Chapter 574: The World Deep in the Starry Sky, Gris's Plan

Two years later, deep in the universe.

There is eternal silence under the starry sky.

The bronze-colored staircase stretched to the end of the sight, and every area was covered with spider-web-like cracks.

The shocking fracture, with jagged teeth, hung in the vacuum, as if it were a dragon bone broken by some prehistoric giant.

Blue-gray rust spread along the grooves on the surface of the ancient starry road, gradually covering up the remaining glory of the immortal civilization.

When the afterglow of the stars flows on it, the still intact traces of the Dao will emit faint blue fireflies, like the extinguished light in the blood vessels of a dying person.

If you look closely at the etched lines, you can still make out the blurred reliefs of thousands of kneeling figures.

All kinds, all kinds.

Not just humans.

Countless mythical species that have long disappeared in the long river of history are also carved here. Even the alien races that invaded the blue planet as enemies are also portrayed here.

Their eyebrows and eyes had long been blurred into foggy pits in the space dust storm, but one could still glimpse some shadows of the ancient fairy court from the damaged huge relief, and get a glimpse of the ancient civilization that was extremely glorious.

The floating fragments stared at each other in the stillness of millions of years, like decorations around a tomb.

A half-broken pillar stood on the largest piece of wreckage. An unknown energy aggregate had condensed into a stalactite-like mass, looking like the waste left over from some dangerous experiment.

In fact, this is just a product of the accumulation of thick liquid spiritual power absorbed and transformed by the Ancient Starry Road.

Over countless tens of thousands of years, it gradually became what it is today.

When the wandering pulsar wind passes by, the ancient starry sky road with its array patterns still intact will hum and light up with intermittent streams of light.

The ancient array pattern groaned as it operated, trying to absorb the little spiritual energy that was already remaining in this universe.

Arcs of dark blue spiritual power danced between the broken pieces, like a soul-calling dance for an unfinished sacrifice, trying to awaken this ancient miracle that was so long ago that almost no one knew about it.

The sparse starlight revealed the boundless silence surrounding the broken ancient road.

The remains of several gas planets were slowly rotating.

The hydrogen and helium atmospheres had long since dissipated, and the source of the spiritual essence had been completely exhausted, leaving only an ugly star core covered in craters.

The faint light swallowed by the black hole flickered at the edge of the field of vision almost as far as the eye could see. Circles of cosmic dust belts coiled like dead silver snakes around the broken zone of light.

A man in a black robe appeared out of thin air in this ancient and dead star field, staring at the black hole in the distance, with flickering flames bursting out of his eyes.

The scarlet soul fire danced, adding a unique color to Gris's black crystal-like body.

"Three hundred years. It's been three hundred years!"

"I've finally waited for this day!"

"Stop dithering, you damn thing! Open it now!"

"I can't wait!"

Gris muttered to himself in a low voice, constantly emitting a sinister sneer, as if he was forcibly suppressing some extreme excitement.

The tall skeleton body kept flashing in the universe, followed by large numbers of alien races.

If the ancestor of the Yu family appeared here at this time, he would definitely be extremely shocked.

In the past two years, the powerful alien martial saints whom he longed to fight on the battlefield did not appear on the starry sky battlefield, but almost all of them gathered here, and there were more than thirty of them in total!

There is no alien martial saint whose cultivation level is lower than the late stage of the Star Realm.

Among them there are even some terrifying beings that have outlined six star maps. They are real old monsters that have lived for a thousand years.

This is a combat power far beyond that of the strongest humans. Even if the extremely warlike ancestor of the Yu family is here, he has to consider whether he can dance without scruples in front of these guys.

What is even more surprising is that among these alien martial saints, the few who exude the most powerful aura look very different from their original races.

Thick, white bones are exposed, growing intertwined to form thick bone plates.

The cold power of death flows within their twisted and powerful limbs, and the soul flames of undead creatures are dancing in their dry and turbid eyes.

Looking closely, it was discovered that the surface of these powerful alien races was not tough skin full of vitality and elasticity.

Instead, it is covered with a layer of iron-gray substance that is similar to metal.

This is a zombie!

It is an existence similar to that between living things and dead things.

Their souls are still active, but their bodies have long been dead, and have been refined into flesh puppets through some secret ritual.

Not only do they have incredibly strong defenses, but these long-dead puppet bodies also make them naturally invincible.

If these living zombies of the "ancestors" of alien races appeared on the starry sky battlefield, I am afraid that the great advantage of the human race would be completely reversed in a very short time.

Even though the power of the human race has grown to the point where the alien race has been completely driven out of the ancient starry road in the past two years, the human warriors can occupy the small jumping world farthest from their home and block the alien race at their doorstep.

Like blocking a blood fountain, they were all sealed on their respective planets, unable to move.

But it is undeniable that the human race lacks the power to invade alien planets.

Even if Lu Wenwu took action personally.

Um.

If Lu Wenwu had not self-destructed every now and then in the past two years in an attempt to force a one-for-one exchange of planets with the superior alien race, Gris would probably not have been so courageous.

But having fought with Lu Wenwu in the previous world, he knew very well how difficult to deal with this seemingly brainless barbarian.

If you don't make a decision when you should, you will suffer the consequences.

The human race can rely on a steady stream of incense and Shinto decrees to confer gods to supplement their local defense capabilities.

Then rely on the spiritual chef to cook spiritual food to feed the soldiers in battle, so as to maximize the effect of extending the combat endurance time and shortening the development time.

Gris was deeply aware of this.

After Lu Wenwu promoted the famous profession of spiritual chef among the human race, the offense and defense had changed.

So, Gris used special means to pull all the remaining alien planets together, forming a galaxy formation with the planets as the core.

The originally scattered forces were gathered together for defense, even at the cost of giving up all the pioneer small worlds used to invade the Blue Star.

Gris also considered whether to transform the alien race into undead creatures, to complete the path of faith in the Kingdom of God in the shortest possible time, and to compete with the human race's incense and Shinto system.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't bear to do it.

In the eyes of the undead, the living are merely the embryonic stages of the dead.

After the living become the dead, eternal life has just begun.

The living are the source of the growth of the immortal life group.

If all alien races were completely exterminated, perhaps a large amount of faith power could be harvested in a short period of time, thereby igniting the divine fire, completing the condensation of the immortal godhead, and even directly forging the eternal kingdom of God.

But unless you take the step of becoming a true God, faith cannot be directly transformed into power.

By then, even if the goals that have been planned for a long time can be achieved, this universe will be completely ruined and cannot be transformed into a production base that can continue to produce in the future.

This was unacceptable to Gris, who had a long life.

This is a textbook case of killing the chicken to get the eggs.

Unless things have reached a point where they are irreversible, Gris will consider activating the backup plan he has hidden for many years.

It is precisely because of this that, after considering many factors, the human race and the alien races have gradually formed the current situation.

Countless upper and lower races are united as one, as if they are determined to fight humans to the death.

The human race, not knowing what Gris was trying to do, did not dare to act rashly.

It is too risky to forcibly break through the galaxy formation and rush into the alien lair.

Even the radical leader of the Yu family, the ancestor, did not agree with the extremely conservative battle plan of Lu Wenwu.

This made Lu Wenwu give up his plan of "fighting with the opponent" with a little regret.

After occupying the last jump world, the human race decisively chose to use the space methods learned from the Dragon Palace to close all space jump channels.

Disconnect the space nodes between all pioneer small worlds and jumping small worlds and alien planets.

Divide into independent islands to consolidate the existing front line.

Under Gris's orders, the aliens stayed obediently on their own planet and seemed to have completely lost the desire to attack.

Pushing back the human defense line is meaningless for it.

It has been planning in this universe for three hundred years, and what it seeks is not such a low-level pursuit as ruling the universe.

What Gris wants is a part of this universe that once had a glorious past.

To be more precise, it is about replacing one of the concepts and turning it into one's own.

Even a rotten boat still has three pounds of nails.

Even though the avenue of this universe has been broken, it still has a fatal attraction to Gris.

In Gris's plan, he will replace a certain concept of this world with himself, and thereby condense an extreme mythological anchor.

Just like becoming an immortal requires attaining enlightenment.

To become a true god, the most indispensable thing besides divinity is a mythological anchor.

Compared to the fantasy product of Proof of Enlightenment which tests one's comprehension or competes in numerical values.

The process of forming a mythical anchor is not mysterious, but can be traced.

It can even be called pragmatic.

The easiest way to accomplish all of this is to follow the path of faith in the Kingdom of God.

Ignite the divine fire, condense the divine nature, exalt the kingdom of God, and control authority.

This is a path that follows a traceable, step-by-step path to mastering the rules.

When this road comes to an end and a law is completely mastered, the ultimate leap is replacement.

Replace it!

Be it!

It is not like the Immortal Master Hedao in this universe, who merges a part of himself into the Dao.

Instead, it integrates the original law authority into itself and replaces the missing law power with itself.

From now on, I am the law, I am the authority, I am the concept.

After completing this step, a mythical anchor can be cultivated within the body through the fusion of divine matter and concepts.

Like a nail, it anchors itself in the ladder of status in the boundless sea of ​​chaos, achieving eternity.

During the intermittent battles with Gris over the past two years, Lu Wenwu also roughly understood the reason why it relied on the secret technique of soul-splitting to create a large number of "clones" - the one who knows you best is always your enemy.

It was like Lu Wenwu wanted to master the nine laws before becoming an immortal, relying on the simplest and most brutal method to prove his truth.

What Gris pursues is to condense nine different mythological anchors with different races, different bodies, and different cultivation methods.

Eventually, all of its soul, body, and mythological anchors merge into one, transforming into the ultimate creature.

This is almost insane behavior.

It is something that only a madman with extreme talent would dare to pursue.

It is foreseeable that if Gris is really allowed to complete all of this, even if he has just completed the advancement, he will be an extremely powerful one among the true gods.

He has the potential and foundation to become a top god.

However, this god will be a newborn true devil.

It will be a terrifying existence that brings disaster and catastrophe to the endless world.

During these three hundred years, initially, Gris was indeed prepared to follow the path of believing in the Kingdom of God.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of creating such a black crystal skull.

But he only discovered it after he actually entered this universe and initially completed the resonance.

Something is not right.

In this world, the concept he wanted to replace had already been taken over by someone else.

Not missing.

Instead, it was extracted by a force that he could not understand and stored in an unknown place.

It is still in effect today.

In order to find this place, Gris had to unify the alien races and continue to enslave them to retrieve antiques from ancient times for him.

As he carried out archaeological restoration of history, he gradually pieced together part of the history of the development of Taoism in ancient times.

I also learned about the extremely glorious immortal world that happened hundreds or tens of millions of years ago, or even a year ago.

Immortals catch stars and grab the moon, use the Tao as a tool, refine concepts into immortal treasures, and unscrupulously modify the world at will.

The specific operation of this method of materializing concepts has long been lost in the long river of history.

After three hundred years of searching, Gris finally found a name - the Seal of the Great Dao.

Some of these Dao Seals were shattered in the great battles between the Immortal Lords after they were refined, and returned to the universe itself.

Some are scattered in some unknown corners of the universe and their whereabouts are unknown.

Others were simply taken away from this universe by some immortals with ulterior motives when the Immortal Court "ascended to heaven", resulting in the permanent loss of some concepts.

It’s not like a mythological anchor.

After practitioners who follow the right path condense the mythological anchor point, they can also use their own power to reshape concepts and laws to ensure the normal operation of the world.

Being able to reach the seal is equivalent to directly packing up a law and taking it away.

The cultivation method of Hedao Xianzun makes it almost impossible for them to use the power of the laws of the universe in other worlds.

This is a textbook example of harming others and not benefiting oneself.

Fortunately, these immortals still had some conscience and did not take away some very important basic concepts used to keep the world running.

Otherwise, the moment they leave, this universe will collapse due to the lack of its underlying foundation.

The Great Dao Seal that Gris had been thinking about was one of the ones that was not taken away.

Moreover, it has a name that is familiar to countless people.

The Emperor's Seal of Mount Tai!

(End of this chapter)