Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

In the void that is neither existent nor nonexistent, neither manifest nor cause, the pure white, without upper or lower, without this or that, reveals its vast essence from the depths of the world's ocean waves. Before Xia Jie, it converges into one, transforming into a stable human form.

"Thanks."

After bowing to Xia Jie, the humanoid figure stepped out and disappeared into the boundless world.

Just as Xia Jie returned to her original form, Xia Jie, who had finished her seclusion, also completed the purification of her "self," severing the last external cause.

Immediately upon making the breakthrough, Xia Jie added the crucial reason for the birth of the already eagerly anticipated challenge space at the level of basic narrative.

Then, the space that had been perfected manifested a humanoid form, and after a simple thank you, it moved to another spot and went back to sleep.

Yes, do nothing, think nothing, just force yourself to sleep.

The Challenge Space and the Myriad Corpse Immortal are indeed very similar; both seek only to ensure their own stable existence and have no other desires.

The difference is that the former is strong enough and has encountered Xia Jie, a fast-learning powerhouse, while the latter not only has the law of causality pressing down on him, but his top henchman "Huang" is also no match for the "Three True Gang".

Even if they finally brought out the Sun Sword, they still couldn't win; if they weren't strong enough, there was really nothing they could do.

Thus, the former got what it wanted, and after the cause and effect loop was closed, it went to sleep soundly in the distant heavens, far from all the turmoil.

Although the latter also lives in the metaverse, he has become a permanent guest on "Love for All Businesses TV".

It's a case of "better to live a miserable life than to die a good death," but this way of living is a bit too miserable.

The victor is king, the loser is villain; nothing could be more true.

In the void, Xia Jie quietly felt the profound and surging power within her body, remaining silent for a long time.

Looking back on his path to breakthrough, he can only describe it in four words:

Everything went very smoothly for me.

From the moment we entered the challenge space, the gears of fate began to turn, and then, as they turned, we arrived at today.

Pure "self-power" flows endlessly within him, constructing everything about him, requiring no support from fundamental laws and unable to be constrained by the rules of the world.

"Quality" and "quantity" cannot describe the vastness of this power, and "position" and "status" cannot touch the sublimity of this essence.

This power originates entirely from the "self," for "I" am the Tao, "I" am the principle, and "I" am the cause.

"I" is composed of 100% "I", and upholds the "will" of the self as the omnipotent and all-powerful authority.

What you think is what you can do.

Anything within the bounds of logic can be done if you can conceive of it.

Without a doubt, this is a power that touches the boundaries of logic, the pinnacle of objective idealism, and a first existence that has reached the fifth realm, standing on equal footing with the first cause of all heavens.

If we frame all the heavens and myriad worlds within a worldview and regard them as a super-large universe of the same essence, then he is a primordial deity who precedes heaven and earth and is born alongside the Great Dao.

Even in novels with a so-called high-end primordial worldview, it would have to be Pangu himself, in the chaos of ignorance, personally wielding his axe to chop down such a being, and even then, he wouldn't be able to cut it down very well.

Well... it depends on the version. In some versions, Pangu gets his essence blood drained by the system every day, and then the system's host can only play basketball after merging with the essence blood.

It has been determined that the stool has been completely excreted.

With Xia Jie's current level of attainment, the sixth realm, "Logic," is already a realm where one can define oneself on the level of logic, almost like an author.

This level of ability has subtly transcended the realm of objective idealism and truly touched the boundaries of subjective idealism.

Moving forward to the seventh realm, one is omniscient and omnipotent. In this realm, everyone who understands it understands everything. One can sit at the same table as "True Idealism" without needing to discuss anything further.

Xia Jie stretched out her essence, which was even more magnificent than the infinite world, in the void, and then differentiated a small part of her own will, which she then threw into the infinite world.

The insights gained from the fifth realm were already beyond human language to describe, and the sixth realm, with its own set of logic, was even further away. Xia Jie saw no possibility of breaking through.

Therefore, before valuable inspiration arrives, Xia Jie chooses to bring change to this endless world.

By the way, let's hope that his experiences in some other world might bring him some inspiration?

Then the light rain pierced through the void and scattered across the boundless ocean of the world.

In most of the world, there are no humans, no life, no Earth, no matter, and even the form of existence is not the universe.

The light that fell into it immediately transformed into human form, embarking on the mission of creation, building an interesting alien world bit by bit from nothing, entirely according to its own interests.

The world is infinite, just as an infinite number of monkeys could type out all of Shakespeare's works. To put it bluntly, it's similar to the parallel universe cesspool theory.

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In an infinite number of worlds, with endless possibilities, there will always be a few worlds that evolve "life" and even "human beings".

Because the base population is large enough, the number of worlds that have evolved into "humans" is also far greater than astronomical figures.

In this countless human world, there are also a few coincidental "miracles" whose historical trajectories are strikingly similar to those in fantasy works on Earth.

A drop of pure white light pierced through the highest heavens and fell upon the sacred Terra.

The light transformed into a human form, shouting things like "The emperor's throne rotates, this year it's my turn" and "The emperor is the strongest and most powerful man." It rushed into the magnificent palace, and amidst the astonished gazes of the imperial guards, kicked the ancient sorcerer off the golden throne and sat down itself.

And nothing happened.

Well, nothing went unnoticed. The skeletons kicked into the tomb instantly sprouted plump flesh and blood, completing their resurrection.

Then, he immediately grabbed the leg of the person sitting on the throne, expressing his willingness to give up the throne of the human empire and inviting Xia Jie to be the emperor for life.

The Lightman sat firmly on the throne without any pressure, seizing the faith accumulated in the essence of the Emperor's warp, and even the position of one of the eight gods.

So, on an ordinary day in the 40K, a time of great suffering for the Empire, the cold, black sun disappeared, and a pure golden sun rose.

Wherever the sun shines, the long-dried Terra River ripples with clear fresh water, and amidst the lush aquatic plants, anglers can encounter plump fish leisurely blowing bubbles.

Warm sunlight streamed into the dark, sunless nest, and incredibly fresh air lingered in the mutants' lungs. An invisible force corrected their genes and skulls, washing away their diseases and toil.

Wherever the sunlight shines, the starchy remains of corpses swell into soft, fluffy white bread with a caramelized crust, while the garbage mountains filled with deadly radiation and biochemical toxins transform into fragrant mounds of earth covered in blooming flowers before the kneeling inhabitants of the Lower Nest.

The golden sunlight, like the gaze of a god, judges everything in the world.

The fallen, the corrupt, and the souls beneath their flesh that were beyond redemption and unworthy of redemption were scorched to death under the blazing sun.

Green-skinned orcs who had killed people turned to ashes in the sunlight, while those who had not killed people gained humanity under the guidance of the sunlight and became a subspecies of interstellar humans.

The insatiable swarm of insects finds painful rest in the sunlight; the innocent newborns, guided by the sunlight, develop forms suitable for production and construction; and the eternally thirsty souls are satisfied in gratitude.

Those with pointed ears who took pleasure in torment had nowhere to hide under the sun's gaze and perished in the blink of an eye. A very few survivors, barely clean, received a redemption imposed by the Lord of Humanity in their confusion.

The evil and chaotic babbling that tormented the psionicists crumbled and burned under His gaze, and on every planet His gaze passed, all the innocent souls that had not been burned felt a profound peace and tranquility.

The paths of the subspace were straightened under the sunlight, the Geller force field became superfluous, and the equally superfluous navigators lost their third eye between their brows and became ordinary humans.

The fleet's machine spirits roared excitedly under their gaze, and the dilapidated hulls were transformed.

Highlords, Mechanicus, Inquisitors, Astartes, Tau Empire, and even the demons that come to reality through rifts and summons to wreak havoc—however they may interpret this sun that shines across the galaxy, they will all succumb to its might.

The beings who descended did not want to give this rotten world too much autonomy, lest these gods cause some more terrible trouble, so all they could do was submit.

The world should operate under the will of the golden sun, engraving its benevolence and power into its very bones.

So, inspired by the sunlight, the inhabitants of the Nest City raised their hands, jumped for joy with tears in their eyes, and shouted from the bottom of their hearts:

"Kindness!!!"

The Emperor's kindness can never be repaid!

After illuminating the present world, the Great Sun, barely satisfied, directed its boundless power toward the four ugly kingdoms deep within the highest heavens.

The garden of decay, the six rings of desire, the ever-changing labyrinth, the eternal battlefield, the eternal battle between the Gao brothers and Mao brothers outside the kingdom, and a large number of secondary evil gods, all turned to ashes under the great sun.

The golden flames that burned away all things spread toward the four ancient beings who transcended a single time and space. Their twisted emotions were mercilessly annihilated, and their conceptualized supreme essence was cleansed in the molten gold of the great sun, recast into a brand new divine embryo.

The four divine embryos were reborn in the highest heaven, becoming the "God of Beauty and Joy," the "God of Life and Abundance," the "God of Wisdom and Progress," and the "God of Strength and Courage," making amends for their past, present, and future mistakes in the disordered flow of time.

Time in the subspace is not linear, so sunlight, originating from the subspace, washes away the accumulation, fusion, and fermentation of millions of years, eventually transforming into a foul ocean of emotions resembling a cesspool.

With a single, forceful twist of my own power, the torrent of emotions, like a sea of ​​excrement, was transformed in an instant into a compassionate yet arrogant ray of sunlight, illuminating all of time and space.

Thus, in the darkness of 40K, the descendant who could not bear the stench of the cesspool became the all-good savior.

Congratulations! Congratulations!

On the golden throne, which was essentially a giant toilet, Xia Jie wore a twisted expression that said, "I'm so jealous."

"Damn, what kind of shitty world is this? It's absolutely disgusting."

Hearing about the setting and experiencing it firsthand are two different things. Having arrived here, all he can say is that if an undamaged transmigrator were to actually transmigrate here, crying like a fart spirit whose toe has been stepped on would already be considered strong.

A person who can hold back their tears is practically a talking steel plate.

It feels like those demonic cultivators in fantasy novels who would slaughter entire cities to forge the Ten Thousand Soul Banner would seem kind and approachable here.

Xia Jie looked at the fanatical believers in the Milky Way who were plotting to kill her entire family to repay the Emperor's favor, and finally couldn't help but laugh.

Damn it, how could the human empire be so rotten?!