Chapter 1211: Female Villain's Obsession, Adorable Girl's Dream

The Reality

Actually, Xu Zhi knew that with these beings entering, variables were bound to arise. Regardless of their magnitude, butterfly effects were bound to occur. But Xu Zhi only asked them to minimize their impact, without completely preventing their entry. Why?

Because he had already realized that minor details could be changed, but the overall trend remained unalterable!

Upon deducing the Era of Sculpture Art and subsequently seeing sculptures outside, Xu Zhi instantly understood.

This was fate, preordained by unseen forces.

"Perhaps other universes would be different, but for us, in the bloodline universe, who all utilize the bloodline cultivation system, there will inevitably be several stages of historical progression. Even if it's not Yi Mang who opens the heavens and earth, there will be Ether, or Purity, or Brightness who steps forward to make the first cut into the bloodline with the laws of matter, opening up the heavens and earth... because this is the only way to establish order in the universe!"

Xu Zhi saw the Great Dao Map outside, and the real universe also proved that a similar ancient being had made the first cut.

"After that, even if Yi Mang hadn't severed lifespans to prove the universe's incompleteness, others would have come forward to affirm that incompleteness.... because this is the only way to extend the universe's lifespan!"

At this moment, Xu Zhi felt a profound sense of destiny and preordination, as if guided by an unseen hand.

The Era of Sculpture Art and the Era of Proving Lifespan Deficiency... these two eras seemed like inevitable stages of development; no matter how many times history restarted, they would almost certainly unfold this way.

"The inevitability of the Sculpture Art Era was self-evident; given that only soil and metal were available at the time, sculpting was bound to emerge.... Similarly, the deficiency in lifespan was also inevitable, as it marked the critical dividing line between innate and acquired beings."

The universe was like an incomplete puzzle.

Someone would certainly complete it; regardless of who did, they would place the corresponding puzzle pieces in a similar manner. This was a historical inevitability.

"Therefore, the next era, perhaps, would be the Era of Parallel Universes, which should also be an inevitable historical process for completing the universe! Sooner or later, ancient acquired saints would see this point and achieve enlightenment through it, but this path would definitely not be simple! Splitting the universe is even more difficult than making the first cut..."

Xu Zhi vaguely sensed something.

But why would parallel universes do this? Shatter the great universe into so many pieces, making it incomplete? The exact reason was unknown...

"The answers must be sought within this universe."

Xu Zhi stepped into this universe, frowning as he said, "Having traversed the outer chaotic lands, I've seen the true structure outside! Multi-dimensional Tier 10 Saints are the pinnacle of combat strength in the universe... weak Tier 11!"

Before him, he now fully understood all the cultivation levels of the entire universe.

He genuinely couldn't defeat these multi-dimensional Saints; they were weak Tier 11, after all. But there was no rush; he naturally needed to continue deducing this universe.

"The world, however, has no true Tier 11. Tier 11, I fear, might be the Primal, the Dao One... becoming the universe itself?"

Xu Zhi took a deep breath. "I have a vague premonition that once I fully restore history and see the main text of the universe's development, I will uncover an unimaginable truth.... At that point, the nine parallel universes will truly be shaken, and countless multi-dimensional Saints might genuinely flock here..."

He vaguely felt that once the main text of history was revealed, the universe's past and present would truly hold no more secrets, and all the secrets of the Insect Race Matriarch would also be unveiled.

"These three have been sent in, and they will face the future Era of Parallel Universes.... In that catastrophe, they won't be able to alter the course of the era, but can only struggle within it.... As for myself, I must also begin to enter this universe, to experience trials in the mortal world... As the God of Destruction, no, the God of Creation, that's right?"

Xu Zhi chuckled softly and entered the universe.

"In the outer universe, I am the God of Destruction, representing death and ruin. But in this universe, I am truly the God of Creation, representing life, because I created this universe...."

"So-called life and death are relative; the God of Destruction and the God of Creation are one.... Perhaps in the true grand universe, there is no God of Creation, but here, there is!"

The Outer Dao Universe.

Ancient Saints resided beyond the chaos.

The most ancient batch of Saints had completely withdrawn from the world after the Great War of the Three Thousand Chaos Fiendgods. They lived in seclusion, vanishing without a trace, using slumber to prolong their remaining lifespans.

Tens of thousands of years passed, and newly ascended Acquired Saints began to emerge, ruling the world.

Gradually, the beings of this era, though still cursing Yi Mang and reviling Him as a terminally ill tyrant—one who, by enduring the pain of death himself, made all creatures taste His suffering, ensuring all things experienced birth, aging, sickness, death, pain, and wailing—it was undeniable that this era, despite being rife with scorn, was a prosperous one.

They only contended for the present, living in the moment.

They exerted their utmost to utilize every brief moment of their short lifespans to live more splendidly.

In a thousand years for acquired beings, far too many explosive events occurred. It was far more exciting than the slow-paced fiendgods of the Innate Fiendgod Era, who could spend hundreds of years merely eating and sleeping!

Outside the Chaos.

At an ancient Daoist temple.

Nu Yi, one of Yi Mang's nine youngest disciples, who had attained enlightenment regarding the rules of acquired beings and was revered as the Mother of Acquired Beings, sat in her ancient Daoist temple. For an unknown number of years, she had been observing an ancient male statue.

She was an old woman in her twilight years, her body decaying, exuding an aura of desolate antiquity. "My master once told me that he had seen a god in a dream."

"Who exactly is He?" she pondered as she caressed the human-shaped male statue. "I attained enlightenment regarding the most suitable life composition structure for the heavens, earth, and universe. Only after achieving enlightenment did I realize that most of the beings born from the heavens and earth were humanoid. Yet, before that, this very form had already appeared?"

At that time, other Saints were merely surprised. Yi Mang was greatly shaken by the humanoid form of acquired beings, and Nu Yi herself was one of the most astonished Saints. Unlike the others, this was a rule she had personally pioneered...

"My master was full of doubts back then," Nu Yi's voice, ancient and weathered, trembled. "He pursued this question for tens of thousands of years, searching his entire life without finding an answer, until he reached his twilight years and passed on... But at that final moment, that great laugh—it was then I understood that my master's lingering doubt had been resolved."

"At His very last moment, He saw that figure once more. My master saw Him at the moment of his birth, and again at the moment of his demise..."

She closed her eyes. This had become the deepest thorn in her heart, growing deeper and more rooted over tens of thousands of years until the present day, profoundly shocking her.

Suddenly.

The universe trembled slightly.

There was an intrusion of foreign objects, as if three sudden variables had emerged, but their auras vanished instantly.

"This feeling is unprecedented. Could it be Him? Has He appeared again...?" The ancient Saint suddenly opened her eyes.

"I just feel like traveling through the cosmic membrane, the commotion wouldn't be discovered by the Saints of this universe, right?"

Meng Mei hid herself, taking over a body on a planet, transforming into a vine girl who looked like an elf and lived in a tree hollow.

"Probably not. The Super Ancient God is very strong; he said he masked our auras so that they wouldn't discover our origins from the start, unless we expose ourselves by seeking death."

She blinked, still a child of seven or eight, muttering to herself, "The Super Ancient God told me not to affect the overall structure of heaven and earth here... But how would I affect it? I don't like fighting; let them quarrel if they want to. I'll just stay low and develop."

"Other Saints who smuggled into parallel universes also stayed low and developed. I'll do the same; no problem!"

"But, even if I don't affect the big picture or contend for supremacy, it doesn't mean I can't do other things," Meng Mei secretly muttered. "This is a new universe opened by the God of Destruction! It's said that when the God of Destruction came here, he lost his chaotic authority over the universe and was no longer assimilated by the countless vast wills of the universe's beings. He might very well develop self-awareness, with seven emotions and six desires, becoming emotional like a living creature..."

"Which means I can..." Her eyes gleamed brightly as she secretly formulated a plan.

"Sister, what are you thinking about? Come build a house with me," a four or five-year-old snot-nosed vine girl, her hands covered in mud, tugged at her sleeve.

"Little girl, go back to playing with mud. I'm thinking about your future brother-in-law!"

The seven or eight-year-old girl with a ponytail chastised her sister, then snorted, thinking, "The little couple, Akina Speed, has been mocking me, and even though the Alchemy Emperor doesn't speak, those two always show off their affection in front of me... Now it's my turn to make a move..."

"So that's it. Why did he pick me? This is a task given to me by the Super Ancient God!"

The more she thought about it, the more she felt her spring had arrived. With her ponytail bouncing, she jumped up and down, waving her small fists.

"The God of Creation and the God of Destruction are originally the same being. When the God of Creation grows old, he becomes the God of Destruction... And old men clearly have more charm, they're more mature!"