Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 578 Blood Clouds Obscuring the Sun: Puppet Array, Jade Carriage Deterring Calamity (Seeking Donations and Subscriptions!)

At the edge of the Eastern Celestial Realm of the Earthly Immortals, lies the Broken Mountain Plain.

At this moment, the sky was no longer a clear and transparent azure, but was covered by a dark blood cloud that was churning and contained a mournful howl.

A foul wind swept across the land, carrying the acrid smell of metal weapons and rotting flesh, as it swept over the charred, cracked earth riddled with huge claw marks and deep craters blasted out by magical attacks.

This is the battlefield of carnage, where the vanguard of the Chi Demon Clan and the puppet army of the Eastern Celestial Palace of Creation are locked in fierce combat.

"kill!!"

A deafening roar tore through the void, and a Chi Demon warrior, several meters tall, covered in jet-black bone armor, with dark red skin and bulging muscles, unlike any human, wielded a ferocious giant blade as big as a door panel.

The giant blade, resembling both a knife and an axe, was wreathed in crimson malevolent energy. Man and blade became one, and wherever it passed, the air crackled with unbearable force.

Several towering "golden-armored warrior" puppets, cast from red copper and mithril and gleaming with runes and spirits, attempted to block with their giant shields.

"Crack! Boom!"

A piercing sound of metal shattering rang out! The giant shield, powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator, along with half of the warrior's body, crumbled like rotten wood under the brute force and baleful aura of the Chi Demon General!
Metal fragments and shattered puppet remains flew everywhere, crashing into the "Fire Flying Kite" puppet formation surging from behind, triggering a series of secondary explosions.

Amidst the flames and thick smoke, the Chi Demon general's crimson eyes burned even brighter, his fangs bared, and in his extreme agitation, ghastly white bone spurs pierced and extended from his cheeks. He licked the metal shards and bits of blood and flesh of the unknown cultivator that had splattered on his lips.

With a roar, it pounced again, continuing the fight.

The Chi Demon Clan is a notoriously bloodthirsty and murderous race among the hundred races of the Spirit Realm. According to the classification of human cultivators, almost every Chi Demon Clan cultivator is a hybrid of physical cultivation and demonic cultivation. Their physical bodies are like magical treasures, refined into their souls with murderous energy. This is something that righteous human cultivators try their best to avoid, but it is what Chi Demon Clan cultivators pursue. Therefore, each individual is a killing machine born for the battlefield.

There may be a few exceptions, but they certainly cannot affect the perceptions and impressions of other spirit races towards the Chi Demon Clan.

From a distance, looking down, the battlefield resembles two completely different torrents clashing and tearing at each other.

On one side was the massive army of Chi Demons, like a black tide.

They come in all shapes and sizes, some like giant apes, some like demons, and some with many arms, but what they all share is a soaring ferocity and a fearless rage.

Crimson demonic runes flowed across their bodies, converging into a blood-fiend demonic domain that devoured life. Each charge carried the power to tear apart heaven and earth; ordinary spells were far less effective against their tough skin and bone armor.

Moreover, the malevolent energy that fills the heavens and earth at this moment is also seriously affecting the spellcasting of the cultivators of the Eastern Pole Creation Heavenly Palace.

However, the Eastern Celestial Palace of Creation was, after all, one of the nine sects of the human race, a powerful force that had occupied the Earthly Immortal Realm for nearly 100,000 years. What confronted the Chi Demon army was a silent and precise torrent of metal—the puppet army of the Celestial Palace of Creation.

"With a wave of his hand, three million soldiers in armor..."

It stands majestically at the easternmost point, overlooking the ends of the earth.

The mind holds ingenuity and participates in the workings of nature.

Alone, he braved a rain of blood and battled a thousand rafts!

This is the poetic name of the Eastern Celestial Palace in the Immortal Realm. There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames. This sect's puppetry skills are not to be underestimated in the Immortal Realm, but they are at least second to none among humans.

The sheer number and variety of puppets at this moment far exceeds three million! They are so densely packed that they blot out the sky. Let alone three million, some might even believe it's thirty million or three hundred million.

At the forefront are the "Mountain Giant Puppet," moving like a mountain and spewing destructive beams of light; hovering in the air are the "Hummingbird Puppet Swarm," nimbly weaving through the air and scattering dense, bone-corroding golden needles like raindrops.
On the ground, besides the golden-armored warriors that were easily torn apart, there were also the swift "Armor-Piercing Mantis Guards" whose arms transformed into spinning blades, and the "Mystic Armor Engineers" who constantly cast shields and repaired the puppets' damage.

The formations changed meticulously, and the spiritual light flowed endlessly. All sorts of different puppets constructed steel barriers.

On the battlefield, the sounds of fighting clashed incessantly. Faced with the maddening and unreasonable charge of the Chi Demon Clan and the bloodthirsty aura emanating from their tainted magical artifacts, even the most exquisite puppets could not escape damage and disintegration. The sounds of metal breaking and wailing echoed everywhere.

In a corner of the battlefield, amidst the billowing smoke.

A young cultivator dressed in the gray-blue robes of the Creation Heavenly Palace had a pale face and his forehead was covered with sweat and blood.

His name is Lin Jinghong, and he is a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. He was originally a disciple of the Heavenly Palace's Weapon Refining Hall, but now he has been conscripted and has to control three "Three Talents Puppet Arrays" to fight on the front lines.

His fingers flew like lightning, his mind highly focused, precisely controlling three humanoid puppets through threads of divine sense: one offensive "Sharp Metal Sword Puppet," whose arms spewed out sharp light blades; one defensive "Thick Earth Shield Puppet," holding a heavy tower shield; and one auxiliary harassment "Wind Shadow Puppet," whose figure was elusive.

"Tie it up!" Lin Jinghong suddenly roared, her voice weak amidst the deafening battle cries.

His target was an elite member of the Chi Demon Clan who had just torn through the defenses of his fellow disciples and was about to pounce on a damaged array base.

This Chimo cultivator was agile, his body covered with fine bone spikes, and his claws gleamed with dark light.

The Wind Shadow Puppet struck first, transforming into a blur as it spun rapidly around Chi Mo, unleashing sharp sonic waves that interfered with his divine sense. Chi Mo growled in frustration, his movements momentarily halted. Another Earth Shield Puppet charged forward, its tower shield slamming into Chi Mo's back, causing him to stumble. The Sharp Gold Sword Puppet seized the opening, its blade flashing like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Chi Mo's neck!
"Hey!"

The blade of light did indeed pierce the bone armor, but it only left a deep gash, failing to kill. The Chi Demon cultivator was utterly enraged, and swung his claw back, unleashing a burst of dark light!

"Clang! Crack!"

The tower shield of the Earth Shield Puppet was torn apart by the Dark Light Claws, and half of its body was also ripped apart!

Lin Jinghong felt a sharp pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, let out a muffled groan, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He endured the backlash and manipulated the Sharp Gold Sword Puppet to change tactics and retreat quickly, while the Wind Shadow Puppet did its best to interfere.

However, another Chi Demon Clan cultivator not far away noticed the battle and roared as he charged forward, casting a huge shadow over the area where Lin Jinghong was located.

"Quickly! Junior Brother Lin!" A senior brother nearby, who was controlling a large crossbow puppet, shouted a warning. The crossbow was turned around and fired at the newly arrived Chi Demon cultivator.

Despair and resolve flashed in Lin Jinghong's eyes; he knew he couldn't escape. So he bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his chanting and hand gestures suddenly accelerated!

"Our sect has suffered calamity, a blood sacrifice is offered to the mountain gate. The three powers unite, explode!"

The sharp metal sword puppet, the broken thick earth shield puppet, and the wind shadow puppet all shone with dazzling white light at the same time, their runes flashing. They instantly broke free from the entanglement of the Chi Demon and transformed into three streams of light, resolutely crashing into the newly arrived strong Chi Demon!
boom! boom! boom!
Three deafening explosions rang out in quick succession, and a blinding white light engulfed half of the strong Chi Demon's body, blasting it into a bloody mess, causing it to howl in agony.

The powerful shockwave also sent the Chi Demon Clan cultivator flying.

Amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion, Lin Jinghong exhausted her last bit of energy and vitality, her body collapsing limply, her vision blurring.

He saw the victory he had won with his life, and a smile seemed to twitch across his lips, but it froze on his face. His young body fell onto the cold, scorched earth, his robes torn and quickly covered by the rising dust and blood mist.

High above this blood-red inferno, a fierce wind howled, and the void seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible force.

A clear light suddenly appeared from beyond the nine heavens!
A massive, noble, and magnificent jade chariot, beyond description, broke through the layer of gale-force winds and slowly descended.

The entire chariot was made of a kind of extraterrestrial divine iron that was as warm and smooth as mutton fat, yet flowed with a deep halo like stars. The mysterious Dao patterns that were naturally formed on it and the complex runes that were engraved later perfectly matched, forming a layer of light blue light that was visible to the naked eye and flowed with starlight and moonlight.

In front of the chariot, seventy-two lifelike white dragons, formed from pure wind and thunder power, raised their heads and let out clear and long dragon roars, with an invisible force field pushing away all obstacles in front of them.

At each of the four corners of the carriage eaves hangs a crystal-clear "Eight Scenic Spots Divine Talisman" containing incantations. When the talismans vibrate slightly, fine purple electric snakes and cyan wind blades swirl around the carriage, silently annihilating the approaching evil aura and blood clouds.

The main body of the carriage resembles a small, mobile palace. Its flying eaves, brackets, carved beams, and painted rafters are all exquisitely beautiful, exuding the splendor of a celestial realm.

The doors and windows are made of ancient warm jade and crystal, and the interior is vaguely visible, yet shrouded in a layer of misty air, adding to the mystery.

At the center of the chariot, a lifelike jade sculpture of a "Qilin" with its four hooves treading on auspicious clouds guards the four directions. Its majestic yet righteous and peaceful aura faintly emanates, causing the chaotic and violent spiritual energy of the battlefield below to suffocate.

This is the mount of the Grand Master of the Taiqing Sect—the Azure Sky Flying Chariot!
Although this treasure cannot compare to a warship and its value is immeasurable, it is a top-grade flying magic weapon and a supreme treasure for protecting the Dao. In terms of protecting oneself and preserving one's life, it even surpasses the ability of a warship. Successive leaders of the Taiqing Sect would refine it, so it can also be considered a symbol of status.

At this moment, there was no driver in front of the jade chariot; it simply hovered quietly in the heavens, like a celestial being looking down upon the mortal world.

Inside the carriage, a refreshing breeze flowed, and the space was hundreds or thousands of times more expansive than what could be seen from the outside.

Lu Cheng Daoist sat upright on a cloud bed formed from primordial Yi wood energy, dressed in a dark blue Daoist robe embroidered with the stars of the heavens and the Taiqing Daoist talisman. His face was calm and expressionless as he silently gazed at the bloody inferno below.
"The Eastern Palace has even sent out such juniors to fight, it seems they are indeed struggling to cope with the Chi Demon Clan's offensive."

This southward-migrating Chimo clan originally had seven Mahayana cultivators. In recent years, they have been fighting and killing three of them in the Sea King clan. Therefore, they had to migrate south to avoid the sphere of influence of the super-powerful Sea King clan.

The Chi Demon Clan had just promoted one Mahayana cultivator, but he recently died in battle, leaving only four Mahayana cultivators.

Although their numbers seem to be less than those of the Taiqing Sect at this time, the Chimo race is bloodthirsty and murderous. The entire race cultivates in endless blood battles, and their combat abilities are generally stronger than those of human cultivators.

Although the Eastern Pole Creation Heavenly Palace has two Great Ascension Realm Heavenly Craftsmen, Xuanji and Yuheng, when it comes to fighting, let alone being on par with the four Great Ascension Realm experts of the Chi Demon Clan, it wouldn't be surprising if they were all wiped out by a single elder of the Chi Demon Clan.

Of course, in a battle of magic, anything can happen before the two actually engage in combat. If Xuanji and Yuheng secretly cultivate some powerful protective divine ability, they might be able to match the combat strength of the two Mahayana cultivators from the Chi Demon Clan.

However, in the bloody battles between races in the Immortal Realm, at least no cultivator in the Eastern Celestial Palace of Creation could remain uninvolved. In recent days, the Chi Demon Clan has been relentlessly attacking the Eastern Celestial Palace of Creation's territory and spiritual mountains from multiple directions, using their formidable clan-wide combat abilities.

If Xuanji and Yuheng can no longer restrain themselves and choose to make a move, they may be directly attacked and killed by the four elders of the Chi Demon Clan hidden in the shadows.

Mo Yanxing, the current palace master of the Eastern Pole Creation Heavenly Palace, was also aware of this. Therefore, he even dispatched disciples at the Golden Core stage, fearing that the front line would collapse on a large scale, forcing the two patriarchs to take action.

Most cultivators in the cultivation world have a strong sense of loyalty to their sect. In the history of the cultivation world, there have even been examples of Mahayana cultivators who gave up their own ascension to protect the sect's lineage and sacrificed their lives to safeguard the sect.

Of course, this is a rare and extreme example.

"Such a heavy aura of murderous intent." Daoist Minghe frowned slightly. The dense blood demonic domain of the Chi Demon Clan below caused a ring of clear water light to naturally ripple around his body, isolating him from it.

Inside the Azure Sky Flying Chariot, the immense magical power of the three Mahayana Dao Lords, Mingque, Minghe, and Tongzhen, was perfectly contained within the chariot, leaving only a breathtakingly vast Dao intent.

They too watched the battlefield below silently, their faces expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow.
Today's Eastern Pole Creation Heavenly Palace is indeed in a sorry state, but it is nothing compared to the Taiqing Sect back then. If it weren't for the Heavenly Blessing of Taiqing and the sudden appearance of the Sect Master who brought seven Heaven-Mending Pills, the Taiqing Sect might have been completely destroyed in that demonic calamity.

That incident was partly due to the Taiqing Sect's own weakness, and partly due to being tricked by the nine major sects working together.

At this moment, the three old monsters had no time to sympathize with the cultivators of the Creation Heaven Palace.

"The Chi Demon Clan has come out in full force this time, driven to desperation by the Sea King Clan. They are eager to find a foothold in the Eastern Pole to recover their strength," Mingque Daojun said gently, offering his analysis.
"Their clan originally had seven Mahayana cultivators, but three were lost in the thousand-year war between the North Sea and the Sea King Clan, including a highly experienced old demon. A while ago, the Sect Master killed one of their newest members with a single sword strike, so now there should only be four Mahayana cultivators remaining. However…"

"This race is born from the fierce energy of heaven and earth, possessing naturally strong physical bodies. They are adept at drawing evil energy into their bodies and transforming it into supernatural powers, while also cultivating bizarre demonic arts. If judged by human standards, almost every one of them is a top-tier dual cultivator of body and demon within their realm. In terms of individual combat ability alone, human cultivators of the same realm would find it difficult to deal with them without powerful treasures or extremely strong supernatural powers."

Tongzhen Daojun interjected, "Among the remaining four Mahayana cultivators of the Chi Demon Clan, there is a Grand Elder named 'Wugu Tu,' whose 'Blood Fiend Heart-Eating Demon Technique' is extremely powerful. I once witnessed him make a move from afar, and he almost developed a heart demon. Sect Master, please be careful."

"Yes, thank you for the reminder, Elder Tongzhen."

Lu Cheng withdrew his gaze, his fingertips lightly tapping on the cloud bed. He made no comment on the fierce battle below, simply saying:
"Palace Master Mo has summoned cultivators from all nine sects and thirty-six factions. Let's go, lest we keep our host waiting."

"Follow the law and decree." The three Taoist monarchs agreed in unison.

The Azure Chariot of the Void trembled slightly, and the white dragons in front of it once again let out a clear cry, changed direction, and silently and swiftly passed by.

The Eastern Celestial Palace of Creation, the Jade Palace of the Celestial Pivot, the Council Hall.

The palace is magnificent, with its four walls made of star-patterned jade that can reflect the stars, and the dome is outlined with the cosmos sky using a secret method, with starlight flowing and shining brightly.

However, the atmosphere inside the hall today was completely out of place with the usual celestial aura; it was oppressive and heavy.

Inside the hall, many cultivators had already taken their seats.

Elders and cultivators from the nine major sects (excluding the Taiqing Sect) and thirty-six schools were gathered together.

The auras, whether powerful, sharp, mysterious, or gloomy, intertwine to form an invisible undercurrent.

At the center of the palace sat the master of the Creation Palace: Mo Yanxing.

He was tall, but not bulky; he was somewhat thin and exuded a rugged, metallic quality.

His face was peculiar; one half of his face resembled that of a middle-aged man with a lean and refined appearance and deep-set eyes; the other half was composed of a silver-gray substance with a flowing metallic luster, beneath which intricate and complex runes flowed, and one could even see subtle structural changes, like the meshing of precise gears.

He was dressed in a large, silver-gray robe embroidered with strange patterns and circuits. His hands rested casually on the armrests of his chair, his knuckles clearly defined. But upon closer inspection, one could see that his fingernails gleamed with a faint, cold blue light, clearly not made of flesh and blood.

His aura was as solid and imposing as a mountain, yet it also subtly exuded an inhuman coldness and precision, like a walking "puppet magic weapon" with a soul. This was the result of years of immersing himself in the way of puppetry, using himself as a test subject, and deeply integrating with the art of puppetry.

Mo Yanxing's voice rang out, carrying a peculiar metallic resonance that echoed throughout the hall: "Fellow Daoists, you have come from afar to discuss the grand plan against the demons. I am deeply grateful. The Chi Demon clan is ferocious and tyrannical; wherever their armies strike, countless lives are lost. Our Heavenly Palace has exhausted all its strength, suffering countless puppet losses and heavy casualties among our disciples. Even the two Heavenly Craftsmen, Xuanji and Yuheng, can only manage a stalemate and cannot hold out for long. The various branches of the human race are interdependent; I urge you all to set aside past grievances and quickly send strong reinforcements to jointly resist this foreign aggression!"

No sooner had Mo Yanxing finished speaking than a slightly hoarse voice eagerly rang out:
"Palace Master Mo is absolutely right! The Chi Demon Clan is inherently cruel and is naturally an enemy of our human race. Everyone has the right to kill them!" The speaker was an elder from the Shangqing Sect with a sallow complexion and sharp eyes like a hawk. He had a faint sword aura around him, exuding a fierce and intimidating aura.

"However, my Shangqing disciples mostly cultivate killing techniques and immortal sword protection methods, and have always been the main force in resisting the demonic path. But... after all, war is dangerous and arduous, and the losses during campaigns are enormous, not to mention the post-war compensation... Hehe, I've heard that your palace controls the 'Nine Heavens Cloud Crystal' mine, which has abundant reserves. This item is of great benefit to my sect's 'Demon-Slaying Sword Formation.' If the Heavenly Palace can cede the right to mine the three districts' mines for a thousand years, my Shangqing Sect will certainly take the lead and eliminate the demonic influence for the Heavenly Palace!"

"Hmph!" An old Taoist priest from the Jade Purity Sect, with white hair and a youthful face, holding a jade ruyi in his hands, snorted coldly. His voice was ethereal, as if it came from beyond the heavens, carrying a hint of arrogance and disdain.

"Fellow Daoist of the Shangqing Sect, with a formidable enemy at hand, to act so mercenarily is surely unbecoming."

Then, the Taoist turned to Mo Yanxing, bowed respectfully, and said:
“Our Jade Purity Sect has already brought out the ‘Heavenly Secrets Chart.’ If we could also borrow your palace’s ‘Creation Heavenly Evolution Platform’ for a look, we could deduce the heavenly secrets of this battle and find a way out for all living beings. This is a matter of great righteousness, and we hope that the Palace Master will grant our request.”

"..."

Mo Yanxing was at a loss for words. The Creation Heavenly Evolution Platform was one of the most important spiritual treasures of the Eastern Pole Creation Heavenly Palace. It contained most of the sect's classics, secret techniques, and records. Based on this information, one could perform celestial calculations and obtain a result that was quite close to the correct one.

Mo Yanxing was so focused on his own cultivation that he was reluctant to use this treasure. If a Mahayana cultivator from the Jade Purity Sect were to see it with the Heavenly Secrets Chart, the Eastern Pole Creation Heavenly Palace would probably have no secrets left for the Jade Purity Sect.

The Jade Purity cultivator's tone seemed detached, but what he demanded was the most core inheritance and foundation of the Heavenly Palace. Even after he repeatedly explained that cultivators from the Creation Heavenly Palace could assist, Mo Yanxing remained completely uninterested in the suggestion.
As long as the cultivators of the Jade Purity Sect are allowed in, it's just a matter of how much they steal, and they will definitely do something underhanded, because Mo Yanxing would do the same.

Following this, representatives of some of the forces among the Thirty-Six Sects that were affiliated with major sects also spoke up, demanding specific quotas of high-level materials, sharing certain puppet core manufacturing technologies, or requesting partial exploration rights to the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm. Their words were either euphemistic or blunt, but their core purpose was the same: to take advantage of the situation and plunder the Creation Heavenly Palace, which was in a precarious state due to the invasion of the Chi Demon Clan!
For a moment, the council hall was filled with the buzzing sounds of debate and bargaining. It was more like a mortal market than a cultivator's residence, with not a trace of the demeanor of immortals.
As the argument escalated, many of the cultivators present were arguing heatedly, their faces flushed and their breaths ragged.

Xuanji and Yuheng, the two Heavenly Craftsmen, sat below Mo Yanxing, their faces grim.

Xuanji Daojun's hair and beard bristled, clearly indicating extreme anger. Yuheng Daojun, on the other hand, had a calm expression, occasionally stroking his beard as he tried to suppress his rage.

You should be angry, but you mustn't be.

The world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit. The sect's predicament is an objective reality. If they cannot reach an agreement on this matter, the sect will have to shed more blood and expend more resources.

On Mo Yanxing's half-face, his brows furrowed deeply, and the runes on his metallic half of his face flowed at a slightly faster pace, revealing his extreme displeasure and coldness. Just as he was about to speak, an indescribable, overwhelming pressure, like pure air descending from the heavens, instantly enveloped the entire Hall of Myriad Manifestations!

In an instant, all the arguments ceased!

Then, all the cultivators in the hall, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a jolt in their hearts, as if they were gently brushed by a vast and righteous power, and their restless emotions were instantly suppressed and soothed.

An invisible yet overwhelming aura of majesty spread out, causing everyone present to unconsciously feel a sense of awe, and their gazes turned in unison to the entrance of the main hall.

A bright light shone from the palace gate, and the Azure Chariot of the Great Void had vanished.

A young-looking Taoist priest entered the main hall first. His steps were unhurried, and his dark blue Taoist robe fluttered without wind. His deep eyes calmly swept over the people in the hall. Wherever his gaze fell, those cultivators from various sects who had just been spitting and acting aggressively couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and all avoided his gaze.

Behind Lu Cheng, the three Dao Lords Ming Que, Ming He, and Tong Zhen entered in turn, followed by more than a dozen Nascent Soul and Void Return cultivators.

A peerless master of both swordsmanship and physical prowess, he is the foremost disciple of the Human Sect!
This lineup, like an invisible mountain, instantly weighed on the hearts of everyone present!

The voices of the various sects and factions that had been clamoring for bloodshed were now stuck in their throats, their expressions quite interesting.

Then, all the cultivators stepped forward and bowed:
"Sect Leader Lu!"

"Xiao Xiu greets the Sect Leader."

"Lord Mingque!"

"Lord Minghe!"

"Daoist Master Tongzhen!"

After a brief silence, greetings filled with awe, apprehension, and complex emotions rose and fell.

Both the elder from the Shangqing Sect and the white-haired old Taoist from the Yuqing Sect restrained their arrogance and stood up to bow in respect.

On Mo Yanxing's half-metallic face, no expression was visible, but the eyes on the other half of his human face brightened noticeably. He stood up on his own initiative, and a sound of metal and flesh mixing rang out:

"The Sect Leader Lu has actually come in person, and three Dao Lords have also come together. I am humbled and deeply grateful! Come, come, come, please take a seat!"

Lu Cheng smiled slightly and nodded in return. He walked leisurely to the seat reserved for him as the guest of honor and took his seat.

Ming Que and the other two followed closely behind and sat down in turn at the foot of Lu City.

It is:

Clear light dispels blood-red clouds, and the jade chariot suppresses smoke and dust.

All things return to their origin; the Great Purity stabilizes the universe!
(End of this chapter)