Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 589 The "Rising" of Civilization

The earth trembled violently, and the tectonic plates on Earth began to migrate, break apart, and collapse. The tearing sound resounded throughout the world, like a mournful and enduring lament.

Seawater began to flow back, but instead of rushing to low-lying areas, it displayed a spectacle only seen in science fiction movies: in deep space, the azure sky rose like a painting.

Not only the seawater, but everything on the ground lost its weight and flew into the sky—cars, streetlights, houses, trees, asphalt roads… and of course, humans.

All people, both human and man-made, things that should exist, and things that shouldn't exist, are slowly drifting towards the sky.

Four and a half billion years of ancient history, four and a half billion years of survival of the fittest, four and a half billion years of evolutionary history, from the Hadean eon to the Phanerozoic eon, from the primitive commune system to the socialist system, from the ancient civilization era to the modern technological revolution.

If we had to describe the sky gradually filling up, we could only use the phrase "the rise of civilization."

"What's going on?! Aren't there many protective barriers on Earth?"

The world conference, which will reconnect the “rise of civilization” with the footsteps of “future technology”, will be interrupted by the rise of civilization.

Floating in the air, Dark frowned. He had originally estimated that he had about ten minutes to survive, but now it seemed that he was about to die.
PO3: During your conversation, Atlas died again and expanded to the size of a quarter of the universe. Combined with the not-so-small "0-7-3", do you understand what the mass of these two means?

It is obvious that if it weren't for these various protective measures on Earth, it wouldn't just be a matter of "civilization rising to the surface," but rather "civilization being destroyed."

"Xi" burst into a loud, impassioned laugh, his body convulsing and shaking with the laughter, pounding the table while clutching his stomach and panting.

"This is amazing! This is the real 'final boss'! Compared to this, the things that appeared in the previous stories are just child's play!"

Dark glanced at "Joy," who was in a state of madness, his face darkening. What he needed was a world without the sealed artifacts, not a world destroyed by them.

“The derivatives that can emerge from the ‘Great One’s Garden’ will be wiped out soon. Nothing can hold off 0-7-3. Use all your trump cards now, or you’ll really have no chance.”

Qin Fang coughed lightly twice, her face, which looked no different from that of an ordinary middle-aged woman, still carrying a faint smile.

"I remember the 'divine bird' could grant any wish, so why couldn't it just wipe out 0-7-3?"

“We tried, but it didn’t work. The ‘divine bird’ has supreme control over all matter in this world, but…”

Dark hesitated for a moment, "But no wish that could affect 0-7-3 could be fulfilled. Perhaps it's because he was summoned by the 'Doomsday Horn,' so at most we can only suppress the power he releases. This is achieved by indirectly controlling the outside world."

After a brief silence, Dak turned to Qin Fang and said in a deep voice, "I remember the 'Chaotic Maze' at the psychotherapy center is said to have no end?"

"You could say that the 'Chaos Labyrinth' is a miniature garden painstakingly created by one of the three great beings. It is pieced together from an infinite number of broken worlds. But rather than saying that it is endless, it is more accurate to say that once you enter, you will be lost in countless worlds."

Qin Fang nodded slightly, then shook her head. "Don't expect to use this to exile that person. There's an anchor point inside that allows you to return to reality. Not to mention that person, even an ordinary person could come back..."

Dark's eyes flickered slightly, he nodded, and turned to look at the monitor. "I have a plan, but the consequences of failure could be quite severe..."

"What's there to worry about? The 'final boss' has appeared. Just fight with all your might, regardless of the consequences."

"Xi's" voice carried a chilling madness, "Anyway, once we defeat the 'final boss,' the story will come to an end. As for what happens after the final chapter... there's no need to think too much about it."

"Come on, let's make one last edit and bring the story to a close!"

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The silence of death enveloped the battlefield, silencing all sound. With the eruption of "crimson" and "pale," this space collapsed into the annihilation of all things, ending the primordial darkness of the universe.

When the tide of darkness receded, there was nothing left, neither the derivatives in the "Great Ones' Garden" nor the pink door through which the derivatives were placed.

Atlas has expanded to the point where it seems to fill the universe, but no matter how much it expands, it is just a dish for Luke's main body, and can only be eaten in his impotent rage.

Using "Atlas" to hold Luke back is like drinking poison to quench thirst; a little bit of time to prolong his life allows the enemy's size to expand. Even if "Atlas" disappears now, Luke, who has already devoured his concept, can still achieve infinite expansion of himself through splitting.

If things continue like this, achieving a multiverse-level system is only a matter of time.

Luke remained where he was, his eyes turning iron black. A deep red light shone as he raised his hand, turning his gaze toward Earth. Before he reached the next stage, those "deterrent sealing objects" still on Earth were a constant threat that needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.

But just as he was about to make his move, faint ripples appeared in the void, and countless books appeared out of thin air, surrounding Lu Ke.

The books vary in size, thickness, and cover, carrying a sense of vicissitude and weight, as if telling one story after another.

The images on the cover come from different eras, backgrounds, and worlds. There are burly men draped in wild animal skins, cultivators in long robes ascending to immortality, ordinary-looking young men holding exotic treasures, and charismatic and arrogant teenagers in school uniforms...

"The world within the book."

Lu Ke had just deciphered the name of the sealed artifact and hadn't had time to investigate any other information when the surrounding scenery had already changed dramatically, jumping from the void of the boundless universe to the depths of a desolate land.

Everywhere you look is lush vegetation, and in the distance, wild beasts roam among the mountains and valleys, with all sorts of terrifying sounds rising and falling in the darkness, as if trying to split the heavens and the earth apart.

Lu Ke surveyed his surroundings indifferently, then looked up as if sensing something, and saw a line of bold text hanging eerily in the air.

Chapter 1: The Wild Boy

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow and suddenly heard a faint sound coming from not far away.

He turned his head and saw a group of people hunting ferocious beasts in the distance. They were dressed in primitive and rough clothing, resembling savages. They worked together efficiently and were clearly experienced.

Especially the young man at the head of the group, although he was young, was calm and experienced, full of vigor and composure. He was able to turn danger into safety amidst the gasps of the crowd when faced with a ferocious beast suddenly attacking.

Lu Ke's eyes instantly transformed into a chaos encompassing all colors and possibilities. He studied the scene for a few seconds, gained some insight, and reached out to press down.

The sky and earth were easily torn apart, and the mountains and valleys crumbled in an instant. The primitive people who were hunting ferocious beasts also showed a look of horror. When the boy who seemed to be the protagonist was also torn to pieces in terror, this false space also collapsed.

Wow~
The sound of turning pages echoed in the air, and then the scene reappeared, with the collapsed mountains and valleys resurfacing like a watercolor painting.

Chapter 156: The Clan Grand Competition

This time, the scene was even more spectacular than before, with hundreds of young men dressed in animal skins competing. Among them, a familiar-looking boy was accompanied by a beautiful young woman, who remained calm even when surrounded by a large group of hostile gazes.

Lu Ke glanced at the title above, showing no surprise, and with a wave of his hand destroyed this rough and simple world, and once again heard the sound of pages turning.

This time, before the new scene could reappear, "Crimson" unfolded around Luke, frantically eroding the void. The chapters in the sky began to jump at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived at the final chapter.

Chapter 1668: I, the Immortal Emperor, shall suppress all!

The Jade Emperor's Palace was filled with celestial energy, and melodious sounds echoed between heaven and earth. Goddesses danced with swords, immortals played the zither, and a group of immortals bowed their heads and listened attentively to the Celestial Emperor, who sat on a golden dragon throne in the palace.

"The unique power expansion characteristic of fantasy."

Lu Ke couldn't help but complain, and amidst the horrified gazes of the immortals, he crushed this "Immortal Emperor" with a single finger.

Click!

A shattering sound rang out, and the surrounding scene returned to the universe, except for an open book that spontaneously combusted without fire and turned to ashes.

Lu Ke glanced at the countless books surrounding him, then his body ignited with all-destroying black flames. He turned and split into tens of thousands of copies, each of which was placed into a book.

The "world within the book" is ignited, and chapter titles in different scenes begin to jump wildly.

Chapter 1: An Old Friend Sends a Fossil

Chapter 135: The Offspring Established a City for Offerings

[Chapter 1365: Stepping into the Next Era!] ...

Chapter 1: Browsing Forums in Bed

Chapter 127: The Ghostly Attack

Chapter 1557: I've Come to End the Supernatural Era!

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"The 'world in the book' cannot contain 0-7-3; it will completely melt down in about one minute and eleven seconds."

"Xi" glanced at the other two leaders one last time and waved with a grin.

"The rehearsal is over. Now it's time for our respective battlefields. We've run out of ink, but the story isn't over yet. The 'Story Editing Machine' will go into berserk mode to strengthen the BOSS. To assist your plans, I will try my best to control it and turn it into the BOSS for you."

"Well, good luck to you."

After saying that, "Xi" bowed slightly and unilaterally ended the world conference.

He looked at the old inkjet typewriter in front of him. The manuscript on the typewriter was getting fainter and fainter, the movement was getting slower and slower, and the numbers on the machine were changing from "1" to "0" while emitting a red light that represented rage.

"Okay, stop working."

"Joy" called out to "Anger," "Sorrow," and "Fear," who were still trying to salvage the situation and were working together to operate the typewriter. They slowly raised their hands and gently placed them on the masks.

As if receiving some kind of instruction, the other three abandoned their rescue attempt and placed their hands on their masks in unison.

The gaze moves down to the white tower in Florida, the base of the "Story Editing Department," where nearly a thousand staff members all wear masks with different expressions. Like the four executives, they stop what they are doing and place their hands on their masks.

They both removed their masks at the same time.

Beneath the mask was not a human face, but a twisted, writhing mass of chaos.

The typewriter's slowed speed returned to normal, but the black text that should have been black turned into blood-red characters.

[Since the scale of 'Atlas' and 'Luk' already fills half the universe and will soon expand to encompass the entire universe, any life form within it will be disturbed.]

This includes, of course, the monsters that were once summoned to this world by the "Doomsday Horn," banished by the "Story Editorial Department" using sealing artifacts, and who feed on planets...

【0-7-2! 】

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"Future Base", thirteen floors.

Wang Lang, now a stream of data, gazed at the vast world covered in ice and snow, his face filled with awe, and murmured to himself.

"Why...why is the thirteenth floor so big?"

"Because this place contains a world."

An aged voice startled Wang Lang, who looked over warily. His pupils suddenly contracted as he saw a face that resembled his own, only much older and weaker.

"dad……"

"long time no see."

Wang Ming, the father of Wang Lang, the previous person in charge of "Future Technology", emerged from the snow and ice. He looked at his son calmly and nodded gently.

"Welcome to the 'Winter Country,' a miniature garden of a certain great being."

"Hakoba?"

Having not yet reached a high level and lacking relevant information, Wang Lang instinctively raised questions.

"It is the world. Each miniature garden is a world, governed by the great beings who create or plunder them. The master of the miniature garden will be omnipotent within it."

"And what is a great being?"

Wang Ming scrutinized his son for a few seconds, seemingly confirming that he was no ordinary person, before slowly speaking.

"They are things older than the universe, deeper than the starry sky, existing beyond countless worlds, beyond human imagination... Why have you come?"

While processing this information, Wang Lang suddenly remembered that he was on official business. He quickly suppressed his complicated emotions and hurriedly replied.

"I'm here to get the company's trump card. Do you know where it is?"

"know."

Wang Ming pointed to the road covered in ice and snow, "Deepest in the Winter Kingdom is a 'stage device' called Gulan Ginner, a great being who is not a great being."

Can you give me directions?

"can."

Wang Ming nodded and led the way, braving the wind and snow.

While observing his father, who was so calm he seemed to have lost his humanity, Wang Lang asked softly:
Why is it said that the 'stage setup' is a great existence even if it's not a great existence?

"He possesses the authority of a great being, equivalent to the master of the miniature garden in the outside world, but he has no consciousness of his own and can only mechanically perform a stage play."

Wang Lang slowed his pace, a look of astonishment on his face.

"What did you mean by saying that the world is equivalent to the 'master of the miniature garden' in the outside world? Are you saying that the world I live in... is also a miniature garden?"

Wang Ming calmly turned around, "The miniature garden is the world, and the reverse is also true."

"...So there really is such a thing as a creator? A creator who allows...the existence of sealed objects?"

Wang Lang's mind was in complete chaos, and he asked in a hoarse voice.

"You're mistaken. It's not that the Creator allowed the sealed objects to exist. The vast majority of sealed objects are products created by the Creator. He just went too far and was stripped of his authority and exiled by other great beings."

Wang Ming looked his son up and down. "You have a very fresh aura of the Creator about you. I thought you knew these things."

"How could I possibly have any contact with a creator..."

Wang Lang frowned, then a flash of inspiration appeared on his face: "The creator you're talking about, is it 0-7-3, a very handsome young man?"

"Do not."

Wang Ming shook his head slightly, "His habitual disguise is that of a fairy."

"Magic goblin."

(End of this chapter)