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Chapter 411: Devouring the Tail
Chapter 411: Devouring the Tail (End of Volume)
An unsettling heartbeat echoed through the entire world, causing all living beings in the Astral Plane, Spirit Realm, and the real world to feel a chill in their hearts.
Whether they were ordinary people, psychics, or deities, whether they were made of flesh and blood or inorganic matter, everything pulsed with that heartbeat.
Everything has divinity!
Everything originates from the "First"!
The "Fallen Mother Goddess" is both the eldest daughter and the first child of the "First Creator", and also the "mother" who will inevitably give birth to Him again.
Even with the "Mother Nest" being torn apart and the "Mother" and "Moon" paths converging to Earth, the "Fallen Mother Goddess" can still maintain her status as a "Pillar", largely because she still holds the most unique Sequence 0, the "Chaos Primordial."
The peculiar heartbeat ceased in an instant, without causing much impact.
But a massive light illuminated the entire Astral Plane, and the oppressive crimson glow faded, no longer affecting the "Crimson Moon." The part of the eye that was consumed by chaos temporarily stopped churning, halting its erosion.
This heartbeat was a warning and a threat.
Free from the influence of the "Mad God", the deities who had retreated into their God Realms, driven by their most primitive survival instincts, reappeared, resuming their duty to support the barrier, allowing the massive light to no longer bear the burden alone.
However, every deity avoided looking at the confrontation between the "Crimson Moon" and the "Scarlet Emperor", especially the plump woman holding a baby in her arms.
Luke was the only being who did not back down. He continued to stare silently at the moon emitting a strange crimson glow, his imposing aura unwavering.
A peculiar wave of energy conveyed the "Crimson Moon's" conditions.
He acknowledged that the power that had entered was insufficient to defeat the current Luke and was willing to temporarily retreat if the "Mother" and "Moon" paths were reclaimed, without reclaiming the "Mother Nest."
Upon receiving this message, Luke narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze shifting to the plump woman holding the baby.
The "Conquest" of an "Elder God" made Lilithe, the "Earth Mother Goddess", tremble, involuntarily feeling a sense of submission. Her consciousness momentarily blurred, and when she regained clarity, she found herself beside Luke.
"I am also a remnant of the Elder Gods. I am an ally of Amaneisis and have always stood by your side..."
Lilithe struggled to utter these words.
She could die in the battle against the Outer Gods or sacrifice herself to save Earth, but if possible, she did not want to die as a trophy, in such a humiliating manner.
The only one who could counter the "Crimson Moon" and make a decision was Luke. She anxiously awaited her fate, a sense of inexplicable sorrow rising in her heart...
Luke glanced at Lilithe, then looked at the "Crimson Moon", ignoring its threat, his tone icy.
"I won't hand over Lilithe. You have only two choices: leave on your own, or I'll kick you out."
His unyielding stance and razor-sharp words made Lilithe slightly stunned. Her eyes, looking at the majestic crimson figure, sparkled with an indescribable light.
Thump! Thump!
The "Crimson Moon" seemed enraged, beginning to expand and contract, the unsettling heartbeat echoing through the world, issuing the harshest and most terrifying warning.
If the power of the "Chaos Primordial" were used, even the barrier protecting Earth could be directly removed. The only reason this hasn't happened is because the cost is too great, causing the "Fallen Mother Goddess" to enter a prolonged period of weakness.
"Who the hell are you trying to scare?"
Luke furrowed his brows, his aura becoming exceptionally dangerous, a disdainful smile on his face.
"If you have the guts, use the 'Chaos Primordial'! With the 'First Creator' nearly awakened, do you dare use it and see if you truly bring about the birth of the 'First Creator'?"
"If you don't have the guts, I'll help you!"
Instantly, above his head, a dark river exuding a strong sense of death, a world shrouded in shadows, a magnificent palace in the high heavens, a radiant light that gave birth to a world of crystal, a dragon-binding well that brought disaster and destruction, and a wilderness filled with countless figures appeared.
Finally, an ocean of chaos that encompassed all colors and possibilities.
Luke stood firm, the overwhelming aura pressing the crimson moonlight back, the massive celestial body growing lower, his voice filled with violence and madness.
"If I'm willing to bear any cost, I can merge seven 'Origin Substances' at any time. Do you want to see what the consequences will be?!"
Even an "Elder God" who hasn't reached the "Pillar" level can, at most, accommodate one additional "Origin Substance" beyond the original. The outcome of merging seven "Origin Substances" is only one: the awakening of the "First."
This is the ultimate fate of the "Primordial Hunger."
In fact, almost all "Elder Gods" are the resurrection contingency plans of the "First."
The "Mystic Lord" and the "Primordial God" are aspects of the "First", the "Fallen Mother Goddess" will directly give birth to the "First", and the "Primordial Hunger" consuming excess "Origin Substances" will inevitably cause the "Convergence" to go out of control...
The same is true for the other Elder Gods. The "Decay King" will cause the universe to decay and end, inevitably leading to the awakening of the "First" to recreate the world. The "Goddess of Fate" and the "Ring of Destiny" at the end of the river of fate are destined to see the awakening of the "First." The "Unquenchable Murmur" is the ruler of the spiritual world, but the "First" is the origin of the spiritual world. The "High-Dimensional Observer" reaching the limit of ascension is likely the perspective of the "First"...
Luke firmly stated, "You’re not the only one with the means to go down together; I have them too!"
The figure of the "Crimson Moon" seemed genuinely taken aback by this fearless attitude, falling silent for a moment as if caught between retreating and pressing forward.
Luke remained unperturbed, snapping his fingers again to reveal two new images.
One showed the Silver City in the God-Forsaken Land, where a crow wearing a monocle perched atop a giant, plant-covered corpse. This was the body of Omibera, the eldest daughter of the Mother Nest and the true Earth Mother Goddess.
The other depicted an inverted mirror world, where a woman in a black bone skirt, resembling the Primordial Witch, stood beside a dazed figure known as Tudor. She seemed to be observing everything happening in the Astral Plane, preparing for something.
This was the Mirror First Creator, who had already taken on a rudimentary form and possessed a faint consciousness.
Seeing this, the opposition finally confirmed that Luke indeed had the capability to revive the First Creator and would not back down in the slightest.
The crimson figure paused for a moment before slowly dissipating into the air.
At the same time, the nine planets that had lit up in the sky began to dim one by one, especially the one where the "Unstable Fog" resided.
Losing another pathway, even the First Three, despite retrieving the "Lamp God", could no longer maintain the Elder God level. In the instant of being banished, it rapidly fled to avoid becoming the next prey of its kin.
After confirming that there would be no immediate issues here, Luke turned his gaze to the secret town surrounded by the waters of the Eternal Dark River.
...
The river, carrying a strong aura of eternal slumber, flowed continuously. Antigonus repeatedly tapped into the power of the Origin Fortress, evading the river’s assaults one after another.
Suddenly, over a dozen rings of unknown substance and a vast expanse of crimson light appeared around Him.
His body involuntarily paused as He looked up at Luke in the Astral Plane, revealing a slightly regretful but not entirely disappointed smile.
"It’s fine. The spirit of the Elder Gods will never truly perish. I will wait for the next, the next-next, and the next-next-next opportunity..."
Before He could finish, His body was swallowed by the Eternal Dark River, and He closed His eyes, falling back into eternal slumber.
...
Luke raised an eyebrow and smiled silently.
The "Heavenly Sovereign" should not have made so many mistakes and been so easily suppressed. Besides the secret intervention of the Primordial God, the main reason was that the "unknown" nature of the Spirit Realm Lord, who symbolizes the changes in the universe, was too effective against Him.
Without information, one cannot counter, and this often leads to cognitive bottlenecks in many matters.
For example, now, Luke could be certain that the "Heavenly Sovereign" had made various arrangements and contingencies during this time to ensure a successful revival.
But He didn’t understand that Luke, a "cheater" type, had an irrational growth in strength.
Even if the "Heavenly Sovereign" truly resurrected and restored the power and status of the Mystic Lord, Luke’s potential across countless worlds far exceeded that of a single world’s Pillar.
The next time He wakes up, Luke might even be able to treat the First Creator as a mere dish.
Luke looked forward to that scene, though the "Heavenly Sovereign" probably wouldn’t have that chance.
He shook his head, ignoring the Eternal Sun’s vigilance, and approached the massive, trembling silhouette that was still conjuring numerous powers, supporting the sky.
The entity inside seemed not unwilling to end this state but was unable to break free from this more omniscient and omnipotent form, closer to the Primordial God.
Luke extended his right hand, using "Repulsion" to expel all powers except those of the Daydreamer and the Hanged Man.
The conjured Storm, White Tower, and Sun transformed back into seawater of all colors, dissipating into the air.
The massive silhouette trembled and collapsed, revealing a priest and a dark shadow behind him. The eyes, clearer than a child’s, were mostly eroded by chaos.
The revival process of the Primordial God was now irreversible.
"This is our first true meeting, isn’t it?"
Facing this investor who had provided various connections and assistance but never truly met in person, Luke said with a touch of sentiment.
Adam’s face remained expressionless, his voice calm:
"This is just the beginning. The barrier will break earlier after this destruction, not in 1368. Your appearance has made the already chaotic future even more unclear."
"Before the end, the Earth needs to cultivate at least one Pillar and enough Elder Gods. I request that you share any unnecessary Origin Substance and Uniqueness with other deities."
"Agreed. Except for the City of Calamity and the Nation of Disorder, I will look for suitable candidates for the other Origin Substance."
Luke nodded, looking at Adam, who always maintained a calm expression, and rubbed his chin.
"I always feel you’re living a very tiring life. A bit more humanity and self would make things more pleasant for you."
Adam responded calmly:
"You mean like you, maintaining a relationship beyond friendship with multiple women?"
Luke: "..."
He had only wanted to be kind to his brother, to find more places for him to stay. What was wrong with that? If anyone else had his power and resources, they would have played the game even more extravagantly!
Luke pursed his lips, feeling a sudden urge to punch this Russian priest. Using the pretext of avenging Medici seemed like a good idea.
"Is it just a coincidence that every member of the Aurora Society is a beauty, or did you inadvertently influence it?"
A faint smile flickered across Adam's lips, but He didn't answer. Closing His eyes, which were almost entirely eroded by chaos, His tone was unusually calm.
"The Primordial God is about to awaken. Kill me."
Luke stared at Him for two seconds, then a smile spread across his face.
"I'm quite curious about that question. You shouldn't die before giving me an answer."
He gently waved his hand, and a river of water with a strong aura of eternal slumber emerged from the void, submerging Adam entirely. This weakened both Him and the rapidly growing other presence, anchoring them in a deep sleep.
Luke indeed didn't have a good solution to deal with the awakening of a Pillar-level entity, but delaying it would give his future selves time to find an answer.
With that done, Luke's figure vanished into the Astral Plane.
At that moment, the remaining deities heaved a sigh of relief and began to act.
The abstract sun hovered by the river of eternal slumber, as if guarding it, its light and heat penetrating the deep waters, bringing a glimmer of light.
The storm, waves, and thunder pattern returned to its original place, acting somewhat hastily. The Lord of Storms didn't consider it a loss; He just realized that the "enemy" was, for now, also an "ally" and decided to hold back.
No one lost, no one won; it was at most a draw!
The brass dragon composed of countless books looked at the spot where Luke had disappeared, hesitating for a long time, seemingly considering whether to follow Him privately and pay respects.
The misty light projection scroll left with a self-satisfied air, having overheard the conversation. The Hermit's uniqueness and the Wilderness of Knowledge were now almost certain to be secured.
Effort wasn't the key to success; the key was choosing the right path. This time, He had won big!
Deep darkness surged, and the Goddess of the Night returned to the Astral Plane.
Amaneisis, looking somewhat tired, was about to return to her realm when she saw a plump woman cradling a baby in the distance. Her ally, Lilith, quickly floated over to her.
"What is it?"
She stopped, her voice soft.
Lilith's beautiful face showed a mix of hesitation and awkwardness, as if she was wavering. Then, the enchanting voice of the Goddess of Beauty spoke:
"Could you ask if He would mind having one more... um... friend?"
Amaneisis fell silent, her gaze on Lilith like she was looking at a gas canister volunteering to put out a fire or a little lamb grazing in a wolf's den.
...
Above the primordial island.
Luke's figure appeared before a vague form entwined with Error and Gate.
He gently extended His hand, allowing His power to seep into it, helping it achieve the final balance.
The vague form changed several times, finally settling on a broad forehead, a thin face, and a monocle-wearing Ammun.
He smiled faintly. "Now I have a slight advantage, but Bethel is a bit behind. The King of Angels and the Fallen Mother Goddess also have a good chance of winning... You'll help me, right?"
"Not eating you is the greatest kindness I can show. Help you?"
Luke rolled his eyes. "If you and Bethel lose, I have better backups. If you win, great; if not, be prepared to be a good King of Angels."
"Better backups..."
Ammun pushed up his monocle, smiling. "I'll look forward to it... What do you plan to do next?"
"Too many things to do."
Luke counted on his fingers, listing them off: "Balancing Roselle's corruption to bring him back to life, organizing a life exploration theme event with my lovers, unifying the northern and southern continents, supporting a certain 1.5-meter-tall queen-to-be."
"Returning the God-Forsaken Land, breaking the gray fog barrier of the Western Continent, using the Red Priest to 'team up' all citizens, sharing everyone's skills and knowledge, drafting new laws, redistributing wealth, and advancing the era and technology..."
"But for now, there's only one thing that needs to be done."
As he spoke, Luke's figure naturally vanished from the spot.
Ammun was taken aback, suddenly curious about what Luke planned to do.
...
In a place unimaginably distant, beyond the star systems.
An abstract, stomach-like entity pursued a layer of concentric rings made of countless unknown substances. As it passed, the stars dimmed, and "concepts" and "rules" were consumed.
Suddenly, the layer of concentric rings, which had been fleeing in a panic, stopped. Its aura rapidly expanded, becoming immensely powerful, radiating a terrifying force that seemed capable of conquering everything.
The layer of concentric rings stopped and, for the first time, charged at the abstract stomach-like entity that had been chasing it.
Boom!
Without warning, it was struck by a devastating blow. The abstract stomach-like entity convulsed violently, spewing out undigested "planets", "rules", and "concepts."
As the Primordial Hunger convulsed in pain, its not-so-bright mind finally realized something was wrong.
Bad, the "food" was trying to eat Him!
(End of Chapter)
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