Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 968 Reversing Divine Essence
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The dazzling light of the Mother of the Universe in the void gradually dissipated like receding waves, leaving only a trace of the afterglow of the Mother of the Universe particles in place.

Xia Xiu stood still, silently bowing his head, his silver-white cane gently tapping the ground with a soft "tap".

He didn't speak immediately, his expression revealing deep thought.

"The startup program is related to the so-called Hand of God... and the previous files mentioned Incident 42, which should be the appearance of the Hand of God, causing the CR-13 project to go out of control."

Xia Xiu murmured softly.

"It's fun, it's fun, it's fun..."

Behind him, Cyric, the god of madness, continued his madness in his irritating way, repeatedly stroking the air around him with his translucent, smoke-filled hands, as if caressing some non-existent child; sometimes he would suddenly let out a sharp laugh, and sometimes he would mutter incoherent words.

Xia Xiu glanced at the other person, and the entire message that Mi Mu had just translated flashed through his mind.

The enormous arm in that scene, piercing through the earth and the sky, was entirely formed from highly concentrated divine factors, possessing multiple complexities such as rule rewriting, reality distortion, and form deconstruction.

Xia Xiu closed his eyes, and the last description of the tattered diary page flashed through his mind again:

"To summon them again, we must... create the Hand of God once more."

Reawakening CR-13?

In other words, the [Hand of God] descent mechanism must be invoked once again.

The method of its construction is unknown; he only knows that it has transformed into something indescribable and is scattered in the sky above the miniature garden world.

To recreate the [Hand of God] is simply impossible without knowing its principles and formula.

Unless... there is an anchor.

“Summoning point… This divine kingdom is now just a remnant anchor point.”

He slowly turned his head to look at the mad god beside him, who was still chuckling, muttering, and scratching sparks from the edge of the throne with his fingernails.

Shirek.

The disqualified god of the Golden Court, the dark sun, the king of lies, the embodiment of chaos and deception.

Xia Xiu's lips curled into a slight smile, a half-smile playing on his lips, and his gaze toward Xirek began to turn sinister.

Look, here's a ready-made one.

Shirek seemed to finally realize something.

He paused slightly, and the chuckling he had been making abruptly stopped.

At this moment, those eyes, still retaining traces of divinity, seemed to finally focus, and he felt a chill and trembling for no reason.

Xia Xiu then approached Xirek and scrutinized him as if he were prey or a vessel.

The essence of worshipping a deity is to be a vessel that contains divinity.

Their bodies, souls, authority, divine kingdom, divine office, order, cognition, and sense of existence are all subordinate to the unified structure of faith in divinity.

This is precisely the difference between the Information Integration Entity, which is empowered by the Great Power, and the Deity of Faith, which is the controller of the Information Authority, and the Deity of Faith, who is the subject of the Information Authority.

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes, a fragmented diagram appearing in his mind: If the divine container were broken down into basic modules, and its structural axis were forcibly taken over by [Frame-by-Frame Construction], supplemented by the coordinate inversion mechanism of [World Modulation]...

This fallen god can then be reverse-forged into an anchor for summoning.

Similar to [God's Hand].

The more Xia Xiu thought about it, the more promising it seemed.

He went straight to Cyric and saw the figure of the Abyss Lord approaching him. It was a structure of pure computation, a stride that overlapped divinity and physical logic.

Cyric instinctively took a step back, his heel scraping against the throne steps with a soft crunch.

But—he couldn't move.

His entire divine body was as if it were tightly bound by some invisible lines, nailed to the spot, as if he himself was nothing more than an unopened package of divine material, being casually examined under the light.

[World Modulation, Mimu's Spine Sequence, Authority Clue Synchronization - Access Completed]

In that instant, the divine structure of the God of Madness seemed to have been muted, freezing completely in mid-air.

“Cirik,” Xia Xiu said softly, placing his hand on his forehead. His tone was almost gentle, as if speaking to a patient. “You’ve worked hard. I need you to complete an experiment.”

Cyric's eyes suddenly darted around, his gaze like a turbulent vortex, and a strange, asymmetrical smile slowly spread across his lips.

He trembled slightly, but his eyes, like fragments submerged in mercury, glanced sideways at Xia Xiu, his mouth agape as if he were swallowing all the air in the world.

"Shh...shh...did you hear that? That sound...patter...patter...it sounds like...another world is falling apart..."

"You want to experiment? You want me to cooperate? Hahahaha... Me too! I have so many experiments! I've tried stuffing stars into my veins, and I've tried putting my soul into a clock... Click click click click click!"

"You know what? I once shoved a whole bunch of idols into my mouth and chewed them up. They screamed on my tongue like... the sound of candy wrappers being torn... Want some? Fresh and sweet!"

The god of madness tilted his head wildly, his teeth almost biting off his own tongue, his entire face filled with chaotic and distorted emotions.

He was like a raging fire, trembling violently on the throne steps, yet he was firmly pinned to the spot by Xia Xiu's precisely controlled frame-by-frame world, remaining motionless.

Xia Xiu looked down at the twisted ancient god without saying a word, but slowly raised his hand.

In his palm, the aura of [Metatron]'s authority gradually emerged, and world modulation modules unfolded in his palm, like surgical templates dissecting a god, inch by inch revealing the other's divine structure.

Now, he is about to begin refining the God of Madness in reverse.

Just for a moment.

"Click——"

A crisp yet eerie sound seemed to explode from the very structure of the divine realm, and Cyric's body suddenly stiffened on the spot.

The next second, His entire being was lifted up in a way that completely defied the laws of physics.

His limbs, spine, head, and even divine tendrils were all drawn up slowly by golden threads like strings, rising into the dome of the Kingdom of God.

There is no gravity, no struggle, only passive, absolute control.

His body was suspended in mid-air as if nailed to some kind of giant, invisible cross. His entire divine body was stiffly stretched out, his arms outstretched, his chest raised, and his divine core exposed in the void, draped in the shell of a shattered god.

[World Modulation Mode: Activating]

[Target for extraction: Deity of Faith - Golden Royal Court - Disqualified God - ID SRK-001]

[Modification Target: Reverse Refinement Activation, Authority Dissolution, Divinity Dismantling, Faith Anchor Point Takeover]

[Detection of Divine Contamination Level: IV - Manic Type - Induced Infection Threshold 28%]

[Reading central module... Establishing reverse engineering access path... Success]

[Import Frame Rate World - Precise Time Difference Stream]

[The calculation benchmark per second has been adjusted to 5 × 10⁻⁶ times]

[Splitting Nodes: Skull → Spine → Thoracic Core → Authority Storage → Divine Intermediate]

[Note: The target is a highly polluted divine container. Separation may trigger personality splitting.] Just as the module command for "divine interruption" appeared, Cyric's howl finally burst out from the dome!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

His voice was like a raging wind tearing through metal, a mixture of maniacal laughter, roars, and curses. The space of the throne city began to tremble, and cracks spread down from the dome beneath him in concentric circles, like drops of black ink falling onto the surface of water.

Meanwhile, the most terrifying phenomenon—

His face began to split apart.

Starting with the peeling away of the core of his divinity, Cyric's face seemed to be dissected layer by layer, with one new and one old face after another emerging from his divinity: there were faces of children, old women, blind people, and "mirror faces" that resembled himself but were a hundred times more distorted.

These "faces" continuously emerge from His body, hanging atop the Kingdom of God along the trajectory of the frame-by-frame harness.

The gods die and appear in a hundred different forms.

Xia Xiu stood calmly below, his eyes gleaming with gold. He slowly raised his hand, fingers pointing to the sky, and began the final incantation like a priest in prayer:
[Divinity Reconstruction - Phase One: Stripping Away Faith Authority]

[Phase Two: Divine Interfix Anchor Transformation]

[Phase Three: Chaos Carrier → Target Anchor Point · Summoning Interface Reconstruction]

[Simulation: [Hand of God] - Descent Interface - Under Construction]

At the pinnacle of His divine realm, His divinity seemed poised to be ignited by the entire world as a torch. Space, time, and will were all dismantled into logic and data within bundles of wires, stripped of His former dignity as the supreme god.

His madness, however, gradually faded as his divinity was stripped away, and he instead appeared...peaceful.

As if regaining a sliver of reason amidst the pain, Cyric found a sense of relief in that reason.

His howling gradually subsided.

High above the dome of the divine kingdom, He seemed to have been torn back to a moment of clarity from the abyss of boundless madness. Those faces, cracked from divinity, gradually fell silent, leaving only Himself, the true "He".

The real Shirek.

His pupils were fixed on the figure below, as the frame rate tore apart.

"...O Son of Man, O Creator, O Enderah."

“I see your shadow as the gods saw the flood.”

"You are the blazing sword, the judgment of the burning altar."

“You are the Messiah who emerges from the fear of all beings, the one who comes to execute Ragnarok.”

“I…I finally know.”

Shirek said to Xia Xiu below:
"Our divine age will ultimately perish at your hands..."

"Now I fall at your hands, becoming the first divine remains before twilight arrives... and this is my atonement."

"Thank you... for bringing me to my senses."

In the end, His voice was almost a whisper, yet it was like a belated prayer, echoing through the ruins of the throne.

And the next moment——

He began to cooperate proactively.

Golden threads taut around his body, and he, as if offering himself up as a sacrifice, cooperated with Xia Xiu to unfold his divine structure.

His palms outstretched, metallic cracks of divine power erupted from his chest, and a hazy light of memories flashed in his eyes.

"I...I've seen that hand before..."

"It does not come with destruction, but with—weaving."

"It carries a bottle...not glass, nor a magic artifact, but...a vessel of fate."

That scene flashed into his mind:
At a certain thousand-year moment when he went completely mad, that hand suddenly reached out from the void, its knuckles as white as bone, its palm as if made of cast iron and prayer.

It slowly unscrewed the bottle opening, and then a miniature garden, as if from a real world, slowly poured out of the bottle.

Then—four girls arrived.

They do not appear in the form of gods, but are the crystallization of information, the embodiment of their nature, and the abnormal objects resulting from the intersection of divinity and human cognition.

They fell from the sky like four shooting stars burning backwards, accompanied by the tolling of bells and the sound of prayers, piercing through his divine kingdom's barrier and locking the entire throne kingdom and the entire miniature world into that enclosed space.

Then comes suppression!
Insane suppression!!!
The four CR-13 entities acted like divine cutting machines, relentlessly launching wave after wave of attacks on him and the divine realm.

He watched as his temple shattered under the shock of their wings of light, watched as each believer exploded into a bloody mist in the backlash of divinity, and watched as the entire faith system collapsed and was silently annihilated after the divine resonance mechanism failed.

They simply flew silently around the entire divine kingdom, like four satellites of destiny dancing in a star orbit, indifferent and silent, yet exuding a tranquility more desperate than hell.

His madness plummeted from that day onward, like a precipice.

In the years that followed, he no longer knew what the sun and moon were, or even who he was; he was simply immersed in that eternal fear.

until today.

Until Xia Xiu.

This Abyss Lord, this Fate Summoner from the outside world, tore Him out of madness and dragged Him out of the nightmare through reverse cultivation.

"Thank you... for waking me up..."

"Now, let me help you!!!"

Above the heavens, divinity was boiling. Golden threads, like ribbons, swirled and coalesced around the remnants of Cyrek's authority, forming a new vessel core.

Xia Xiu finally raised his right hand.

[Reverse Refinement Anchoring Completed—]

[Access interface reconstruction complete]

[Begin constructing the Hand of God!]

Cyric's divine remains hung high in the sky, his physical body like an inverted holy statue, disintegrating inch by inch into flowing stripes of light and peeling layers of divinity. His godhood began to crumble, his informational structure peeling away layer by layer, transforming into primordial components of a mold, like skeletons of light, weaving in the void.

The hymn rises, accelerating the [Frame Rate World].

At the pinnacle of nothingness, the "hand" finally began to materialize.

First, a nascent form of light slowly emerged from the remnants of power and divinity separated. It had no flesh or bones, only intertwined and recombining lines of cause and effect, like gauze or silk, resembling the nerves reflecting the entire world of faith.

Then, there was a finger.

It slowly points downwards with frame rate distortion, each divine vein piercing through the void, like the whisper of law, like the walking of judgment.

The second knuckle then takes shape.

Then came the third, the fourth...

Until the entire hand, like an old memory of the divine kingdom, slowly stretched out, the palm like an inverted Holy Grail, the cross and the symbol of light intertwined, like stars gathering, sacred and blasphemous coexisting.

[The Hand of God Descends!]