Chapter 836: 畅想

The great octopus could clearly see the current situation.

After all, although the Six Paths of Reincarnation was the victorious world, it had still lost many powerful individuals.

The number of high-ranking powerhouses in a world is fixed, as resources are limited. The collapse and catastrophe of an era inevitably create vacancies, which, in turn, become opportunities for new talents to rise.

Crisis often coexists with opportunity.

Now that the great war had ceased, they immediately rushed to find their clansmen, aiming to fill the vacancies and allow his people to ascend.

This was truly a case of putting themselves in his shoes.

"Perhaps, we might even secure a position among the Thirteen Demon Gods of Asura," the great octopus murmured softly, "It seems our clan is about to flourish; we have a tremendous opportunity."

Just then, a player nearby asked, "Have the coordinates been set?"

The great octopus nodded. After all, having broken through to become a god, he now instinctively felt a racial bloodline connection and calling.

"That's good. We'll continue the modifications and depart on an auspicious day," a player stated.

Their plan was very urgent.

Their relentless pursuit of efficiency and squeezing every moment of time at this point was, naturally, for a reason.

After all, their lifespan after breaking through to godhood was very short, only two thousand years, and once they died, they were truly gone.

They already had an obscure feeling that their bodies on Earth were like their mortal avatars, while their true selves had transformed into gods on this land.

These twelve individuals were the absolute elite among countless players, champions of previous PVP combat tournaments from tens of millions of competitors.

Having been able to break through to godhood after eighty years of cultivation under the Heavenly Emperor, each of them was a hardcore cultivator. The reward for their breakthrough was also excellent: they could live for two thousand years.

But without comparison, there is no pain.

For ordinary gods, their lifespan was only a quarter of that.

Who wouldn't want to live longer?

Two thousand years, in reality, amounted to just over twenty days.

While not absolute, most players present were undoubtedly destined for a fleeting existence, like a 'flash in the pan,' because this was an undeniable fact, yet also their choice.

Living a spectacular two thousand years here was far better than a mere few decades in reality.

After all, they originated from the Asura Path, not from the more advanced Spore Evolution, nor did they possess the unique advantages of someone like the Alchemy Emperor.

"Two thousand years is enough to make it worthwhile, and we can even go into a slumber to extend our lifespan!" Bai Xiaojun said, "Naturally, we must seize every second now and find every opportunity!"

"Indeed, new worlds, new creatures—that's where the opportunities lie!" a player added.

For Rank-Eight gods and even higher, Rank-Nine worlds, opportunities existed throughout the universe, across all the heavens and myriad realms, with infinite possibilities.

Bidding farewell to the great octopus, they began to organize their Eye World Artifacts.

The Eye Artifact was hollow inside, its internal environment resembling a magnified World Demon Core Bottle, a spiritual universe.

This was the Alchemy Emperor's latest black technology.

Not only did Xu Zhi use it to construct the Crystal Wall System Universe, but they also began using it for their own constructions.

The back of the eyeball was composed of blood-filament membranes, forming an incense-offering array pattern, while the front of the eyeball had a magnifying glass for emitting light beams.

A player suggested, "Once we develop further, we must pluck a sun, compress it, and place it inside the eyeball as an energy source. That way, the eyeball can emit near-infinite light beams!"

Another player, full of vigor, exclaimed, "Excellent idea! One day, we'll pluck a sun! What's a Dyson Sphere anyway? Circling the sun all day like a dung beetle, feeding on its leftover light and heat—it's definitely not as natural as grabbing a sun, molding it into a basketball, and stuffing it into a trunk!"

"You're dreaming!"

The first player immediately retorted, "According to this saint's insight, even the most formidable Rank-Nine overlords might not possess such terrifying power to warp matter density and compress a sun into a miniature model to toy with in their palm!"

Another player raised his head and grumbled loudly, "You damn fool, you're not Rank-Nine, so how do you know what Rank-Nine can't do? Don't you know that distorting laws has infinite possibilities! Look at Emperor Type! We're all about compression, so Rank-Nine can definitely compress more! If he just extends a hand, you'll instantly be crushed into a super tiny ant, falling right into his palm!"

Yet another player cursed, "Crushing me, I don't object, but crushing a sun? You might as well say crushing the entire Milky Way into a CD, putting it in a player, and watching TV? Watching the past and present of this galactic CD?"

At this moment, a player nearby leaned in, suddenly full of excitement. "Don't even say it, if Rank-Nine can't do it, I feel Rank-Ten can! If Rank-Ten can't, then the Creator God definitely can! Didn't we discuss what was inside his house earlier, in his courtyard?"

Everyone turned around, looking at this player.

The player, utterly engrossed and flushed with excitement, continued, "Maybe inside the house are CDs, each one a galaxy, like the Milky Way or Andromeda, being played on a TV! Maybe some have even been turned into circular cushions, being sat upon...

When the great powerhouses of the universe transcend galaxies, they'll see a massive backside sitting on their own galaxy, watching TV... The thought is too beautiful and terrifying to behold!"

Everyone was immediately astonished, finding this conjecture quite amusing.

Someone followed suit with another guess:

"But CDs are secondary; these innumerable galactic discs, when not being played, are stored in a video disc book. And this book, comprised of countless galactic discs, is precisely the entire universe, a collection of Crystal Wall System multiverses! They are placed on his bookshelf, with each parallel universe being a book."

The players bickered, their boasts growing increasingly outlandish.

Suddenly, another player approached, instantly fuming. "Are you still slacking off?! Hurry up and set up the teleportation array, get to work, pinpoint the spatial coordinates, and prepare for the great octopus's family reunion journey!"

The other players immediately fell silent and resumed their work.

Xu Zhi, seeing this, was somewhat bewildered himself. He turned his head and looked at the Crystal Wall System bookshelf in his study.

"Perhaps one day, I should make a CD?" He chuckled softly.

He composed himself, his expression thoughtful. "They are truly going to search for the great octopus's kin. They currently seem very nonchalant, believing it's still part of the myriad realms, as simple as discovering other small cosmic worlds or lava lands before. In reality, it might be a genuine extraterrestrial civilization."

Xu Zhi, however, did not intervene, intending simply to observe quietly.

He was quite interested in what was referred to as an extraterrestrial civilization.

After all, the universe was too vast. Emperor Qi had traveled for seven or eight thousand years, traversing numerous galaxies, yet found not a single civilization, only the great octopus.

Finding a civilization was incredibly difficult, like searching for a single unique grain of gold sand amidst countless billions of grains in a vast ocean of desert.

And that's just for low-level civilizations.

What about advanced civilizations? They would surely employ means to obscure themselves, hiding that already minuscule grain of sand, making it even harder to find.

The great octopus, by providing coordinates, indeed offered the most effective path.

Xu Zhi's expression was calm as he decided to wait and see. He added, "However, since I've broken through to a higher god, I should also reclaim some useless avatars and do something more meaningful."

After all, he could only sever three consciousness avatars.

With a whoosh, Xu Zhi opened his eyes, and Hermes appeared in the library of the Church of Light.

The next day, a piece of news spread throughout the Seven Realms' Exalted Heaven: Hermes was about to pass away!