unidentified metal ribs embedded in its back, and skin that looked like red flesh stitched together after being peeled. On either side of its head were a pair of huge, pointed horns resembling rabbit ears, with obvious suture marks on the inside, like stitches left by some kind of surgical instrument; its lower half of its face was covered by a titanium gray mask, and three parallel slits in the front of the mask were slightly open, exhaling misty breath.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The incarnation spoke no words, only actions.

He began to approach the inner sanctuary.

It is not a metaphorical "touching" but a literal "penetrating" of the inner sanctum.

Just like a hand suddenly reaching out from a TV screen in an animation, its knuckles, palm, bones, and flesh directly penetrated the cosmic dimension formed by the inner palace, reaching out that greedy hand towards the flesh-and-blood kingship.

Horrifying, incongruous, blasphemous.

Just as that hand was about to completely tear open the membrane, the golden throne exploded with light.

The arm of that bizarre incarnation was instantly severed in mid-air, scattering into scattered chunks of flesh and blazing red particles like rubber being cut.

In the real-world presidential palace, the official's hand trembled slightly, and his right arm snapped off straight from the shoulder, splashing onto the floor and creating a pool of indescribable blackish-red liquid.

But he did not show any sign of pain.

Instead, he simply sighed softly and murmured to himself:
"As expected... Terra is indeed in big trouble now."

"The memories of rebirth are greatly distorted. Accidents that did not exist in the previous life, or even the life before that, occur frequently in this life."

The extraterrestrials who should have appeared, those perfect test subjects of lustful desires, those anomalous entities outside the MicroTerra benchmark world—none of them have appeared in this lifetime…

"The fourth swordsman of Heaven..."

"And then there's the current Fifth Saint of Lust..."

“All of this is inextricably linked to the Kingdom of Heaven and Yahweh. The Kingdom of Heaven... what exactly are you plotting?”

The reborn murmured softly.