Chapter 946: Universe's Destruction, Arrival

This singularity furnace is incredibly terrifying, rapidly collapsing and compressing.

In traditional terms, it's equivalent to the Three Thousand Great Daos returning, transforming into primordial chaos. This high-density collapse is enough to destroy any living creature.

However, Xu Zhi wants to endure within this space long enough to witness the initial primordial substance that forms the universe. The regenerative energy required is simply too vast; even with such a small body, the internal world's energy reactor of his Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art cannot sustain it.

“My inner world cannot sustain this; I can only rely on external energy supplies.”

Others cannot do it, but Xu Zhi is different. His energy is supplied through special channels. He is the only one who might be able to survive in this singularity.

He doesn't need to endure for too long; enduring until the critical point of that initial substance is enough... This is still possible.

“I can only rely on... the Great Extinction of the Zerg.”

Xu Zhi took a deep breath. He knew he had to act decisively.

Once this opportunity is missed, it's essentially impossible for it to reappear in a short period. This desperate action is like snatching chestnuts from the fire!

For Xu Zhi, whether Medusa defeats Emperor Zun or not is no longer important. What matters is for him to witness everything here, the primordial origin of the universe.

The surroundings continued to collapse.

Space-time warped and compressed.

Tens of thousands of laws were still drifting in wisps, converging like colorful ribbons.

“No rush for now. I want to deplete my seventy thousand life reserves to see if I have the possibility of enduring until that stage. Otherwise, if the Great Extinction happens and I still can't make it, it would be a huge loss...” Xu Zhi took a deep breath.

Outside.

In the dark universe.

The seventh cosmic epoch cycle began. The Big Bang transformed into endless fireworks, then rapidly returned, compressing into an even denser singularity.

“Is Emperor Zun still alive?”

“He's endured until the seventh cosmic return!”

The players were completely dumbfounded.

They couldn't possibly guess how Emperor Zun had managed to last until this point; it was too incredible to imagine.

Boom!

The eighth cosmic Big Bang began.

The entire parallel universe once again transformed into colorful fireworks, with countless debris, particles, and laws drifting.

The next second, it turned into a swirling vortex, flowing backward and returning to a state of collapse.

The ninth great cosmic collapse fully began. Even denser points condensed, as if to obliterate all laws.

At this moment, Xu Zhi could no longer hold on.

The terrifying intensity of these collapse cycles was increasing geometrically.

If in the seventh cycle, Xu Zhi died dozens of times per second, then in the ninth cycle, he was dying thousands of times per second, almost directly resisting with his life.

The more it returned to chaos, the more terrifying this place became.

“Other laws have essentially vanished, merged, returned, reset.... Here, most of the universe's laws have basically become ineffective... At this moment, I only feel the four fundamental forces of the universe remaining.”

“Are these the Four Symbols?”

Xu Zhi's mind raced. Within the crushing primordial chaos, he felt it was somewhat coincidental. “Then next, I'm afraid only two laws will remain? Turning into the Two Poles? Yin and Yang? And then chaos, the Great One, right before my eyes?”

This time, his losses were immense.

Seventy thousand deaths represented most of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art accumulation he had stored over the years, as well as his current Zerg reserves, now depleted!

His heart was bleeding profusely. If he gained nothing, the pain would be unbearable.

“I'm almost seeing the return to primordial unity...”

Xu Zhi's mind went numb, and he struggled for a moment. “If I push through, it's still very likely to be achieved—to see the universe's true primordial origin, the Primal Qi, the cosmic essence that, according to legend, only existed at the very beginning of heaven and earth, when the cosmos first opened.”

He closed his eyes and hardened his resolve completely.

Outside.

The tenth great cosmic collapse.

The Grand Dao Singularity was rapidly compressing. Countless laws returned, transforming into a single primordial point.

Everyone stared intently, their eyes glued to it.

They knew that if this continued, it would truly appear...

As it began to approach the cosmic singularity, even if it was only one-hundred-quintillionth of its full power, they should be able to vaguely sense its existence if it neared the critical point.

“Perhaps, it's about to appear...”

Medusa took a deep breath. Each collapse and explosion, though she was leveraging the momentum and amplifying the force, still incurred immense consumption when attempting to maneuver amidst such terrifying celestial phenomena.

It was the eleventh time.

This time, the returning vortex had expanded throughout the nearby void. The entire land mass was reverting to nothingness, and even several nearby planets were seeing the expansion reach their edges.

“We're doomed! We're doomed!”

The entire population of the Teal Empire watched the sky in terror. “Lunatic! She's a complete lunatic! The universe is returning, and this vortex has already spread to us!”

“If this continues, our planet will also be drawn into the great cosmic collapse, sucked into the cosmic singularity!”

Scientists analyzed:

“Has the Evil God not stopped yet? She's playing with fire; the chain collapse effect she's triggered is already too vast! If it spreads to us, our planet will be instantly destroyed. Moreover, the singularity she controls will be unable to bear such immense planetary mass; it will instantly lose control and cause a true Big Bang, and she herself will be blown to death!”

This is like a mortal conducting a precise nuclear explosion experiment, where one slight misstep could kill them.

Yes.

Why did the Evil God create such a small parallel universe?

Although it contains everything—gods, deserts, rivers, powerful beings, all aspects of the universe—why is it only one hundred mu in size?

It's because her power, controlling the compression of a one-hundred-mu singularity, is already at its limit. If a life-bearing planet, countless times larger, were to be involved, it would completely....

And if these scientists thought of this, wouldn't the Evil God have thought of it too?

“A lunatic! She's utterly insane!”

“If this continues, by the fourteenth time, the vortex will have expanded to our very edge!”

“We can only pray that her power will be completely exhausted after the fourteenth cosmic tide, and she won't be able to sustain it any longer.”

“We are too weak. Can we only place our hope in the opponent's power being weak?”

“Compared to the previous parallel universe, where another version of ourselves would kill us in the future, this immediate death is truly terrifying!!”

“What about our previous rogue planet plan? Activate it quickly!”

Some powerful beings had already begun trying to alter the planet's trajectory, to escape with the planet.

“Impossible! Even if the plan is activated, the planet's initial acceleration is extremely slow. It will take some time to reach high-speed flight... It simply cannot keep up with the current spread rate of the vortex!”

Amidst their cries of despair, the twelfth cosmic tide began.

An even denser singularity, accompanying this collapsing vortex, returned wildly.

And the next second, as if accompanying this great annihilation of the cosmic catastrophe, everyone felt goosebumps gradually rise all over their bodies, as if some terrifying, unseen entity had fully descended.

The nearby starry sky seemed to manifest a strange phenomenon.

And in the sky, as cosmic collapse matter and laws frantically flowed back, forming a singularity, a blurry black silhouette gradually began to emerge.

“What is that?”

“A shadow is appearing!”

“My god, our time flow is actually changing!”

“Is this... the God of Creation?”

Everyone watched the sky in shock, feeling a chill rapidly surge up from their tailbones.

At this moment, they clearly felt as if some great terror had descended from the unseen; this figure seemed to be an eternal existence, walking from the depths of the universe, shaking the river of time. Behind him were various horrifying scenes of cosmic destruction, as if suns were sinking into black waters, and cosmic stars were enveloped in black light.

“The God of Creation?”

“Why do I feel a horrifying chill, like goosebumps? This isn't it at all....”

“No! That's not the God of Creation!”

Everyone looked up at the sky. That unseen black silhouette, a deeply unsettling premonition, surfaced in their minds.

“This is the great cosmic collapse, the apocalyptic catastrophe of the cosmic epoch. The universe is flowing backward, returning to nothingness; all living beings are dying.... Under such circumstances, what appears is likely not the God of Creation, but rather...”

“The God of Destruction.”

As these words fell, everyone fell completely silent.