Chapter 1450: Twelve-Level Creator God

Tuxin's words instantly created a stir, like an earthquake shaking the heavens! All the Saints across the nine great bloodline universes erupted into a frenzy.

"Heavens!"

"The era hasn't even arrived, and he's already deduced the realm to this extent?"

"This isn't just the Singularity; he's gone even further, several steps ahead in his realm deduction?"

"A hundred million years in advance! Doesn't that mean they've already pushed their civilization's knowledge a hundred million years into the future, even before the universe has fully matured?"

"When the era truly arrives, they won't need any transition at all; they'll simply be in their mature phase?"

All the Saints present were deeply shaken. A hundred million years was incredibly crucial for these beings! What they lacked was time, but their immense, heaven-defying intelligence was enough to create any possibility.

Even Xu Zhi felt somewhat dumbfounded. He almost wanted to blurt out, "Are you cheating?" These guys were simply relentless. Truly worthy of being the protagonists of this universe and era, with countless trump cards, erupting frantically even when facing desperation, wave after wave... Though bewildered for a moment, he quickly regained his composure.

Emperor glanced at Tuxin, hands clasped behind his back, and said coolly, "Oh? How interesting. You've actually reached such a height."

"Naturally," Tuxin's expression softened, as if he were discussing something trivial. "As I said, when that old man put me in, he had no idea what kind of monster would emerge! The 'me' from a hundred million years in the future, standing before you now, is invincible! I've deduced the eleventh-tier realm, and the next stage beyond that: the weak twelfth-tier."

"I see," Emperor said, his hands still clasped behind his back, looking at the figure slowly re-condensing in the distance. "Another little bug just said something similar. She claimed to be an invincible entity, evolved a hundred million years in the future, but she's already been beaten into oblivion." Evidently, after being obliterated this time, the Bug Tribe Mother Empress was re-forming with unprecedented difficulty and slowness.

"Is a hundred million years for a prehistoric creature the same as a hundred million years for us new protagonists?" Tuxin's lips curved into a smile. "Their conventional approach to learning is disgraceful. I, however, innovate! I forge new paths, previously unheard of!"

"Oh?" Xu Zhi wore a curious expression and suddenly smiled. "Then that's even more exciting. Compared to those decaying figures, you and I are of the same ilk. We both believe in our own potential and rely solely on our talent and wisdom."

"Indeed," Tuxin said, looking at Emperor with admiration and a gentle smile. "Those from the bloodline universes have long since decayed. You, sir, are a truly respectable opponent. I observed your previous battle, and your words were quite thought-provoking. It would be wonderful if we weren't adversaries."

Deduction and research—this seemed like a given. Tuxin had previously devoted himself to deducing new future realms based on the singularities, thereby opening the path to the eleventh-tier for enlightenment, which in turn allowed Xu Zhi to perfect his cultivation method. Now, with a hundred million years having passed, he had likely deduced even more. The eleventh-tier realm was probably completely clear to him.

As expected, Tuxin flicked his fingertips and declared proudly, "Normally, a hundred million years is enough for a civilization to develop. Think back to when the universe was first conceived, when the Primordial Universe first opened and ancient gods and demons lived in chaos. They furiously deduced realms, and it only took a few hundred million years to go from nothing to something, with each realm reaching the tenth-tier, culminating in the apex Battle of Immortality."

The Immortal Saints in the distance held their breath, knowing that this was indeed how it had transpired. The Battle of the Immortal Realm, where the bloodline system reached the pinnacle of its deduction, truly occurred just a few hundred million years after the heavens and earth first formed.

"Now, after a hundred million years," Tuxin stated, "if I haven't reached the peak of our civilization, that would be truly ridiculous. Wouldn't I be worse than even prehistoric monkeys?"

"The me of the present, the me a hundred million years from now—this is the universe's greatest variable!" He spoke eloquently, his expression calm and assured. "Originally, in a mature universe without rules, we would have to develop systematically for a true hundred million years to reach this level. But now... even though our era clearly hasn't arrived and the eleventh-tier gate hasn't opened, the old Saints can twist the universe's rules, helping us advance to what we would be a hundred million years in the future. This is simply a combination of two impossible eras."

"Yes! The current me is a miracle!" Tuxin's gaze sharpened abruptly, and his voice gradually grew louder. "The universe isn't fully complete, and the eleventh-tier era hasn't arrived, yet I've already completely understood the future eleventh-tier realm in advance. I've grasped this realm with unparalleled clarity, and even spiritually, I've broken through to the next new realm—the future weak twelfth-tier!"

"It is precisely because of you, sir, that we have bypassed our period of weakness," Tuxin said with a smile. "Once we defeat you, we will become truly powerful. Your contribution will have been the greatest; a monument must surely be erected in your honor."

Emperor instantly grew calm upon hearing this. "Just now, when you deduced those realms in advance, you also expressed gratitude in this way, feeling that I helped you ascend to the most splendid peak era of your life."

Tuxin's expression instantly turned solemn.

"Weak twelfth-tier?" Emperor murmured, a smile spreading across his face. "It seems you've truly seen the future."

At that moment, the Bug Tribe Mother Empress in the distance finally revived, her form coalescing. The Bug Tribe Mother Empress re-formed her body, now slightly stronger than before, and strode swiftly towards them, a hint of surprise in her tone. "Weak twelfth-tier? What kind of realm is that? Could it be that a twelfth-tier exists in the universe? The eleventh-tier is the ultimate realm we know!" All the Saints embodying the three great rules of the universe believed this to be true. For the eleventh-tier, by becoming a singularity, represented the universe's absolute maximum power. A singularity was the universe's ultimate ceiling, the very origin of all creation. Could there truly be a power stronger than the universe's origin itself? This wasn't a question of deduction anymore. A moment's thought would reveal that it simply couldn't exist!

Tuxin, hands clasped behind his back, remained calm and, as if engaging in a philosophical debate, said, "From the moment I completely understood the eleventh-tier realm and gained absolute clarity on everything, I understood it all... The twelfth-tier does exist, but only in theory. It's normal that you can't deduce it."

"Oh?" the Bug Tribe Mother Empress asked, "Is there a higher-dimensional power stronger than a singularity?"

"In the universe, there is no power stronger than a singularity, than Dao One," Tuxin replied. "The twelfth-tier and eleventh-tier wield the same level of ultimate power; they both master the singularity."

"The breakthrough process for the twelfth-tier isn't complex: defeat and devour the other nine Great Dao eleventh-tiers in the universe, then use one's own singularity to consume the entire universe. That is the twelfth-tier!"

The Bug Tribe Mother Empress was stunned. "Using a singularity to collapse and devour the entire universe, that's the twelfth-tier?"

"Yes, it's still the power of a singularity," Tuxin said faintly. "But it represents the distinction between an individual life and the entire vast universe, which is also the difference between the eleventh and twelfth tiers."

"However, becoming twelfth-tier means completely losing one's self."

"Vast cosmic matter, all living beings within the universe, and endless rules will transform into a mighty torrent, overwhelming one's independent will. One will completely merge with the Dao, becoming the entire universe, devoid of any individual will..."

"This realm is called 'Merging with the Dao'!" Tuxin continued. "Or, 'Creation.'"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

"One who hears the Dao, lives in the morning and dies in the evening!"

This ultimate realm could be described as both incredibly rational and profoundly dreamlike. It was indeed reachable. Yet it was an ultimate realm no one would choose to reach, for no one would willingly choose to lose themselves!

"Everyone desires to be a truly free, individual being, capable of anything, roaming the universe with unrestrained freedom, rather than a bound form of death... Therefore, the twelfth-tier is impossible to truly break through. The weak twelfth-tier is the absolute limit." Tuxin turned his head, suddenly looking at the Immortal Saints. "Tenth-tier Saints are the limit of this incomplete universe, but you nine Immortal Saints are weak eleventh-tiers, far surpassing ordinary Saints! You exist between two realms, powerful enough to be eternal and supreme... It's the same for the weak twelfth-tier, which surpasses the eleventh-tier."

"Although it is essentially still the eleventh-tier, this perfected realm is already the ultimate limit."

"And this," Tuxin stated coldly, "is ultimately still the application of singularity power. But haven't you noticed something yet?"

"Notice what?" the others asked, a faint unease settling over them.

"As I stand here, my entire being is a singularity."