Chapter 1408: Please, Everyone, Die for the Suffering People of the World! (Two-in-One)

This Genesis is now closer than ever to the universe's most primordial state. Everything before was just minor tinkering.

All previous attempts had too low energy levels and too limited scope. How could one expect them to evolve into a truly realistic Genesis? It was simply impossible.

However, Medusa's super massive body, which swept up matter from millions of light-years across the universe, is enough to simulate a relatively realistic primordial era of the universe.

“Origin, this is the true source of all things.”

Xu Zhi sensed a trace of sacred and ancient aura—the power of an Eleventh-Order Great Dao Singularity, currently being conceived, still compressing, and on the verge of appearing.

“But if Medusa’s previous singularity didn't even amount to a hundred-billionth of the true one, then this current singularity is, at most, one-millionth of the true singularity… It’s still very incomplete.”

Admittedly, the power is sufficient, but this singularity is still far too lacking. Firstly, the Great Dao of the universe is incomplete, and the rules are not whole. Without the re-flow of all rules, how can a true singularity be achieved? Secondly, there’s the order!

“Only by fusing and reversing the sequence code of the Great Dao's enlightenment, secretly held, can one obtain a true singularity and become Eleventh-Order.”

Xu Zhi clearly knew this was indeed a chaotic mess, a bizarre singularity haphazardly thrown together.

“But even so, it should be enough to research my next-step Great Universe cultivation method…” Xu Zhi took a deep breath and chuckled, “Even incorporating new life forms without bloodline structures. I wonder if my Great Universe cultivation method can achieve this?”

Honestly, Xu Zhi wasn't truly confident this time, because he felt these were two completely different systems.

“But at the very least, I can research my miraculous martial art…”

Xu Zhi endured amidst countless tears and fragments. He died countless tens of thousands of times almost every second, only sustained by internal energy transmission channels. However, achieving this required consuming a vast amount of matter Xu Zhi had accumulated over the years. This was an enormous cost, and it remained to be seen if the returns would be significant enough.

“Interesting. I’m seeing some new and very intriguing paths.”

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Tu Xin was being encircled, with numerous entities from across the myriad heavens closing in remotely from all directions of the Chaos Sea, drastically slowing his escape. Behind him, Medusa was in direct pursuit, and the two were drawing closer.

“Run, keep running.” Medusa approached step by step, smiling grimly, “Surrounded on all sides, what can you do? A single tree cannot stand alone.”

“You’re very smug, Evil God. Don’t you think your expression looks exactly like an evil villain’s?”

Tu Xin stopped, sneering, “Do you think I’ve only developed such a small tribe of merely a hundred thousand people over these years? You underestimate me.”

“Isn’t that so?” Medusa said indifferently, “It already surprised me that you could collect so much energy and produce so many tribesmen. Are you implying you have more hidden? How many more could you possibly hide? Ten thousand, thirty thousand tribesmen?”

Her computational power was also considerable. Her geometric population growth model calculated that even if Tu Xin operated at full capacity with exponential growth, the number wouldn't be significantly higher than it currently was. And what kind of geniuses could emerge from a small tribe of one or two hundred thousand? What hidden cards could they possibly have to influence the current battle? The two masters who appeared earlier were already considered very well-managed.

“You underestimate me too much,” Tu Xin said coldly. “If you can create miracles, why can’t I? A so-called miracle is something beyond the scope of normal thinking… If I simply create tribesmen of sufficiently small stature, I can achieve massive numbers and greater potential for geniuses.”

“Tribesmen of sufficiently small stature, could it be… Cicada Molt?”

From above, Rong Cheng quickly realized this. “But even if they could evolve into small-bodied beings using this cultivation method, and then propagate large numbers of small-bodied offspring… their combat power certainly wouldn't be strong; it should be useless in battle…”

“Wait…”

The next moment, Rong Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief. “His Cicada Molt is about changing brains. And if it's about changing brains, wouldn't that mean turning all those new tribesmen into brains? Brains in vats, cultivated one by one… This person can’t be that insane, can he? This is practically becoming an evil mad scientist…”

Rong Cheng himself was a mad scientist, a mad wizard, constantly researching the souls of living beings and the structures of talent originating from souls… Slaughter and mad experiments were commonplace for him, but even he now found this too terrifying! The opponent was too ruthless!

Yet they had vaguely guessed the answer: the opponent had already done this. The opponent was an expert at playing with brains! His research into Cicada Molt also constituted a systematic, supporting cultivation method, alongside a comprehensive plan for his entire race based on it.

“Haven’t you realized yet? This too could be considered a miraculous martial art…” Tu Xin said coldly. “It’s also a race development plan formulated around this martial art as its core. Perhaps it could be called… the ‘Human Brain Cultivation Project’?”

“This is the martial art—Cicada Molt. The brain serves as the true body, and the physical form is merely a shed shell… It can drastically accelerate our growth, compensate for our lost time, and form combat power… How about it, isn’t it comparable to your martial arts?” No sooner had Tu Xin finished speaking than five powerful entities emerged one after another from the sea.

With a splash. One towering light-year-sized giant after another, with scowling brows and cold gazes, resembling colossal, wrathful Diamond Giants, faced the myriad heavens before them. Three of them had auras inferior to Tu Xin, while two were on par with him.

Everyone felt their scalps tingle with dread.

A total of six individuals… with intelligence similar to Tu Xin’s… These six individuals were already close to the nine in the Longevity Realm.

In other words, in this era, the new cosmic beings had also become more terrifying and cautious due to the momentous changes that had occurred, preventing their era from being overthrown by the opposing side!

“Yes… yes… I should have realized it. How could races whose average intelligence is far superior to ours underestimate us? To think they would be careless just because they believe us weak and our situation nearly irreversible?” Liu Qi gave a bitter laugh. “They’ve already discovered a variable that doesn’t belong to this era, and they’re determined to completely suppress it.”

They weren’t foolish. They directly presented the most perfect countermeasure, which was the most normal and optimal approach.

The martial art, Cicada Molt! And it delivered a truly fatal blow to them, who were already in a desperate situation.

This powerful martial art wasn't about empowering a single individual, but about strengthening the entire race, making it the cornerstone of the race’s development. Only then could it truly be called a miraculous martial art.

Tu Xin’s calculations were terrifying!!

“What, are you surprised? To see the six of us.” Tu Xin, with his hands behind his back, said calmly, “You didn’t think I, Tu Xin, was the only one, did you?”

“I, Tu Xin, may seem to have surpassed the limits of your human genius and intellect, causing you great alarm. But in reality, my talent is not considered exceptionally high within our race; at most, I’m a prodigy who appears once in ten million.”

Many people showed expressions of despair. Tu Xin, a genius appearing once in ten million of his race, was already this terrifying… What about the future? If their numbers grew even larger in the future and they fully matured, it would be utterly unimaginable. Forget the future; even with a population of just over ten million now, their race’s infinite terror and potential were already making the entire Nine-Yuan Universe feel overwhelmed and unable to cope.

His expression was cold as he looked down at the pitiable myriad heavens. “The six of us are our ultimate combat power, our final trump card. Forcing me to this extent is already enough for you to be proud.”

“In fact, by leading me here, aren't you, in a sense, also leading yourselves into a trap?”

Tu Xin looked at the Evil God before him, and the myriad heavens surrounding them. “This is all the trump cards you’ve developed over the years, isn’t it? Once we kill you all, you’ll be completely silenced.”

“You??”

Only at this moment did goosebumps erupt all over everyone’s bodies, their pupils slowly dilating as they were scared out of their wits! The opponent’s intelligence indeed surpassed theirs. It seemed like they had set a trap, but the opponent was actually turning their own scheme against them! Tu Xin’s frantic running and escape moments ago were likely all a pretense… They were already deep within the Chaos Sea, without super bodyguards like the Longevity Saints. The myriad heavens present might truly be no match for these few individuals! They already possessed the capability to eliminate and contend with the current myriad heavens.

“A genius appearing once in ten million, even if you’re just cultivating brains, or deformed 'big-head babies,' you couldn’t produce six individuals. You would need sixty million people…” Wen Meng’s voice became completely hoarse.

“We don’t have sixty million people, because time is too short, and we couldn’t collect the energy for sixty million people,” Tu Xin said coldly. “However, with a mere ten million in population, which statistically should only produce one such individual, there's still a possibility of producing five or six of us geniuses. You’ve probably already guessed how, haven’t you?”

Rong Cheng and the others turned pale; they had indeed guessed.

Teng Shou, from a distance, also spoke hoarsely, “Kill them. Once they’re a hundred years old and show no astonishing talent, kill them! Then re-absorb their energy and reproduce again… As long as you kill frequently and iterate quickly enough, you’ll produce genius infants… You are so ruthless!”

“In the struggle of races, there is no cruelty.” Tu Xin, with his hands behind his back, spoke in a deep voice, imbued with an unimaginable sense of dominance:

“Perhaps it seems unnecessary, but I intend to crush you in the most perfect manner, even if future generations deem me a tyrant, the cruelest monarch in history, using an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken, utterly foolish for self-harming to wound an enemy… But facts have already proven, as seen in those two great battles, that my vigilance against you was correct.”

“You are worth me sacrificing my life for.” Tu Xin’s expression was devoid of joy or sorrow as he stated, “From the moment I began developing this Cicada Molt martial art, I never intended to live forever.”

Everyone stared blankly at the man named Tu Xin. Even to be considered by future generations the greatest and most evil tyrant in history? To be reviled? To have never intended to live from the very beginning?

Meng Mei and the others felt a heavy sadness in their hearts. Like Mang… They seemed to see the figure of that truly selfless, immensely charismatic great man from years past, who dreamed of establishing a paradise for his race and all living beings amidst treacherous circumstances… Tu Xin, before them, was an out-and-out great hero. He had thrown caution to the wind in his quest to overthrow the old era’s rule, to overturn corruption, to unblock the universe’s development, and to eradicate the ancient beings that hindered the new era…

Meng Mei sighed softly, then turned and spoke clearly to those behind her:

“I still remember Human Ancestor Xu Younian and Dao Heavenly Emperor Dao Changsheng from back then, great figures who spared no effort to overthrow the rule of the innate ancient gods. We cheered for them, erected monuments in their honor, and praised those great martyrs, singing: May all people contend in their time, live a splendid life, not be corrupt or autocratic… But who knows when, we too transformed into the evil dragons of old.”

“The dragon-slaying youths of yesteryear have become evil dragons,” the Alchemist Emperor Li Shengjiang said, a rare utterance from him.

Beside them, Emperor Qi, with his hands clasped behind his back, listened to the Mother of Earth’s words without anger. Instead, he smiled with emotion, “You wanted to overthrow me back then! Now you, too, will eventually become me, joining us in blocking the Great Luo Heaven… You are interesting!”

The Three Pillar Gods lowered their heads, remaining silent, but murmured to Tu Xin in the distance, “You’re insane. You could have surely defeated us without paying any price… Yet now, Tu Xin, you’re sacrificing an entire generation of lives, bringing them to their deaths, just to guard against us?”

“Insane? Only by sacrificing our generation can we achieve complete peace of mind. For absolute certainty, what fear have we of death?” Tu Xin’s expression was cold, his emotions unreadable. “As long as we completely eradicate the old corruption for our next generation and usher in a new dawn… In this world, no one can remain on high forever.”

“Even if it means death, these individuals today are 'brain-people' who have climbed into the bodies of other tribesmen, with extreme side effects. They had no intention of returning and were already prepared for death.”

Tu Xin lowered his head and suddenly murmured a phrase he had heard from the opposing civilization: “Only with great sacrifices can one achieve grand ambitions; one dares to make the sun and moon usher in a new sky.”

Floating on the Chaos Sea, he slowly bowed respectfully to the myriad heavens spanning the sky, to the Evil God holding the Genesis, and to the ancient phantom gradually materializing and coalescing within the singularity. He cupped his fists and declared:

“I ask all you Ancient Saints, at this very moment, to die for the future of all living beings under heaven!!!”