Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 960 [Resolution Code: Homeostasis]

On the golden throne, Xia Xiu slowly opened his eyes.

His consciousness spread like wildfire throughout the entire network of new desires and flesh, and finally returned to his own body.

At this moment, Xia Xiu finally became the true Fifth Saint, which also meant that he became the fifth in line to inherit the Golden Throne.

Behind him, the golden throne trembled violently.

Xia Xiu remained silent, his eyes lowered.

His fingertips still held everything he had sensed during his mental wandering.

Lavata is no longer an altar or an idol, but the very fabric of the earth itself. Her roots penetrate the earth's crust, her veins flow between the shallow layers of the mantle, like a divine embryo sleeping beneath the continental plates, with the Balkans as its palace, desire as its navel, and the plates as its organs.

Oroko, the colossal avatar of the halberd-wielder, now slumbers beneath Moscow, serving as the weapon manufacturing matrix for the Hunter's Black House, continuously producing bone-armored warriors.

And those fragments of divine essence, cut and assembled one by one, are quietly infiltrating the gray borders of the entire old world through war zone smuggling, armed companies, and mercenary systems.

The remains of the other two saints?
Xia Xiu could only see their remaining flesh and blood, which had been used and turned into laboratory samples, currency for capital, and scepters for religious sects.

What's even more chilling is that the new web of flesh and desire has already spread throughout the power pyramid of Terra.

From foundation research departments and capital trusts to royal lineage, and even presidential residences and underground shrines...

At this moment, he placed his hands on the bone grips on either side of the throne, and a stream of light pierced through his spine. The golden throne accepted his will, and the celestial rune appeared.

He gained temporary control of the Golden Throne, which meant that the saint's commands could be directly connected to the central structure of the inner sanctuary, and he had permission to enter and leave the inner sanctuary.

That was the key to his next move.

Because there is one more thing that must be done immediately.

Deep within the Ether Sea, the unsettling tremor still lingered.

He is speaking, He is pursuing, He is striking the barrier of [the Crystal Heaven].

【His boundless coverage】.

Unhappy is now like a child, playing with what he sees as "a small blue ball encased in glass".

Xia Xiu took a deep breath and released his throne privileges.

He must take advantage of the brief window of opportunity to send his displeasure back to the deepest recesses of the ether.

So he began to try to connect the Golden Throne.

hum-

hum-

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The throne trembled.

It was a suppressed and deep roar, like some deity sealed away for thousands of years turning over in a deep sleep.

The back of the golden throne bulged slowly as if breathing, with countless black cables wriggling, positioning, and expanding within the metallic skin.

next moment.

Click!

Click!

Click——!
More than ten thick cables suddenly sprang out from behind the throne, like nerve tendrils breaking free of their cocoons.

They opened rapidly in an umbrella shape, surrounding Xia Xiu's body like iron vines, locking him firmly in place.

The three main cables then meandered forward—they did not hesitate, one piercing through Xia Xiu's upper sternum; one precisely inserting into the psionic interface below the back of his head; and the last one deeply embedded itself in the middle of his spine, perfectly matching his neural axis.

"Click——"

The sound was like the tearing of frozen bones.

His body trembled violently; he felt as if he were imprisoned on a golden throne.

"So this is how Yann controls Daenerys... It really is like being in prison."

Xia Xiu silently complained to himself.

The moment the golden throne touched him, he felt as if he had been locked inside some kind of enormous niche of flesh and blood.

His hands and feet were supported by rune supports, behind him was a burning EVE fluid cooling tank, and above his head was a spiritual pressure control core.

——【Throne of the Witch King - Begin Connection】——

[Privilege Level: IV-A (Fifth in Succession)]

[Authorized Identity: Sage Klavigar Xerox]

[Connection Interface: EVE-level Spiritual Pressure Resonance, Neural Connection Rate 87.6%]

[Neural cluster: Stable connection between the main spinal trunk, frontal lobe, and sternum]

[Sovereign authority guiding the central hub: Think Tank Yadaboth successfully launched]

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Xia Xiu did not experience the expected divine ascension, nor did he feel any overwhelming or all-encompassing power.

On the contrary, at that moment, he felt as if he were sitting inside a magnificent, outrageous machine.

This is a perpetual, mechanical device of authority.

His true nature, the black sun that lies dormant in the ether and burns within it, is inherently powerful, and now it is being brutally amplified, propelled, and injected into the circuit by this machine.

That feeling—it wasn't that he had become stronger, but rather that every thought and every ounce of his will was as if it had been thrown into a giant crystal net, measured, calibrated, framed, and then accelerated into amplified commands.

On the golden throne, the Fifth Sage gently exhaled a breath of cold air.

He began to try to control the edge tentacles of [His boundless coverage].

[Adabos] silently surfaced in the depths of his consciousness, like a cold, hard crystal embedded in his brainstem, slowly turning the gears of logic at zero-point temperature.

[Command confirmed: Activate edge tentacles - third-band cold connection]

[Feedback threshold: 24.3% → 27.8%]

[Source of Sovereignty: Golden Throne + Six Commander Fragments No. 02 (Connected)]

Xia Xiu didn't speak; he simply raised his left hand slowly.

The three main cables behind the golden throne suddenly tightened, and the primordial mechanism constructed by the unknown aggregated faith throbbed violently like a pulse. Black light flowed along the cables and entered his spine, burning into his bone marrow.

His consciousness, like a spider silk being pulled by a tremendous force, pierced through the layers of ether and arrived at a slumbering edge cavity within Unhappy's body.

That was a corner of the outer edge of the Dragon Mother's flesh and blood, a place where tentacles and fleshy leaves piled up like mountains, intertwined like nebulae.

Then he saw the unhappy parts of the body.

It's not with your eyes, but with your consciousness.

A slumbering being, as vast as the universe, possessing billions of eyes and countless pulsating organs, is slowly extending its rough, fleshy touch in a certain direction—to a shimmering "blue glass ball."

Xia Xiu tried to input the control logic using [Adabus], and the feeling was... extremely uncomfortable.

Like an ant trying to pry open a human's fingernail; like throwing one's own thoughts into an abyss and watching them be torn apart by layers of vortexes; like looking up from the seabed and trying to push the moon back.

Even with the aid of the Golden Throne, he still felt his nervous system tremble violently, and a mournful cry from the deepest part of his consciousness echoed within him.

His mouth tasted of rust, his fingernails were bluish-purple, and his spine felt as if it were frozen.

Fortunately, this uncomfortable feeling didn't last long.

Soon, Xia Xiu, the fifth saint, truly experienced what Ya En had once felt—the feeling of controlling the Dragon Mother.

【warn! ! ! 】

[The assimilation of think tanks begins now]

[Assimilation Process of the Abbasid Caucasus Initiated]

His consciousness merged with the think tank, and he became [Adabos].

In that instant, Xia Xiu's consciousness was "connected"—no longer remotely controlled, no longer manipulated, but... replaced.

Before he could utter a sound, everything vanished in the next instant.

He felt like he had become the Mother of Dragons.

I will be selfless, but will stand from the perspective of that blind beast—the Dragon Mother—to see the world, the stars, Terra, and the spinning blue glass ball.

He sensed that he had billions of breathing holes, fleshy cavities, cysts, glands, blood vessels, and unnamed organs; each one seemed to have its own will, each one echoing the chanting from the depths of the ether.

Consciousness was no longer human consciousness. Xia Xiu heard the voice of the stars.

I heard the mournful groans of galactic orbits rubbing together, the undulations of the mantle and the tremors of the core, and the faint breaths of life-giving cores within all things, pulsating like grains of rice.

He slowly moved one of his tentacles.

It was just one of them, but that tentacle, in the starry sky, was like the bones of Pangu, stretching for thousands of miles. With a gentle sway, it could disrupt the orbital chain of a civilization.

He saw that among the countless giant tumors on his body, some altar systems were automatically expelling tidal fluids. He could even feel a cult group pleading with him, and their ritual corresponded to a certain spot on his ribs... um, hair.
Yes, hair.

The immense power that humans prayed and pleaded for in their sacrifices was nothing more than a single, insignificant hair on this boundless behemoth.

who am I?
Where am I from?
What should I do?
He was like something that was constantly overflowing, being poured into a cosmic shell that did not belong to him. In this unprecedented perspective of a colossal object, the Fifth Saint was already somewhat unable to distinguish who he was.

This is an inevitable cognitive breakdown.

The scale, in his eyes, completely collapsed.

Mountains, cities, fleets, Terra, stars...

In his perception, everything was nothing more than meaningless particle structures, like spores wriggling at the bottom of a tank.

He cannot see these things, nor does he need to.

He sensed the tremors in everything, yet felt that everything was utterly worthless.

Reason is crumbling.

His thoughts should have unfolded linearly, but at this moment, his brain seemed to be spread out as a horizontally extending holographic resonance wave network.

All thoughts overlap, superimpose, and entangle, like infinitely nested fragments of consciousness in multiple dreams.

He began to forget language, forget concepts, forget definitions.

"What am I?"

What are external things?

Why does existence need to be perceived?

The answer then emerges from the neuronal and non-neural aspects of the behemoth—no need for perception, no need for thought, just devour.

All He needs to do is devour everything; all He needs to do is express blind and pleasurable emotions.

Everything that makes you unhappy will be consumed by yourself.

Just as he was about to completely succumb,
The golden throne trembled violently.

There was no sound, only a black sun slowly rising.

That was the symbol of his essence, the anchor of his existence.

At that moment, a crack was torn open in the chaotic mind of the colossal being, and Xia Xiu's consciousness slipped out of the crack like mercury and suddenly returned.

He seemed to awaken from a nightmare of immense power.

He gasped for breath, his back trembled, and cold sweat seeped from the gaps in the pipes connecting the golden throne.

He almost became a blind and foolish idiot, and almost never came back.

This lingering fear gripped him so deeply that he dared not sink into that chaotic sea of ​​consciousness again.

But he knew there was one more thing he had to do.

"...Go back, return to the depths of the ether!"

He spoke in a low voice, his voice like the echo of a bloodless, mangled body.

This command, however, does not rely on language.

Under the coordination of [Adabus], he activated the deepest level of authority of the Golden Throne, generating a control command encoded with "will-symbol" from the logical threshold.

Strictly speaking, this is not an instruction, but rather like an electrical signal transmitted between synapses in the human brain—brief and precise, yet capable of driving the entire neural pathway to perform complex tasks.

This time, however, the receiver of the signal was not a nerve, but a colossal beast that enveloped the inner palace, spread throughout the universe, and had no nervous system.

The existence of the six commanders is the "synaptic bridge" between this golden throne and the behemoth.

The Golden Throne is like the cerebral cortex, the Six Commanders are like the extending nerve cables, and Xia Xiu... he just pressed a button.

It was a simple action, but that action shook the abyssal behemoth.

At that moment, the pipes behind the throne trembled slightly, injecting some unspeakable signal into an ancient and vast vein.

Deep within consciousness, the boundless expanse He covers seems to have sensed something and is slowly ceasing its movements.

The signal was captured by the six leaders, translated by them, and then fed back to the deep structure of His boundless expanse in some extrasensory way.

Just like in the human brain, the moment a thought arises, the fingers have already begun to move.

This time, however, the finger wasn't muscle or nerve, but Daenerys Targaryen.

The massive edge tentacles slowly retracted, like seaweed being dragged by an invisible tide, retreating slowly under a silent command.

What retreated was the surging tide of flesh, like a sea of ​​blood.

The divine flesh and blood that originally occupied the space between the inner sanctum and reality, stirring up the etheric waves, began to slowly collapse, flow back, and merge into the deeper abyss of ether.

"Go back...go back...go back..."

The behemoth murmured, like a giant infant whose mind has not yet been developed.

This all-encompassing behemoth, like a child who has suddenly lost interest, slowly and gently drops the glass marble toy (Terra) from its hand.

He twisted trillions of tons of flesh and blood, slowly, stubbornly, almost with a kind of defiant emotion, moving further into the depths of the ether.

At this moment, the boundless expanse He covered, like a god turning over in his sleep, left the boundary of the inner temple and slowly retreated into the deepest, lightless depths of the ether.

……

……

On the golden throne, Xia Xiu's face was ashen.

The EVE tubing and black connecting cables that had originally enveloped him began to loosen and break off one by one, making a faint sound like nerves snapping.

An instinctive rejection was occurring—a slight tremor came from the flesh-and-blood niche, and the throne began to "spit him out."

One by one, the tubes in his body popped open, and the metal pins remaining in his spine, skull, and sternum were rapidly melting away. A faint yet chilling wriggling sound came from behind the throne.

He did not struggle, but he felt as if he had been ripped away from the entire inner sanctuary, like a drop of blood that should not exist, instinctively expelled by the body of a deity.

A peculiar teleportation process, a mixture of pulses, electromagnetic fields, and the distortion of flesh and blood structures, was initiated.

"puff--"

With a muffled thud, Xia Xiu's body suddenly appeared on the ground.

He was thrown out of the inner sanctum, as if his consciousness were returning to the womb, and he slumped back into the real world, back to the cave that housed the Second Consul.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his sweat mingling with the condensed EVE vapor, as if he had just escaped from some unspeakable dream.

He looked down at his hands, his fingertips still lingering with distant tactile memories—the illusion of controlling a giant beast, the fervor of looking down on the world from a god's perspective.

"It truly is a power that can fascinate and drive everyone crazy..." Xia Xiu couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, besides marveling at the power of the Golden Throne, he was also concerned about something else.

That's Heaven... or rather, Eden's current reaction.

In the past, everyone chose to turn a blind eye, but now that I'm in this situation, I'm not even going to pretend anymore. Surely the big boss will react in some way.

【Ding--】

At that moment, the interface of the Eden system popped up in front of him.

The big boss also decided to stop acting. At this moment, the system font with black background and white text was smooth and solemn:
[Reserve decision-maker: Hugh Abraham]

[Your resolution code has been updated—]

Once you secure thirteen seats in the resolution assembly, that resolution's code name will become one of your future symbols.

[Current resolution code: Constancy!]

"Homeostasis..."

Xia Xiu murmured the code name.

Ordinary people might not understand its meaning, but for him, who had just controlled [His Boundless Cover], the meaning of this code name was all too clear...

Ambition!