Chapter 855: Sectarian Beginnings

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Author: Smile of 300 Jin

Xu Zhi watched this sudden farce, feeling that its development had exceeded expectations. However, these nearby indigenous civilizations, though mere cannon fodder in Xu Zhi's eyes, had indeed conducted quite extensive research on this land. After all, while their combat power wasn't high, their accumulated knowledge and foundation were still present.

"For instance, this young and beautiful Princess before me must be at least over a hundred years old," Xu Zhi mused. He himself was only in his twenties in terms of his actual age, considering the flow of time in his reality. After all, if he didn't count the experiences of his clones as part of his main body's age, this was naturally the case. This age gap made Xu Zhi marvel at the wonder of reality.

"However, it seems that technological civilizations are quite interesting," Xu Zhi said calmly, resting his chin in his hand. "In terms of mechanical modification technology, there are various high-level shells, cosmic armors, and some top-tier combat units whose instantaneous burst power is likely not weaker than that of a god. As for biological modification technology, various genetic techniques allow for cloning factories, even cloning gods... I'm curious about how gods are cloned, how the life energy level of an eighth-tier god can be fully transferred. Furthermore, there are even lost technologies, more advanced than cloning gods, that allow one to become a god themselves. From this perspective, it's truly an exaggerated 'mob' strategy; technology doesn't require the slow accumulation of individual beings. It's too fast. The weakness of transcendent civilizations is their slowness. A powerful combatant takes hundreds or thousands of years to cultivate slowly, and they can easily be ganged up on, blasted to death by a few cannon shots, or captured as prisoners... It's truly miserable."

Xu Zhi rubbed the bridge of his nose, finding the situation unbearable. "No wonder the Antler people traverse the universe and even have colonized planets nearby, while the Cat-Tail people can only huddle on an indigenous planet... Ordinary gods lack the absolute combat power to resist and can only rely on the protection of the Great Octopus."

Of course, Xu Zhi was merely curious. He found this type of civilization direction very interesting. As for the war between these two civilizations, Xu Zhi had no intention of interfering. "Although I still need to focus on Medusa's crystal wall system universe development, these small fry outside can add a bit of fun to the sandbox development process."

With an incredibly calm expression, Xu Zhi summoned Medusa.

"Your Majesty Renimansga," Medusa said from below the desk. After all, through some vortexes of law, she had already learned some information, including the name of this being, and thus was naturally more cautious at this moment.

Xu Zhi, seated high up, pondered for a moment, then smiled, "How have you been getting accustomed these past few days?"

"I have already grown accustomed," Medusa replied.

Xu Zhi said, "Though I have declined over the years, I can still look after you considerably... Currently, the garden outside has been mostly managed, and you are free to come and go as you please."

Medusa was slightly pleased; this meant a great deal.

At this point, Xu Zhi added, "One more thing, the nearby planets outside have already sensed the revival of this place."

Medusa bowed slightly, "Are you going to re-establish a sect?"

Although she didn't know the specifics and hadn't seen true historical documents, she could clearly sense that a sect had once existed here, with an indescribably flourishing population.

"Establishing a sect is optional," Xu Zhi said calmly, "It's merely a game..."

Medusa nodded in agreement. For an existence of this caliber, establishing a sect was merely a matter of whim.

"This land, this garden, you may manage it as you see fit." This colossal being, towering before the desk, spoke with a majestic voice that seemed to pierce through space and time, "You are to make all decisions yourself; there is no need to disturb me frequently. I need to rest and recover my strength."

Medusa nodded again in assent. But her heart... trembled immensely!!

This meant that this entire land was entrusted to her management, and whether or not to establish a sect was entirely her decision! In fact, she would be the actual helmsman of this sect's land and its affairs! What else did this imply? It meant she could secretly act selfishly and enrich herself! This sect could serve as a real-world base for the crystal wall system multiverse, continuously supplying various resources. The nearby planetary civilizations, all their powerhouses! All of them would be dominated and ruled by her, causing a surge of activity! This being had just recovered and didn't have much time to spend on such "useless" matters. However, what was "useless" to such an entity was an enormous benefit to her.

She immediately, cautiously, left the study.

"His words indeed show a complete disregard for the lives of these ants... As previously mentioned, understanding the nature of the Cthulhu Evil God race, which invades everywhere, this indifference to the life and death of surrounding planets is typical. The Cthulhu Evil Gods can even slaughter at will if they choose!"

"Everything is up to me. I can wreak havoc! Destroy the planets and races of these governors." Medusa's expression was calm. "My world desperately lacks energy..."

She strode forward with great strides, but in a blink, she added: "No, I shouldn't be so barbaric. I need to learn from Mother Earth Qing Teng's approach: a steady flow... slowly chewing and savoring. They can provide me with energy and even be grateful to me..."

"She is truly good; I am hypocritically good." She grinned, "But I need to go and understand what the outside world is truly like!"

With that thought, Medusa strode out. She looked at the giant beast garden, full of dangers, but the creatures instantly collapsed and died the moment they saw her.

Evil Gods are unnameable, unobservable, and their voices cannot be heard.

Medusa couldn't help but be slightly startled. She retracted her natural aura to prevent killing these fragile lives, picked up a small flower, and gently sniffed it.

"This place is very primitive. These creatures are enormous in size, yet my giant form is only normal to them. Their speed is as slow as an elder's, only a tenth of mine!"

"But plants and trees actually run around, hopping and skipping, avoiding the turbulent flows, and then returning to re-root themselves after the chaos passes!" Medusa observed with continuous enthusiasm. This garden was too strange. It was extremely dangerous for other beings and powerhouses, but for her, it was an unrestricted playground! Compared to the core area inside, the outside was much weaker.

As she toured, she suddenly discovered the group of people outside, inside their mechanical mechs. "Their speed is even slower; they are completely out of sync with my temporal flow," Medusa mused, slightly surprised. She couldn't help but approach with a smile.

At this moment, next to Nashar, the cloned god suddenly emitted a strong warning. "A god is approaching from high-dimensional space-time!"

Nashar cried out, and couldn't help but put on her connecting glasses, entering high-dimensional space-time as well.

A shimmer.

In a daze, she saw an incredibly beautiful young woman approaching, her lush snake hair wriggling like tentacles, watching them with a curious expression.

"You!?" Nashar felt an unprecedented terror. Not even her royal family's most terrifying secret weapon, a cloned ninth-tier deity capable of suppressing all forbidden-level combat power, was a fraction of what this being represented!

"Why are you so slow?" Medusa paused slightly, asking with curiosity, "You seem like those low-grade stones and gravel by the roadside, unable to even move... so fragile and slow."

Nashar broke out in a cold sweat, her mind utterly blank with fear. She suddenly knelt down and cried out, "Great Majesty Renimansga, have you descended once again?"

Medusa shook her head upon hearing this, "I am not."

Nashar was startled, looking at this incredibly wicked creature with writhing snake hair, which resembled wiggling octopus tentacles. "Could it be that you are one of the Byrd clan, a subordinate of His Majesty?"

Medusa followed her gaze and noticed that the statue had a large octopus, which likely referred to this race. "Perhaps... that's one way to put it. I am one of the subordinates of an ancient existence and wield many authorities. I have been isolated from the outside world for too long. Can you tell me the current state of this world?" She revealed a kind, gentle smile, "For example, this... seemingly artificial god, though pale, looks quite delicious."

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