Chapter 1433: Summoning

"How is that possible???"

The pupils of countless heroes, ancient and modern, contracted violently in disbelief. Even the great heritage families of past generations, the ancient cosmic insectoid civilization families, were silenced, as if mortals with their throats choked, unable to utter a sound.

It was as if they were not beings of the same dimension, like a two-dimensional plane encountering a three-dimensional creature.

"This... is the power of the Eleventh Tier?" someone exclaimed.

It was a power from a different dimension, not on the same magnitude at all, like an ordinary Eighth-Tier deity encountering a Ninth-Tier Saint who could warp the rules of the universe.

"Haven't you realized yet?" The Emperor walked closer, step by step. "You cultivate the pinnacle of a false path, while I cultivate the true path."

"What happens when a counterfeit encounters the genuine article?" The Emperor smiled faintly and said, "All that is false will converge like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, flowing back to the true source."

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The true sound of the Grand Dao vibrated, echoing his heartbeat.

Everyone stared blankly at the singularity within his body, and the nine universes orbiting it. His power core was no longer a weakness; it had become a means of defense. Any attack would be sucked into it, transforming into the singularity's power, which in turn was transmitted through the nine bloodline universes to his body. This meant that any attack would be absorbed and stored by him, making him even stronger.

This was the new Nine Revolutions Profound Art.

"How can such a monster exist?" Bai Quan, the God of Faith, narrowed his eyes. "This strength... it's truly excessive, isn't it?"

Everyone stared at the Emperor, dumbfounded. Yet, they knew that while it was unbelievable, it was also inevitable. Each realm represented a major dimensional leap. When truth met falsehood, it was like a soft piece of paper that would shatter upon impact.

"Everyone, this is no longer a normal being." In the distance, Tu Xin's expression was grim. He looked at the Emperor and quietly said, "He is half an Eleventh Tier! He can use the power of the singularity to absorb your attacks.... If this is all you have, you will be instantly obliterated. Old timers, the era has changed!!"

Tu Xin looked at Ren Jiu. He seemed displeased with Ren Jiu's actions. This trump card, which seemed incredibly powerful in the old era – a completely invincible Tenth Tier, capable of even fighting the original Tu Xin and the predetermined future trend – was simply insufficient against this astonishing variable, facing the high realm of the Eleventh Tier.

The ancient heroes and luminaries around them immediately showed anger, yet subtly tinged with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"No, they are more powerful than you imagine." Tu Xin's gaze swept over some of the beings present, particularly the Insectoid Matriarchs. "Unleash your true power. I know how terrifying your bloodlines are."

The ancient matriarchs from past generations remained silent for a moment. In the distance, some heroes from other eras were completely puzzled. Could their opponents even withstand such a monster?

Ren Jiu met Tu Xin's questioning gaze with a smile and replied, "Do you know how many Heaven-Defying Bloodlines in the entire Nine-Origin Universe originated from this race?"

"A full ninety percent! Yes, ninety percent of the Heaven-Defying Bloodlines in the entire universe originated from this race."

Ninety percent? Everyone was stunned. Even some cosmic overlords and luminaries suddenly looked at their own Heaven-Defying Bloodlines, and at some ancient legends...

"Yes, you haven't guessed wrong," Ren Jiu said. "The bloodlines of most of your heroes were inadvertently diluted, spread outside, and continuously altered by them. While powerful bloodlines can naturally emerge with a decent probability, truly terrifying Heaven-Defying Bloodlines rarely appear spontaneously."

This was an incredibly terrifying fact. He looked at the Fourth Generation Insectoid Matriarch and softly said, "This race is one of the ancient Three Great Heavenly Dao Races, wielding the authority over life across the Nine Universes, past and present!"

"They only account for one-ninth of the geniuses present, yet the countless bloodlines collected by all the overlords here are more or less related to this race."

Tu Xin was somewhat shaken. Is this the inheritance and dominance of bloodline families? Wielding the authority of a bloodline, passed down through generations, could create a terrifying monopoly, forever keeping them in a position of power, with each generation holding the authority of the Heavenly Dao! In contrast, the new era of cosmic life, without innate bloodlines, where everyone cultivated martial arts fairly and justly, relying solely on their own strength, was the developed, mature era.

"Are you saying this group?" Tu Xin asked with some disbelief. "They can rival the two of us?" Only their spiritual Eleventh Tier could barely touch the domain of that singularity, using localized singularities to break through the Emperor's absolute "Singularity Defense Shield." But *they* could?

"They have no singularities, they are from a backward era, they are absolute relics, but their combat power can rival yours and mine," Ren Jiu said, his words shaking Tu Xin. Tu Xin couldn't conceive of how they, without a singularity realm, could reach their level of combat power.

Ren Jiu looked at the Insectoid Matriarchs from past generations. "You should know that although I once, in each era, severed your bloodlines and turned you into mortals, your powers have now returned. With the beings of ancient and modern times fully united, even I cannot stop you."

"Your heritage is the deepest in the universe; you can rival us. Among the nine cosmic seats, there will undoubtedly be a place for you!" Ren Jiu bowed deeply. "We're relying on all of you."

"Relying on us?"

The Fourth Generation Insectoid Matriarch, leading the group, smiled faintly and looked at her kin. "Everyone, you must have almost completed the evolution of all the most bizarre martial arts, haven't you?"

"We are invincible, even if the opponent wields incredible power." She looked at a few others nearby and said, "Everyone, you surely have bloodline cultivation methods that integrate powers, don't you?" Several of the beings nodded.

"You will use my bloodline as the primary one; I control the power of life." She paused, then looked at the last Insectoid Matriarch and added, "By the way, where is the authority of the Insectoid Mother Nest now?"

The Insectoid Matriarch known as the Daughter of the Stellar Core pondered for a moment and replied, "Reporting to Fourth Ancestor, I passed it on to the next generation. It's been less than three years since my demise, and its current whereabouts are unknown... My combat power wasn't strong, but in my generation, I felt utterly hopeless. So, in the later stages, I focused entirely on evolving the Blood of Destiny, gaining partial control over karmic bloodlines, following the subtle pull of fate... That's why I found a male."

"Cosmic karma? Does this involve the true path of the Eleventh Tier? Only by grasping the source truth can one deduce karmic laws. Indeed, the era is progressing; it's astonishing that your generation has already reached this level!" Another ancient ancestor interjected. "But how can a male bear children?"

"If it's a male, with a little modification to the body, they can also give birth," a charming and lovely woman said. "I once transformed into a man and found the experience quite novel."

"You two old ancestors are too old," a graceful woman beside them chuckled. "By our later era, we've already transcended that; giving birth ourselves is too tiring."

"So this generation is different?"

"Less than three years? Perhaps it hasn't left the universe yet, and we don't know if it has reached the Tenth-Tier Saint realm."

Hearing this, the Fourth Ancestor pondered for a moment and said, "Regardless, our clan's hub is missing. We must first work together to recall the Mother Nest before we can engage in battle."

At this moment, another Insectoid Matriarch beside her said, "Ancestor, I once sensed it, but it seemed to be shielded. Perhaps the rules here are too distorted."

"No matter," said the Fourth Insectoid Matriarch with bright eyes and white teeth. "I possess tracking bloodlines. As long as I use bloodline as a guide, I can find it no matter what form it has taken." She added, "And while we're at it, let's see how our current generation of kin is doing?"

"Yes, yes, let's see if we've declined."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing this generation's little ones."

They chattered amongst themselves, discussing, "Quickly, let's work together to deduce the location of this generation's Insectoid Mother Nest!"

The Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, radiating an ancient platinum divine light, sacred, vast, and inviolable. As he overlooked the scene from above, his expression became strangely peculiar. We're all on the same side; it's no fun if you try to undermine me.

The Emperor let out a soft laugh. "What a pity..."

"Singularity—"

"Kill!!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless true sounds of the Grand Dao completely permeated the air, emitting crisp, bell-like chimes, transforming into a massive protective shield. To everyone's incredulous gaze, the singularity power core rapidly expanded, engulfing the Emperor entirely within the singularity. His elegant and imposing figure stood tall in the sky, single-handedly resisting thousands of attacks.

Innumerable lights of rules shone brightly. As overlords and luminaries of their respective eras, they each stood at the pinnacle of their time. All the Daoist techniques merged into the singularity, like countless stars falling into the deep sea, without raising a single ripple.

Everyone stared intently, eyes wide open. A figure, wreathed in platinum flames and wisps of electric arcs, slowly walked out with hands in his pockets, as if existing in an incomprehensible state.

"This scene is like carrying out justice on behalf of the heavens!"

"Singularity Furnace."

Without any hesitation, they acted with extreme decisiveness, unleashing their strongest martial arts with all their might in an instant.

"Come on."

"We too have journeyed on the great ship of longevity to this day, ready to battle at the peak of this prosperous era!" In an instant, all beings struck out simultaneously, collectively resisting the colossal hand.

The Emperor observed this terrifying joint effort. It was as if the endless cosmic pressure, the onslaught of nature itself, was bearing down. "They are all peak Saints of the universe, wielding the Heavenly Dao, acting in the mortal realm in the name of the heavens!"

Suddenly, the singularity at his heart abruptly expanded. Time, fire, space, light, water flow—all were brought to their utmost limits, techniques unparalleled through the ages pushed to their maximum potential at the end of the Grand Dao. In their respective eras, they had mastered the pinnacle of their domains, becoming kings ruling over a segment of the universe.

"This is the pinnacle of rules, the limit of technique. You have all reached the ceiling; no one can be stronger than you in these aspects."