The memory search results are in.
[You notice the soul-searching underling and adopted son's serious expression: "Father, the truth is more serious than you think."]
【"Oh♂?"】
"It's not a cosmic lord who has lived for so long that it has lost its emotions and become indifferent to everything... It's not the cosmic lord of the Nine-Nine Heavens at all!"
"Damn it, you've slapped me in the face again."
[You raised an eyebrow, aren't you the Lord of the Nine-Nine Realms?]
Could it be that the round creature was some kind of parasite?
After the true Lord of the Nine Heavens departed, through some ingenious method, or perhaps a loophole left in the original Lord's design, he hid inside the control panel of the cosmic ruling space.
"It could also be that the pets they keep rebelled, and the servants who stayed behind to take care of the real heir seized power or something like that."
[It is actually its true form, regarding itself as the true mastermind behind the entire Nine-Nine Realms. It had previously been too lazy to reveal itself, allowing those in power to regulate the universe, until you went too far, nearly triggering an immeasurable calamity that would destroy the entire universe, thus provoking its anger.]
[At the same time, after its appearance, for reasons of secrecy or something else, it decided to use the core authority of the control console to cleanse the entire universe and recreate it.]
"That makes sense. When it crashes, it relinquishes most of its privileges, which significantly increases the privileges held by others."
Your son continued, "But the unique cosmic structure of the Nine-Nine Realms is indeed its doing."
You paused for a moment: "What do you mean? After the original Lord of the Universe left, he took over the control panel and transformed the universe into its current ninety-nine layers?"
"Not really." The adopted son chuckled dryly, trying to ease the tension for you, who always seemed to be guessing wrong.
"Why isn't anyone here to ease the tension?"
"The Nine Heavens have never had a Celestial Lord... This round disc is the Celestial Lord from four hundred trillion years ago."
"But it wasn't born in the Ninety-Nine Heavens; it's a fully-fledged universe lord from elsewhere!"
"It originated from the very core of the boundless void sea, and after achieving its complete form as a universe lord, it has been wandering outwards."
"It's all for... the experiment!"
"No, this shouldn't be considered an experiment; it's creating a work of art."
"It entered countless universes, arbitrarily modifying their underlying laws with its complete realm, creating countless artificial universes of different forms, and observing the evolution of biological civilizations within them."
"Its purpose is to create the universe with the best structure, the universe with the highest frequency of giving birth to geniuses, the most beautiful and dreamlike universe, the most despairing universe, and so on, in all its diverse forms."
As he described, the image of a great artist slowly unfolded before you.
But unlike other artists, who move hearts with music, captivate souls with paintings, and sculpt the human form with sculptures.
[And that cosmic lord, using the universe as marble, the principles of the Dao as musical score, and countless civilizations as dye, through countless billions of years of evolution, intends to create the greatest and most satisfying cosmic masterpiece.]
[When it discovers you, this "cosmic pest" exploiting the Cataclysm bug, it's naturally extremely angry.]
[Because your reckless actions have caused too much damage to the evolution of the universe, no less than adding a stray note to a musical score, chiseling off a small cone from a statue, or dripping a large patch of paint onto an oil painting.]
Your expression looks rather strange.
[It turns out he was an "artist" who scribbled randomly on the street.]
[According to the adopted son's mind-reading ability, the number of universes modified by this round-shaped cosmic lord is beyond calculation. Besides the Ninety-Nine Heavens, there are many more strange and varied types, which will not be mentioned here.]
The round biscuit's original name was "Awa," a name given when it was still a small round biscuit.
[He is a rather pure artist, whose aim is to create one beautiful and unique universe after another in his mind, and to leave a clone behind to monitor them.]
Once the clone senses that the universe has evolved to its culmination over time, it will recall its original form.
Then the original entity would take action and collect it as one of its treasured possessions.
If the evolution fails, or if it is unsuccessful... then it will remain in the boundless void, constantly returning to chaos and starting over, until the evolution is successful and then it can be harvested.
The universe that is returned to the counter will not be destroyed; the vast majority of life within it will survive, because its unique civilization is also part of its artistic value.
However, beings at the seventh level and above in the universe will be crushed.
Just like a culture medium, while tiny bacteria are certainly cute, it loses its charm if a few gigantic creatures like ants or caterpillars accidentally get mixed in.
"Apo, the fully realized Lord of the Universe."
You turn to the cosmic rulers around you and tell them everything: "What do you think?"
They were all numb.
[So... the once-glorious and supreme ruler of the universe in their eyes was just a passing cosmic transformation maniac?!]
"It didn't take half a day, it took four hundred trillion years."
They weren't the successors of any master, nor the inheritors of the universe; they were merely a group of handymen, tools to be killed off after the work was completed.
The leader of Faction A, the True Origin God Emperor, murmured, "That round disc... it's the evil outer universe lord!"
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