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Chapter 574 The World Deep in the Stars, Gris's Scheme
Two years later, deep in space.

An eternal silence flows beneath the starry sky.

The bronze-colored staircase stretched to the horizon, each area covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The shocking fracture, with its jagged edges suspended in the vacuum, resembled the keel of a dragon broken off by some prehistoric behemoth.

The bluish-gray rust spreads along the grooves on the surface of the ancient starry road, constantly obscuring the last remaining glory of the immortal civilization.

When the afterglow of the stars flows over it, the still intact Dao traces will glow with a faint blue firefly, like the dying light in the blood vessels of a dying person.

Upon closer inspection, the etched lines are still discernible—they are thousands upon thousands of blurred reliefs depicting people kneeling and bowing their heads.

All kinds, all sorts of things.

Not just humans.

Countless mythical creatures that have long since disappeared from the annals of history are also carved here, as are the alien races that invaded Earth as enemies.

Their features had long been blurred into fog-like pits by the space dust storm, but one could still glimpse the shadow of the ancient celestial court from the damaged giant relief, and get a glimpse of the ancient civilization that had reached the pinnacle of immortality.

The floating fragments gaze at each other in stillness for hundreds of millions of years, like decorations around a tomb.

The largest piece of debris had a half-pillar standing on it, and an unknown energy aggregate had condensed into stalactite-like nodules, looking like waste left over from some dangerous experiment.

In reality, this is just a product of the accumulation of thick, liquid spiritual energy that has been absorbed and transformed by the ancient starry road.

It gradually took on its current form over countless millennia.

As the wandering pulsar winds sweep by, the ancient star path, whose array patterns are still intact, will hum and emit intermittent streams of light.

The ancient array groaned as it operated, struggling to gather the already scarce spiritual energy remaining in this universe.

Arcs of ethereal blue energy leaped between the broken pieces, like a soul-summoning dance performed for an unfinished ritual, attempting to awaken this ancient miracle that had been so long ago that it was almost unknown to anyone.

The faint starlight illuminated the boundless desolation surrounding the broken ancient road.

The remnants of several gas giants were slowly rotating.

The hydrogen and helium atmosphere has long since dissipated, and the essence of the star has been completely depleted, leaving only an ugly star core covered with craters.

The faint light swallowed and gathered by the black hole flickered almost at the edge of the field of vision, and rings of cosmic dust, like dead silver snakes, lingered around the breaks in the light.

A figure dressed in black robes appeared out of thin air in this ancient and desolate star field, gazing at the black hole in the distance, his eyes flashing with intense, flickering flames.

The crimson flames of the soul flickered, adding a unique touch to Griss's black crystal-like body.

"Three hundred years. It's been three hundred years!"

"I've finally waited for this day!"

"Stop dawdling! You damn thing, open it now!"

"I can not wait any more!"

Gris muttered to himself in a low voice, constantly letting out sinister laughs, as if he were forcibly suppressing some kind of extreme excitement.

The towering skeletal body flickered continuously in space, followed by large numbers of alien races.

If the Yu family patriarch were here now, he would be extremely shocked.

In the past two years, the powerful alien martial saints he longed to fight on the battlefield did not appear on the star battlefield, but almost all of them gathered here, totaling more than thirty!
No alien martial saint possessed a cultivation level lower than the late stage of the Star Realm.

Among them are terrifying beings who have drawn six star maps, true ancient monsters who have lived for a thousand years.

This is combat power far exceeding that of the peak human race experts. Even the extremely warlike patriarch of the Yu family would have to consider whether he could dance without restraint in front of these guys.

What's even more surprising is that among these alien martial saints, the few who exude the most powerful aura look quite different from their original races.

Thick, white bones protrude, intertwining to form heavy bone plates.

A chilling aura of death flowed within their gnarled and powerful limbs, and the soul flames belonging to undead creatures flickered in their withered and murky eyes.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the skin of these powerful alien races is not the resilient and elastic skin that is full of vitality.

Instead, it was covered with a layer of iron-gray substance that resembled metal.

This is a zombie puppet!

It is an existence that is similar to that between living things and inanimate objects.

Their souls are still active, but their bodies have long since died and have been refined into physical puppets by some secret method.

Not only are their defenses incredibly strong, but the bodies of these long-dead puppets also make them naturally invincible.

If these alien "ancestor" zombie puppets were to appear on the star battlefield, the human race's overwhelming advantage would likely be completely reversed in a very short time.

Even though the human race has grown strong enough in the past two years to completely drive the alien race out of the Starry Sky Ancient Road, human warriors can occupy the small world furthest from their homeland, keeping the alien race trapped at their doorstep.

Like blocking a fountain of blood, they were all sealed on their respective planets, unable to move.

It is undeniable that humanity lacks the power to invade alien planets.

Even if Lu Wenwu personally took action.

Um.
If Lu Wenwu hadn't repeatedly self-destructed over the past two years in an attempt to force a one-for-one exchange with the superior alien race's planet, Gris probably wouldn't have been so bold.

Having fought Lu Wenwu in the previous world, he knew all too well how difficult this seemingly brainless barbarian could be.

Indecisiveness leads to disaster.

Humanity can replenish its homeland defense by continuously offering incense and bestowing divine titles upon gods.

Furthermore, by relying on the spirit chef to cook spiritual meals to sustain themselves in battle, they can maximize their combat endurance and minimize their development time.

Gris realized this deeply.

After Lu Wenwu popularized the renowned profession of spirit chef within the human race, the balance of power shifted dramatically.

Therefore, Gris used special means to gather all the remaining alien planets together, forming a star array with the planets at its core.

They gathered their previously scattered forces together for defense, even at the cost of abandoning all the vanguard micro-worlds intended for invading Earth.

Gris also considered whether to transform the alien race into undead creatures, establish a divine kingdom of faith in the shortest possible time, and challenge the human race's incense-based divine system.

But after much deliberation, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

To the undead, the living are nothing more than the embryonic development stage of the dead.

After the living become the dead, eternal life has just begun.

The living are the source of the growth of the immortal species.

If all alien races are exterminated, it may be possible to harvest a large amount of faith power in a short period of time, thereby igniting the divine fire, completing the condensation of the immortal godhood, and even directly forging an eternal divine kingdom.

However, unless one takes the step of becoming a true god, faith cannot be directly transformed into power.

Even if we manage to achieve our long-planned goals, this universe will be completely ruined and unable to be transformed into a production base capable of sustained output.

This is undesirable for Gris, who has a long lifespan.

This is nothing short of a textbook example of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Gris would only consider activating his long-hidden backup plan if things had reached a point of no return.

It is precisely because of this that, after much consideration, the human race and the alien races have gradually formed the current situation.

Countless superior and inferior races united as one, as if vowing to fight humanity to the death. Unable to discern Gris's true intentions, the humans dared not act rashly.

Forcibly breaking through the Star River Array and rushing into the alien race's lair is too risky.

Even the radical leader, the patriarch of the Yu family, disagreed with Lu Wenwu's extremely conservative battle plan.

This made Lu Wenwu somewhat regretful as he abandoned his plan to "explode with the enemy".

After conquering the last jump world, the human race decisively chose to use the spatial techniques learned from the Dragon Palace to seal off all spatial jump channels.

Disconnect all pioneer worlds and jump worlds from the space nodes of the alien planet.

They were divided into isolated islands to consolidate the existing front.

Under Gris's orders, the alien races stayed obediently on their own planet, seemingly having completely lost the desire to attack.

Pushing back against the human defensive lines would be pointless for them.

It has been plotting in this universe for three hundred years, and what it seeks is not such a low-level pursuit as dominating the universe.

What Griss wanted was a part of this universe that once had a glorious past.

To be precise, it means wanting to replace one of the concepts and make it their own.

Even a wrecked ship has three pounds of nails.

Even though the Great Dao of this universe is broken, it still holds a fatal attraction for Gris.

In Gris's plan, he will replace a certain concept in this world with himself, and thereby create an extreme mythological anchor.

Just like becoming an immortal requires proving one's Dao.

To become a true god, besides divinity, the most indispensable thing is a mythological anchor.

Compared to the mystical creations of proving one's enlightenment, which involve some tests of comprehension or numerical comparisons, this is different.

The anchoring of myths is not mysterious or mysterious, but rather traceable.

It could even be described as pragmatic.

The simplest way to accomplish all this is to follow the path of faith in God's Kingdom.

Ignite the divine fire, solidify the divine essence, exalt the divine kingdom, and seize power.

This is a traceable, progressively ascending path that leads to mastery of the rules.

When this path comes to an end, and a law is fully mastered, the ultimate leap is to replace it.

Replace it!
Become it!
Unlike the Dao-Merging Immortals of this universe, who merge a part of themselves into the Great Dao.

Instead, it integrates the original law authority into itself, using itself to replace the missing law power.

From now on, I am the law, I am the authority, I am the concept.

After completing this step, a mythological anchor can be cultivated within the body through the fusion of divine matter and concepts.

Like a nail, it anchors itself in the hierarchy of the boundless chaotic sea, achieving eternity.

During his intermittent battles with Gris over the past two years, Lu Wenwu roughly understood why it had created a large number of "clones" using the Soul Splitting Secret Technique—your enemy is always the one who understands you best.

Just like Lu Wenwu wanted to master the nine laws before becoming an immortal, he relied on the simplest and most brutal method to prove his Dao through force.

Gris seeks to create nine different mythological anchors by combining different races, different bodies, and different cultivation methods.

Ultimately, it merges all its soul, body, and mythological anchors into one, transforming into the ultimate being.

This is almost insane behavior.

It's something only an extremely talented madman would dare to pursue.

It is foreseeable that if Gris were to actually accomplish all of this, even if he had just completed his advancement, he would be one of the most powerful among the true gods.

It possesses the potential and foundation to become a top deity.

However, this deity will be a newly born true demon.

It will be a terrifying being that brings calamity and catastrophe to the endless world.

For the first three hundred years, Gris did indeed intend to follow the path of faith in the Kingdom of God.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of creating such a black crystal skull.

But it wasn't until he actually entered this universe and achieved initial resonance that he discovered...

Something's not quite right.

In this world, the concept he wanted to replace had already been preemptively taken over by someone else.

It is not missing.

Instead, it was extracted by a force he could not comprehend and stored in some unknown place.

It remains in effect to this day.

In order to find this place, Gris had to unite the alien races and enslave them to retrieve ancient artifacts for him.

As he reconstructed history through archaeology, he gradually pieced together a part of the development history of Taoism in ancient times.

They also learned about the glorious era of immortals hundreds of millions of years ago, and even the year before last.

Immortals seize stars and the moon, treating the Great Dao as a tool, refining concepts into celestial treasures, and recklessly modifying the world at will.

How exactly this method of bringing concepts to life was implemented has long been lost to history.

After three hundred years of searching, Gris finally found a name—the Seal of the Great Way.

Some of these Great Dao Seals shattered during the battle between the Immortal Venerables after they were forged, returning to the universe itself.

Some have been scattered in unknown corners of the universe, their whereabouts unknown.

Some were even taken away from this universe by some treacherous immortals when the Celestial Court "ascended to heaven," resulting in the permanent loss of certain concepts.

This doesn't seem like a mythological anchor.

Once cultivators who follow the righteous path condense a mythological anchor, they can use their own power to reshape concepts and laws, ensuring the normal operation of the world.

It can reach the seal, which is equivalent to directly taking away a law.

The cultivation methods of the Dao-Merging Immortal Venerables make it almost impossible for them to use the power of the laws of this universe in other worlds.

This is a textbook example of harming others without benefiting oneself.

Fortunately, these immortals still had some conscience and did not take away some of the more important fundamental concepts used to maintain the operation of the world.

Otherwise, the moment they leave, this universe will collapse due to the loss of its underlying foundation.

The Great Dao Seal that Gris longed for was one of those that were not taken away.

Furthermore, it has a name that is familiar to countless people.

The Imperial Seal of Mount Tai!

(End of this chapter)