The vast figure appeared at the grand gates of the capital.

Countless shadows shrouded and swept over, extending numerous circular tentacles, carrying a mysterious dread, a cold aura like the desolation of the ancient universe, an emotionless cold machine.

Grace, the Master of the Demon Realm, suddenly lifted her head. This manipulator behind the era's scenes, her expression immediately changed, feeling that thought as warm as a mother's embrace, the end of all life.

"No wonder..."

She suddenly had a complete epiphany.

This is the Mother Body, transcending bloodlines, races, forms, boundaries,

the Mother Body of all beings, the supreme representation of motherhood—

Most importantly, it is the embodiment of the ruler of reality, the Lord of Creation—

Amiro.

But Grace, the Master of the Demon Realm, had her pupils slightly dilated and exclaimed, "It's actually the God of All Things recorded on the ancient tablet! So beautiful! Invisible beauty! The most beautiful existence in the world!"

Professor Naxika, who followed in secret, had a slightly darkened face,

"The aesthetics of different races are indeed different."

After all, in the eyes of other species, in the eyes of monkeys, tigers, eagles, humans are just a hairless, bald monkey, incomparably ugly...

"However, what is Amiro, who created all things and life, going to do when descending upon the almost destructing Mayan Civilization hundreds of thousands of years ago?" Professor Naxika prostrated on the ground, observing in secret.

Beauty?

Fu Qingjun did not speak.

He directly got to business, the vortex swept in, devouring everything that perished in this land, this capital city congregating the strongest powers, battling to the death here...

He absorbed everything here in one go.

The souls were instantly reclaimed, without any accident.

At this moment, Fu Qingjun's thoughts expanded more and more, his soul completing certain transformations, consciousness thoroughly clear, observing the world in unimaginable detail.

If the previous world were black and white photos, now it was brilliantly colorful.

His soul's energy continuously emptied, refilled, emptied, and so cycled, turning into countless soul seeds to nurture the life of the sandbox he discovered, now harvesting them all at once, undoubtedly huge.

He felt his soul had entered another dimension, already different.

Observing the soul clusters he fused, they unexpectedly became exceedingly detailed, like countless strings of program codes forming soul clusters.

A more microscopic Soul World?

Can I see the detailed sequence of real soul DNA now?

Fu Qingjun was astonished, ecstatic.

His soul perception had clearly elevated.

It was like originally observing through a magnifying glass, now with a microscope!

"This is as if entering the programmer backend of life coding! Seeing the life code!" As a seventeen-year programmer, Fu Qingjun immediately reacted.

He could now perform more precise operations.

Previously fusing soul clusters, now fusing soul chains...

"I truly count as a Soul Life Wizard now! Able to continuously gather life, transform life... create various malformed creatures, extraordinary species." Fu Qingjun was immersed in immense joy, but knew now wasn't the time for research.

And at this moment, a change occurred.

While Fu Qingjun was absorbing and pondering, some mentally injured witches, covered in blood, were actually following their own thoughts, mental fluctuations, an extremely bizarre scene appeared.

"Ah! He is so beautiful!"

A witch frantically gazed at the vast Amiro in the sky and shouted:

"First born from His body, then devoured by Him, and then reborn again. That is the glory and joy rooted in the depths of the blood and bones."

She became more and more hysterical, gazing intently, her pupils filled with blood threads and veins.

It was the most beautiful thing in the world.

As if the ultimate dream truth pursued all life, it was impossible to avert her gaze.

Once her eyes were fixed, they couldn't move away.

Such a gentle voice from the depths of the heart enchanted herself.

And the witch beside her seemed infected by her too, shouted with extreme enchantment, frantically staring at the sky, "Ah! The endless cylindrical tentacles swaying, as if welcoming us!"

"Using those soft, moist, sensual cylinders to protect us, surge into our chests, draining everything from us, returning along the pathway to the source."

She showed the look of a fanatic, suddenly grabbed a weapon, and cut her own neck.

Swish!

She committed suicide on the ground, blood spraying out,

"Come! Enjoy the supreme joy and the joy of death!"

Nevertheless, this series of suicides could not stop her companions' joy, another witch shouted, her expression sickly and bizarre, tearing her own armor, "Everyone, with the tears filling our eyes from being moved! Let us all strip our clothes together, embrace each other, and accept the final baptism of the Great Mother!"

She raised her staff high and also committed suicide, a sickly happiness on her face.

This??

This bizarre scene left everyone present in a blank-headed shock!

All the remaining witches were stunned!

Suddenly someone shouted,

"Don't look at Him directly! The God cannot be directly gazed upon!!"

With a shout akin to roaring, many surviving witches trembled, quickly struggling to avert their gaze, seeking cover, hiding among the blood-colored buildings.

"Those witches, staring at this ancient primordial existence, constantly hearing unknown evil murmurs from his soul's depths, ultimately led to madness!" Grace mused, feeling the ultimate madness when she first attempted to touch but didn't warn those subordinates, intentionally testing it.

Sure enough, the God cannot be directly looked at, nor listened to.

Professor Naxika observed in secret, "It's happening again, what on earth is this? Triggered collapse?"

"Is it encountering an incomprehensible gigantic soul celestial body? That is an evil entity beyond limits, just a small thought, a soul language, causes the human brain to be unable to bear it, brain collapse, leading to madness!"

How could they commit suicide...?

Fu Qingjun lowered his head, also slightly surprised.

His enormous soul indeed influencing other lives was normal, yet he didn't expect his soul had no resistance for his kin.

Possibly due to being the same source.

No firewall against himself, more easily returned...

They were originally strong, but now mentally injured after the war, severely wounded, unable to resist, being disturbed, assimilated, collapsing, losing sanity...

Fu Qingjun guessed the possibilities, but knew not to linger, when an ancient cold voice echoed from the sky:

"All spirits and things, have a future."

All ground-dwelling creatures heard an extremely deep voice.

Deeply ancient, majestic and vast, that voice was not in their language, yet transformed into an extremely primal meaning at the moment, reaching deep into the soul, making all creatures instantly understand.

BOOM!!!!!

The majestic voice seemed to originate from the depths of the bloodline, forming an invisible roaring roar of turbulent blood, yet giving a cold cosmic consciousness:

"You all have reached the limits of your life, the next shackle should be unlocked."

Grace and Yudula were slightly dazed after hearing this voice.

Unlock the shackle?

They suddenly recalled soul records of the ancient Jiaxia era about species reincarnation.

At that time, it seemed civilization reached a certain limit, and some unknown horrendous existence descended, unlocking some cosmic species ladder.

Could it be that our civilization has reached the potential limits of species?

The indescribable speech in the sky continued, like a routine affair, eternally high-hanging, without joy or sorrow:

"Board the origin of all things, choose the future of civilization."

The next moment, an immense power turned into a colossal air pressure, whipping up an invisible gale, blowing all creatures on the ground, making them unable to open their eyes, struggling to stand on the ground.

"Light pillar..."

Facing the gusts, Grace and Yudula touched a black pillar of the black forest.

Their spirits flickered, transported into a space, surrounded by countless life's primal chains and ancient precise gears, spiraling everywhere, breathtakingly beautiful.

Grace instantly understood, here they could reshape and improve the bloodline, correcting bodily defects.

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