Zhu Zhengwei stood upon the thin membrane of this world, feeling a lingering sense of fear: "Almost got caught. Pretend to boast and then run—how exhilarating."

Don't be fooled by the fact that I am the Creator God, but this here is an enemy world.

This body, if the native Demon Gods of this place kill it, what a huge joke that would be!

They reside at the end of the cosmic sky, and breaking open the sky beside them—it is a crisis beyond imagination.

But Zhu Zhengwei could only brace himself and move forward.

To pretend and deceive them, one must risk their life.

In this world, is there anything that doesn't involve risk yet promises great rewards?

"Right now, I just need to plant an anchor point for them, a slight doubt in their minds: What is this power? How could it tear open the sky... Let them accept what's to come as preparation."

Zhu Zhengwei continually considered in his mind.

A qualified con artist, to deceive some clever folks, cannot just straightforwardly reveal the truth; rather, they must let these smart people uncover the truth themselves.

For these people who only believe in themselves, only the truth they have researched and deduced themselves is most trustworthy.

"Step by step, entice them, constantly hinting that their world is lackluster, low-level, and they should come to learn our world's basic skills."

But in reality?

The special rules of their world, their cultivation skills, are currently much more advanced than ours!

"It's precisely because we can't defeat their world that we have to deceive them."

Zhu Zhengwei walked step by step outside the atmospheric membrane of this world, chuckling: "When the Celestial Dao of that Red Moon world awakens its will, it'll surely explode with anger!"

But right now, I am bullying you because you can't speak, without intelligence!

Zhu Zhengwei continued walking, lowering his head to look below this desolate starry sky, seeing some materials transported by the Ancestral Witch Celestial Dao and his own Divine Blood.

"Hmm, just about time to start the next step."

Zhu Zhengwei looked down, planning to use the same trick again.

Earlier, the powerhouses of the Ancestral Witch world broke through the world and saw the ancient relics lingering outside the world's atmosphere, and here is the same.

When they break open the sky of the Red Moon world, while witnessing the endless starry shock, they will see an ancient relic with some "truths" waiting for their discovery.

Zhu Zhengwei planned to use the same trick again, starting to create murals.

"This mural, I don't plan to deceive them. Deception tends to reveal flaws, so it's best to align directly with this world's history."

Zhu Zhengwei painted a mural of a great river, his lips curling slightly.

"Hmm, that's about it. Now just wait for the show to begin."

...

...

On the other side.

Several Demon Gods gathered together, their expressions solemn.

The method to tear open the sky, not even Demon Gods possess it, because their power originates from the Celestial Dao of this realm, naturally restricted by the world, unable to break it open.

"Disaster Beast? Doesn't look like it."

"A new genius, finding a new path? Perhaps."

They pondered constantly, suddenly erupting with immense power to trace the existence in question, aiming to navigate through the slowly healing cracks in the sky.

Unfortunately, they found no way to get out.

This made them more bewildered, as not even they, the Demon Gods, could manage this. Yet, the opposing aura was clearly just that of a mere seventh-level Emperor Realm...

Demon God Newton glanced around, "We must resort to that."

"Feng, Hohenheim's Philosopher's Stone?" Zhenzi inquired.

Hohenheim was the strongest human Alchemist of his time, before humans in this world had Demon Gods, also considered among those most likely to become a Demon God. He created the so-called almighty Holy Object: the Philosopher's Stone, thereby creating the artificial alchemical life: Homunculus.

Unfortunately, this man, ultimately due to the excessive use of biological alchemy, was killed by his own creation, and when others arrived, they found only ruins.

Yet, the forbidden artifact he left behind, the Philosopher's Stone, still possessed some reserves.

"Yes, we can only use that."

Newton turned his palm over, revealing a crystal-clear gem.

He reached for it with his hand.

Crackle.

Something seemed to condense in the air.

It's skin flakes, secretions, biological pheromones.

As long as there are humans, they will constantly shed skin flakes, dropping tens of thousands of cell pieces into the air, allowing for the tracking of a person's whereabouts, rendering them unable to hide.

After all, in front of an eighth-level Divine Realm being, their Spiritual Power is more terrifying than a microscope; how could they not see?

This is the sorrow of mortals.

Only by stepping into the Realm of the Demon God can one initially become pure and immaculate, perfectly controlling bodily functions, self-contained, free from tracking by cause and effect, tracing one's own path.

The difference between a god and a mortal lies here!

In their eyes, even Emperor Realm experts are just sweaty, continuously shedding ugly muddy mortals.

As for the ancient myth of godly and mortal love?

What peculiar taste must a god have to fall for such a creature? A romance between god and mortal, in front of these seven greatest beings in human history, is nothing but a joke.

They're practically not the same species. A god loving a human is like a person falling for a hairy ape, even more exaggerated.

"Crackling."

A tiny sphere of invisible skin flakes gathered together.

Newton inserted the Philosopher's Stone, like molten light fusing into this skin flake ball, amidst a bizarre lump of flesh writhing, a biological figure vaguely emerged.

"Respected Demon God lords..."

A meatball opened its eyes.

This is the alchemical artificial human, Homunculus.

As long as it contains skin, cells, or even strands of hair from a person, it can be used to create an artificial human of this organism.

"Homunculus, track the previous location and path of this body." Zhenzi gently ordered.

"Yes, esteemed great lords."

Soon, the peculiar humanoid creature, leading the Demon Gods, arrived at a city under Zhenzi's command, tracing back to a certain bookstore.

The words above this bookstore caused hesitation in their hearts.

Ancient Starry Sky Skill, Stepping into the Starry Universe!

"He was here before?"

"Yes."

"And prior traces?"

"Still here."

"How could it be? With the skin flakes, at least twenty to thirty years' worth of tracks should be traceable."

"Yes, still here."

...

The Demon Gods were surprised.

What kind of person could remain here without stepping out?

Soon, they began to study the bookstore's trajectory and its books.

Some of the books seemed incomprehensible, the cultivation methods within ancient and primitive, with low combat power, but seemingly containing a foundational universal essence.

"We should try cultivating." They spoke.

Their combat strength was immense, their realms high, allowing them to retrain a realm much faster than Qingxia initially did.

In only a year and a half, they had cultivated from level one to seven.

However, reaching the eighth level Divine Realm was indefinitely far off.

After all, they did not yet understand how to break through the path of another system!

"In the short term, reaching level seven is already our limit."

'We even used some treasures to speed up the process.'

"This method is peculiar indeed."

"Yes, although it feels weak, it has a sense of origin, not bound by the world!"

With their profound insight, they immediately perceived certain truths.

Soon, after reaching level seven, they directly attempted to use this seventh-level power to break through the sky's membrane, and indeed, they succeeded.

"We have opened the sky!"

These Demon Gods, gazing upon the thousands of Star Rivers, truly stepped out of their own world for the first time.

Step by step, they walked out.

Here, they no longer had the power of the eighth-level deities, having lost their power, leaving only that primitive system's seventh-level Emperor Realm strength, and even that was very, very weak.

Yet in this weak, pitiful power, they witnessed an unforgettable, beautiful scene, suddenly evoking a sense of dissonance.

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