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Chapter 341 The Swarm Mastermind Overanalyzes

What happened?

Miro could not comprehend what was happening at that moment.

Responding to the demands of the countless distorted beings within the chaotic vortex, Miro extended its tentacles towards that small group of beings hiding and refusing to participate in the grand symphony.

The extending tentacles released a chaotic symphony, drawing a small group of lives into this indescribable, twisted procession.

Those who refuse to join will naturally perish, while those who want to join will naturally join. Milo doesn't need to think too much about anything else, nor does he need to repent for anything.

This is not a mistake, but a supreme and magnificent symphony, the highest glory and blessing for all life in the universe. Life that cannot understand these things has no meaning in its existence.

However, just as Miro was spreading the chaotic hymns and guiding the Pulan people to join the grand chorus, this process came to a bizarre halt.

It was as if the pause button on time had been pressed.

But in reality, time did not stand still, because Miro could still sense the tentacle he had extended. If time had stopped, Miro would have sensed that he was missing a part of himself, and no information would have been transmitted in a stagnant spacetime.

If that were all, Miro wouldn't find it incomprehensible; countless beings within the Great Vortex could easily accomplish similar feats.

What it truly cannot comprehend is the source of this power.

...It's not words...it's not the ancient rulers...what is it...?

The power of God is manifested through divine words, and the reason why divine words can display such terrifying power is that there are only living beings in the universe.

A flame, a stone, an atom, and so on—they are all alive, following the ancient system of domination. God gives these lives instructions so that they can accomplish whatever they want.

Making time stand still is also very simple; just make all life in that area stay still.

However, Miro did not detect any being using divine language. All the matter on the home planet of the Pulan people was actively responding to Miro, the ruler, wanting to take action, but it was suppressed by another incomprehensible force. They wanted to do it but were unable to do so!

Not only Miro, but countless indescribable beings in the chaotic vortex cast their gazes upon this small home planet of the Pulan people, unable to comprehend it.

This even affected the edge of the stagnant area, where the unsuppressed matter and spacetime became bizarre and grotesque, like a cosmic monster in the process of transformation.

The swarm was unaware of these things. Those outside the psionic network universe only read that the edge of that temporarily frozen area was experiencing an accelerated increase in entropy, with the entropy rate increasing by several basis points in just a few breaths.

The swarm imprisoned a region within that universe from outside the cosmos, both to express its discontent to the civilization within that universe and to deter resistance within the psionic network universe. However, the power of the civilization within that universe caused the edge of that imprisoned region to accelerate entropy increase...

I get it! This is a responsive demonstration, imitating the behavior of a bee swarm!

Rabbi suddenly realized that his guess was not far off. The swarm confined a region, reducing entropy, and the rebellious civilizations in the universe deliberately contradicted this by increasing entropy outside the region in response.

"Have they finished gathering their strength and are preparing to break through the swarm's blockade?"

Rabbi immediately sensed that things had become tricky. The other side had been plotting for a long time, planning for countless years, and their attack on the bee swarm's blockade was definitely not a small-scale operation.

Although the bee swarm had its own arrangements, Rabi wasn't omniscient. It had no idea what the other side had planned for so long. It had been caught off guard by the cunning and unpredictable schemes of the past.

"How about we freeze the entire universe first?"

"Destroy that universe and start over."

"How do I destroy it?"

"If you dismantle the psionic network, that psionic network universe will naturally collapse."

……

The bee swarm offered their suggestions one after another.

Rabbi fell into thought. After a moment of hesitation, he decided, "The swarm has invested so many resources to achieve the current research results. It would be a pity to destroy that universe. This is a solution to be considered only when there is no way to salvage the situation."

"What the swarm needs to do now is to follow what Lu Shang taught us: defeat one faction, intimidate another, and win over the third, breaking up the strong resistance forces and ultimately creating a system of checks and balances."

The rabbi gave instructions, and the bee swarm carried them out.

In the region of the psychic network universe that attracts the gaze of countless indescribable beings within the great vortex, a pitch-black sphere suddenly appeared on the mother star system where the Pulan civilization resides.

This sphere is as black as a black hole, but it lacks the terrifying gravity of a black hole and has no event horizon.

The moment Mi Luo saw this pitch-black spherical object, his long-dormant heart stirred.

This is not excitement, but fear—the instinctive fear of the unknown that life experiences when encountering something completely beyond our comprehension.

From the perspective of these Outer Gods like Milo, there is nothing inside the pitch-black sphere, not even space and time. Everything that approaches the sphere is repelled by an invisible force.

Throughout the long years, Miro was immersed in the music of chaos, striving to play a distorted and nauseating melody for the great being Zen, to the point that its thinking was close to chaos.

Theoretically speaking, it is very difficult to make a mad, chaotic creature feel fear and regret, but at this very moment, Miro deeply felt the regret that had long been forgotten in the corner of his cognition.

It fled in panic, severing its protruding tentacles in terror.

Miro escaped, but the countless beings within the chaotic vortex did not withdraw their gaze. Under their stare, the unknown, pitch-black sphere merged with the remnant severed by Miro.

As the spherical object merged with the remains of Miluo, the things in this area that had been distorted by the Outer Gods gradually returned to order and stability.

Those dissolved Pulan people also recovered themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time had reversed, and the scattered liquid flowed back and condensed back into the original ordinary Pulan people.

Countless Pulan people looked up at the sky, where a huge celestial body occupied half of their home planet's sky.

At this moment, the spherical object that had merged with the remains of the abandoned Miro was no longer completely black. It resembled a planetary creature, with its surface covered in mud. Tube-like structures, pulsating like blood vessels, crisscrossed its surface. What impressed the Pulan people the most were the large and small eyes on its surface.

Some Purang people, having just recovered, were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up. Others prayed with great excitement, offering their most devout faith to the descending deity. All nations were incredibly grateful that civilization still existed, yet simultaneously filled with dread about the strange celestial bodies in the sky, daring not to take any action. Still others, neither mad nor frightened, took advantage of the still chaotic social order to fish in troubled waters and indulge their desires.

In short, although civilization was temporarily protected by the swarm of bees, the Pulan people's society was still in chaos.

(End of this chapter)