Chapter 1389: Everyone in the Capital Knows

The expressions of those on the distant ship tightened.

The other party was the creature that emerged from the original Sea of Chaos.

After all, this small tribe of the "Qubitross" race was established alongside their transcendent martial arts world. These two "sandboxes" developed simultaneously, serving as analogies.

From beginning to end, this small tribe had been under their observation and secret study, without many variables.

But now...

This person was the true unknown variable.

"He finally appeared."

Emperor Qi stood on the distant deck and said calmly, "I'm afraid he's been observing from the shadows, silently watching us slaughter... That he could endure for so long is already beyond our expectations."

"Heh, how could he possibly still endure?"

Caroline smiled and shook her head, "Perhaps he doesn't care about this current tribe, but... once we clear this tribe, we'll proceed to sweep through the waters of the Sea of Chaos... and they'll have to enter to retrieve their people, so a direct confrontation is inevitable."

Yet, he was indeed capable of such profound patience.

Like a cold venomous snake, dormant in the shadows.

He claimed his tribe had grown to a hundred thousand people. If true, its scale would be more than ten times larger than the current "community," and the talents it produced would not be significantly weaker than many Qubitross.

The corpse lay silently on the ground, placed before the Three-Pillar Gods.

"Take the corpse, use it. I'm giving it to you for cultivating your martial arts."

Tuxin, however, spoke with indifference, as if unconcerned: "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. You've gone to great lengths not merely to defeat Qubitross. What you truly want is his body—the body of a ninth-order martial arts saint—and then to occupy his mind."

Two of the Three-Pillar Gods had already become imbeciles, but the remaining one remained silent.

"We've gone to great lengths to control his body?" The Three-Pillar God smiled, unwilling to show weakness, "How so? This brain is the size of a giant sun, with countless neurons. How could we three humble little beings possibly occupy it?"

"Naturally, the three of you cannot. Even if you were tenth-order saints, your mass would be too small to precisely control it."

Tuxin, with his hands clasped behind his back, said calmly, "But by now, you must have cultivated a super martial arts force in that grand martial arts world—the Chaos Palace—pouring all your faction's resources into it. You even have countless immortal saints assisting, with three hundred billion divine disciples and a million enlightened ones, all ready to occupy it, correct?"

This person?

The Three-Pillar Gods' expressions immediately turned grave; the opponent knew too much.

This was indeed their "Human Brain Planet Project," their core "Chaos Head" plan!

Given how clearly the other party understood, Tuxin was likely even more cunning than imagined. It was unknown when he had infiltrated their transcendent martial arts world, like Qubitross, secretly learning while patiently biding his time.

Indeed.

The brain was a martial arts saint's only weakness!

Their souls and brain nerves had long fused with their flesh, making them naturally unafraid of soul attacks. Moreover, their neural flesh-converted brains were extremely resilient...

But as long as one destroyed the opponent's brain, it was equivalent to killing them, allowing one to occupy an empty brain shell and gain the authority to control their body.

Their intended action was earth-shattering and audacious!

A group of powerful martial artists would frantically occupy it, devouring the opponent's brain and replacing it!

Then, combining their computational power, they would replace the neurons, controlling the opponent's body as if operating a colossal mecha!

This was akin to controlling a solar-system-scale mecha!

And they would be operating within a control room comparable in volume to a sun.

Tuxin smiled while shaking his head, "But it's clear that even with your utmost efforts, you can't cultivate enough personnel to control the brain in a short time. And these 'bugs' are too weak, making the brain itself weak, shattering with a single jolt."

Tuxin's voice was exceptionally clear, and amidst the stiff expressions of the Three-Pillar Gods, he directly laid bare their plan.

"But this supposed weakness wasn't a weakness at all, because the brain is inherently fragile..."

"You're occupying this brain primarily not for direct combat, but for escape? Or perhaps as a 'high-offense, low-defense' long-range artillery platform for remote attacks?"

Tuxin's words instantly hardened the Three-Pillar Gods' expressions.

What a terrifying person.

Such intellect; who knew how long he had been lurking...

Indeed, their Chaos Head plan was already familiar to the opponent.

Their Chaos Head plan was indeed divided into three stages.

The first stage was viral infection, entering the opponent's body. At this point, the 'virus' would root itself in the opponent's brain, residing within this "human brain planet," consuming the brain and absorbing nutrients to grow stronger.

In this stage, the "zombies" were mindless, only capable of attacking others and transforming into beasts.

The second stage involved completely devouring the opponent's brain. The nutrients supplied by a massive brain, comparable to a sun, were sufficient to cultivate countless tenth- and ninth-order fungi, as well as countless deities.

At this point, the brain could be controlled by them, allowing full control over the body.

In this stage, the "zombies" began to develop intelligence.

The third stage involved humans beginning to operate this super mecha, using numerical superiority to overcome strength, continuously ganging up on stronger saints, and expanding their influence.

Naturally, the weakness of these "zombies" was the brain, and the weakness of cultivating Chaos Head was the brain's fragility. Therefore, their combat plan indeed focused on remote escape and attrition.

A direct punch, though powerful, would cause self-inflicted tremors.

Using martial arts like the Quantum Slingshot for long-range attacks, launching particles with intent, would result in less combat power than before, but the chance of brain damage would be significantly reduced.

The Chaos Head martial art was indeed "high offense, low defense"; close combat meant certain death, as the head's weakness was too fatal.

"What, did I expose it? Are you hesitating?"

Tuxin gave a brilliant smile. "Don't rush, this body is for you. Go ahead and occupy it, let yourselves play to your strengths... At the same time, I will also allow you to rest and recover from your recent injuries."

"Just as you gave Qubitross time to rest, I will allow you to be in peak condition to face the next battle."

"This fellow..."

Upon hearing this, the Three-Pillar Gods' expressions became completely solemn.

Meanwhile, in front of their screens, countless forces from the heavens, saints from the nine great universes, and the Heavenly Daos all grew serious.

"This person..."

"Is terrifying."

"This martial art before us should be perfect, capable of providing us with powerful strength for future struggles."

"Can we win? We already have hope!"

"At first, I thought it impossible, but our martial arts have actually developed techniques to fight across different sizes. I think it's possible... Chaos Head, this martial art is already a miracle!"

"But I always feel the opponent is too relaxed..."

They should have been amazed by the miraculous martial art of the "Human Brain Planet," utterly mysterious and profound, capable of bringing them a new future... Yet, hearing it from the opponent's mouth, they felt a subtle unease.

There was a strong sense that something was amiss.

"Very well, since you insist, I won't be modest." Without hesitation, the Three-Pillar God immediately led his people to occupy the body.

Countless personnel, densely packed like bacteria, swarmed from beneath the ship's deck, entering Qubitross's brain.

Their numbers were so vast they resembled an ant migration, visible even to the naked eye.

The Three-Pillar Gods were also working to recover the two members whose brains had been affected by the backlash.

The Three-Pillar Gods gradually recovered.

"While you're recovering, come with me into our city to meet your opponent," Tuxin said calmly.

"Your city?" The Three-Pillar God asked in surprise.

"Yes. Otherwise, did you think I was your opponent? Do you think you're worthy?"

Tuxin's expression was cold. Though polite, it conveyed the detachment and disregard of a supreme deity, eternally aloof, looking down upon mortals.

"Come, I'll take you to my city."

He abruptly grabbed the colossal galaxy-spanning ship, which looked like a delicate model in his hand, and strode swiftly into the distance.

Then, dragging the corpse controlled by the Three-Pillar Gods with one hand, a single stride covered countless light-years.

"As expected, he made his move."

Although the ship was seized, the group was not alarmed. Tuxin's cultivation realm, while higher than Qubitross, was only at the peak of the ninth order; he had not yet entered the tenth order.

After all, if he had reached the tenth order, a saint of such immense size at that level, then all the saints present would be out of the game.

Given his size, his cultivation speed simply couldn't be that fast!

The path to tenth-order 'super-mass' was still far off.

Thus, though his physique was enormous and he could grasp the large ship, their realm overwhelmingly surpassed Tuxin's. Their speed was naturally greater than his; if they truly wanted to escape, Tuxin couldn't stop them.

But they were here to fight!

Like the Three-Pillar Gods, who, with their tenth-order realm, forcefully engaged in challenge battles, entering the arena for martial arts contests, trying to find a certain way.

In a sense, this was also a contest of destiny between the two races.

Soon, Tuxin was running rapidly across the land.

The surroundings flowed rapidly backward as he crossed countless deserts and lands.

The Three-Pillar Gods were recovering from their concussive injuries, leading the members of their Rabid Dog martial art to control the brain.

Tuxin strode swiftly, speaking to the ship in his hand: "Do you see? This land is too barren... For over ten billion years, you 'bacteria' have left ninety-nine percent of this universe barren, because you are too tiny... How can bacteria possibly occupy the earth?"

"But we are different. We are the true masters of these nine vast continents. We will proliferate and inhabit every corner of 'Jiuzhou,' while you 'fungi' are destined to live only in the soil, at the bottom of the food chain."

His voice was cold.

Yet, his steps were incredibly swift, and he soon arrived at a certain landmass.

This was a massive, towering tribe, with tall walls constructed from piled earth, resembling a stronghold but far less refined or luxurious than the previous tribe.

It was rough, primitive, and rugged, exuding an ancient, wild aura.

"We are different from those who indulge in luxury... Here, we are merely a primitive tribe." Tuxin entered the stronghold's gate, and before his eyes stretched vast, rough streets.

Bustling pedestrians came and went, with only simple coverings over their private parts, resembling quintessential cave-dwelling primitives.

"They are foolish. Born great, they consider themselves pure and noble... They love sculptures, they love to improve their lives, their pride is simply ridiculous, yet they start enjoying life before our era has truly arrived..." A hint of mockery played on Tuxin's lips. "We, however, are benefiting future generations by pioneering martial arts..."

As he spoke, he bypassed the crude streets and crowds, arriving at the entrance of a simple courtyard. Pushing open the gate revealed an earthen house. Stepping inside, they could clearly see the interior furnishings.

Jars and bottles were piled on shelves, and an old man sat before a chair.

It resembled the room of an old village doctor, or evoked the feeling of a shaman or witch doctor from an ancient tribe.

Tuxin placed the ship on a table and sat only on a chair situated high above. "Broel, I've come to your room and brought your opponent."

"Yes, thank you very much."

The old man, leaning on a cane, shakily rose to his feet, appearing very ancient, and looked at Qubitross, who was now controlled by the Three-Pillar Gods.

The old man lowered his gaze, gently stroking the cane in his hand. "I had already infiltrated and hidden within your transcendent world. I know everything about you clearly. Let me be your opponent..."

"Three-Pillar Gods, I am your opponent. I am the one who will break your schemes. Your 'Human Brain Planet' project, your miraculous 'Rabid Dog' martial art—it seems perfect, the hope of the old humanity, truly incredible..."

The old man paused, his aged body pushing open the window of the earthen house.

"But..."

A wisp of chaotic, hazy light spilled onto the floor from outside the window.

"The Lord knows everything, but the Lord simply doesn't care."