Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1869 Grass Sprouts
In Ilúvatar's eyes, life and destruction alternated. She approached the scorpion-shaped multiverse behemoth and shattered its crystal wall with a gentle palm strike. At that moment, the entire crystal wall of the multiverse behemoth began to be destroyed.

About a third of the crystal wall, once the size of the infinite multiverse shell, fell like dominoes, with the spot where the palm landed as the core. The last glimmer of hope for this multiverse behemoth was destroyed by this palm strike.

Life was transformed into destruction, and the multi-dimensional crystal wall fell into a vicious cycle.

"Is this the difference? It's huge."

After making her move once, Ilúvatar realized that the difference between the multiverse behemoth and the ultimate life form was too great.

The former is an adult in a vegetative state, while the latter is a healthy, well-developed eight-year-old child.

In terms of height and weight, children are inferior to people in a vegetative state, but people in a vegetative state cannot resist at all. When faced with microbial invasion, they can rely on their immune system to fight back on their own, but when faced with parasites, they are in trouble. When faced with children, who are also human, they have no ability to resist at all.

In particular, the child had mastered techniques such as removing oxygen tubes.

If we're just looking at combat strength, it's like an adult hitting a rat, specifically a northern rat, which is particularly slow. Unless you're blind, you can hit it every time, and it bursts open with a single step.

Ilúvatar, a newly enlightened being, is more than capable of wreaking havoc among a horde of multi-behemoths. Let alone sixteen, even one hundred and sixty multi-behemoths would not be a problem for her.

But in the instant after Ilúvatar slayed the multiverse behemoth, she swiftly dodged the shattered area. Seeing the relentless surge of negative energy, even the newly advanced Ilúvatar couldn't help but pale. If she were to be directly impacted by those negative energies, she would certainly meet a terrible end.

The world that followed Ilúvatar to the battlefield looked at Ilúvatar's drastically changed expression and said with a smile, "Don't worry too much. It's just the negative effects of one or two multiverse behemoths dying. Compared to the vastness of the Void Sea, it's just a drop of ink in the Pacific Ocean. They will soon be assimilated into the Void Sea into nothingness."

Ilúvatar nodded, but then she thought of the theory the wise men had mentioned during the previous meeting: that one needed at least five ultimate abilities to have a chance of passing the Ascension Tribulation, and six to guarantee passing it.

Now that she was also at the ultimate level of life, looking at the theories proposed by the sages from that perspective immediately made her understand why the sages said what they did. After careful consideration, Ilúvatar said to the world beside her, "So the six ultimate levels are actually used to ensure that no multiverse behemoth will bypass the ultimate powerhouses who fight head-on and sneak into the multiverse to steal our base?"

If we consider the multiverse as a six-sided cube, then the six ultimate beings can each guard one side. However, if there are only three, then human resources would be too strained. As for one ultimate being, although an adult can easily crush a rat with one stomp, even walking hundreds of thousands of steps non-stop would exhaust them. Moreover, those hundreds of thousands of rats are just slow runners, not incapable of fighting back. After the rats die, they can spread plague, and the more you kill, the greater the chance of infection.

"Well, there's another issue. The negative impact of one or two multi-dimensional behemoths dying is like a drop of ink entering the Pacific Ocean. But if it's hundreds of thousands of drops of ink, then it still causes some pollution."

If hundreds of thousands of drops of ink are suddenly poured into a small area, even the Pacific Ocean cannot dilute it instantly; there will always be a reaction time. However, for the white paper that happens to be in the ink-filled area, it will suffer terribly.

The more multiverse behemoths that die, the more negative effects will be released. Ultimates located near these behemoths will inevitably face being surrounded by this negativity. Ilúvatar doesn't want to touch any of this negativity; once touched, it takes an ultimate a very long time to clear away. If truly surrounded by negativity, even an ultimate life form risks perishing. "The number of multiverse behemoths we'll face during the Ascension Tribulation is limited, because they won't come indefinitely; they're finite. If we just endure the multiverse annihilation process of the Ascension Tribulation, our mission to protect the multiverse will be complete. As for the rest, that's beyond the capabilities of two ultimates at the level of an inner universe."

The world didn't say it outright, but Ilúvatar knew what he was thinking.

The shattered multiverse crystal walls were not wasted. Ilúvatar first extracted the most essential parts, mixing them with the willpower gained from slaying the multiverse behemoths. Then, the world picked and chose, finally selecting some relatively clean fragments to bring back to the Thirty-Sixth Multiverse Heaven, allowing the current negative multiverse to absorb the multiverse crystal wall fragments.

The rest were all devoured by Black Wu Jie, especially Insect Wu Jie.

While Plant Wu Jie cleansed his negative aspects with the mixture of willpower, Insect Wu Jie transformed into a sea of ​​insects, devouring the remains of the multiverse behemoths. Meanwhile, the other Wu Jies flew towards the multiverse behemoths further away, first hindering and disrupting their progress toward the infinite multiverse. Once Plant Wu Jie had completely digested the mixture of willpower, they would then gradually harvest these multiverse behemoths.

Within the Holy Emperor's Heaven, a vast amount of vegetation grows, and all of these plants bear the imprint of the true spirit.

Looking at the vegetation growing in the Holy Emperor Heaven, Wu Jie understood.

These plants are new; they are not reincarnations of sentient beings from other worlds in the multiverse, but rather the rebirth of sentient beings in the Holy Emperor Heaven who have dedicated everything to plants, including their true spirits.

Wu Jie is an honest man. He will do things for people if he takes a benefit, provided that Wu Jie himself is willing to take the benefit.

Golden particles of light flew out from the vegetation, the true spirits of those reborn plants praising the Holy Emperor and Wu Jie without reservation or distraction. The power of their vows was born within the Holy Emperor's Heaven, then merged with its essence, further strengthening its foundation.

There weren't many intelligent lives saved by Wu Jie the plant. After a wave of true spirit sacrifices, the plants that successfully reincarnated could at most cover the entire Shu Mountain plane, which is the surface of a star.

In terms of the overall progress, the power of the plants' wishes is negligible, but for the Holy Emperor Heaven, which was originally barren with only an empty area and a conference hall, the reincarnated true spirit undoubtedly brought about a qualitative change.

It was as if the multiverse, which had just been born with its outer crystal walls, was welcoming the first intelligent life form within its own body.

At this moment, the Holy Emperor Heaven possessed a life that belonged exclusively to Him.

(End of this chapter)