Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1808 The beginning of the counterattack

Gray smoke rose everywhere, and even the primordial continent began to show gray air currents, but the Thirty-Three Heavens Miro Heavenly Net Formation remained completely unaffected by the gray air currents.

"I really don't know how the Primordial Heavenly Court could have fallen to such a state of disarray, despite possessing such a treasure trove. They're utterly useless. I can understand the Primordial Heavenly Court's decline, but I don't believe decline equals becoming utterly useless."

Within the mental network constructed by Zhan Lan, which covered the entire main god faction, the bespectacled girl with a single ponytail, clutching a reader, watched the warriors from various main god factions come and go, utterly bewildered. Her true form had only slumbered for a few hundred thousand years; how could the Primordial Heavenly Court have become like this?
"What? You still intend to make the Primordial Heavenly Court turn ten times stronger by turning evil, Your Majesty Houtu?"

An elderly man with white hair and beard, standing three meters tall, greeted Houtu, only to be met with a disdainful look from her.

"First Dragon, you'd better not be sarcastic."

"No sarcastic remarks, Your Majesty the First Dragon is simply stating the facts. It's been a long time, and I never expected our meeting to take this form, let alone at this time." A white-robed youth with a crown of thorns and long flaxen hair appeared before Houtu, and did not forget to say to the First Dragon, who had transformed into human form, "Her Majesty Houtu has always had this temper, please forgive her, Your Majesty the First Dragon."

"Young man of the house of Jehovah, it's been years since we last met. You've certainly gotten better at stirring up trouble, haven't you?"

"Your Majesty, you said these words to me more than once during the spacetime turbulence," Jesus said with a smile. "Back then, you threw fragments of the Wheel of Reincarnation into the spacetime turbulence, creating a world called 'The Chronicles of Narnia,' and inserted the story of 'The Chronicles of Narnia' into the Humanity's Destiny Resonance Project, just like 'Journey to the West' and 'The Lord of the Rings.' Professor Luo and I were among the few qualified to enter the Narnia plane and add our own destiny clones. At that time, Professor Luo often slept, only appearing during the birth and death of the Narnia world, while I became someone who had many conversations with you."

Houtu truly did not know the specifics of the battle between the Chronicles of Narnia and the Time-Space Turbulence. The current Houtu is her true form, and the clone in the Chronicles of Narnia world has not returned to her true form, nor has it transmitted back even a single piece of information. After all, once that information is transmitted back, the next target would be Houtu's true form in Hell.

"By the way, haven't you met Wu Jie yet?"

"Wu Jie?" Houtu was slightly taken aback, then asked, "That guy who cultivated his inner universe with his spiritual light? I've never met him, but my brother has talked about him."

"Did the Great Lord also talk to you about Wu Jie?"

Because the multiverse is on the verge of collapse, those who have met the Great Lord and followed him have started to speak less carefully. As long as they don't deliberately shout things like "Great Lord Wu Ming, I am XXXX", simply mentioning the Great Lord isn't a big problem.

After all, the Highlord is merely a being within a multiverse.

"That's normal. At that time, the Great Lord hadn't returned to the tower yet, but he had to return to the top. Under such circumstances, he would inevitably leave behind many contingency plans and information." The First Dragon let out a laugh that sounded like the clash of metal, or like a barbell. "Take me for example. Back then, I fought the First Serpent on the battlefield of creation to the point of near annihilation, but I broke free from my destined fate. A wisp of my soul entered the temporal turbulence and won the resurrection match on the day of the end of this era. Guess why the Great Lord insisted on sending me to the temporal turbulence? With the Great Lord's strength at the time, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to repair my essence."

The First Dragon smiled and pulled out another copy of Journey to the West, the same edition printed by Zhonghua Book Company. He said to Houtu, "It was all part of that person's carefully laid plan."

Houtu's lips twitched slightly. She always felt that the First Dragon's statement was strange. If the three of them were gathered in a small, dark room with only an incandescent bulb overhead as the only light source, it might feel more authentic.

However, the phoenix from the Central Continent team is truly capable. Although similar virtual network products exist in the Primordial Heavenly Court, let alone spanning the entire multiverse, its internal thought acceleration alone is already extremely powerful. Most importantly, this is a mental sea network model that she single-handedly constructed with her mental power as the core. The main god is merely a signal tower, and the other mental power controllers are just batteries. The true core is only—Zhan Lan.

'Damn it, is she planning to use this as a basis to create a collection of the minds of countless beings?'

Houtu looked at the many warriors of the main god camp. They were of different strengths and races, but the only thing they had in common was that wisps of black energy kept emanating from their bodies. Moreover, the faster the warriors of the main god camp accelerated in the Mind Network, the more black energy they emitted.

"This won't do. At this rate, won't she drive herself insane? Unless... she masters all the fundamental rules and authority related to the mind in the entire multiverse, there's even a sliver of hope. Unlike other fundamental powers, mental power is far too special and far too dangerous."

Seeing that Houtu's expression was becoming increasingly strange, Jesus said, "Let's postpone the desecration of the corpses of the Primordial Heavenly Court. If we don't do something soon, we'll have to join them."

"What other methods do you have to snipe the Emperor? Could it be that some brilliant idea has been born in your brain, traveled down your veins, and finally emerged from your hands?"

Jesus raised his hands, forming the shape of someone nailed to a cross, and said to Ahtu, "So be it."

Outside the Western Heavenly Gate, before the cross that Jehovah had cast down, Jesus straightened his clothes.

Behind Jesus, Judas, holding the Spear of Longinus, stands silently.

"I'm actually quite curious that you would be willing to do this. You should know very well what this means, do you really want to do it?"

Jesus raised his arms high, allowing his body to be pulled up by the cross.

"If it weren't for wanting to atone for my sins, I would have long ago asked His Majesty the Demon Emperor to annihilate my true spirit." Judah's eyes were red, and his hoarse voice, like a broken gong, emitted characters that could only be described as noise: "I am guilty. I only wanted to atone for my sins. The truth about all races makes me nauseous, and the one who destroyed all races was actually the Ice Phoenix of the myriad demons. The Ice Phoenix shouldn't have done that. He was innocent, but he made a sacrifice."

(End of this chapter)