Obast Surface.

  At the bottom of the colossal dormant volcano, within the desolate temple.

  After a period of repeatedly chanting the prayer to the deity passed down by Elder Yan, Tiyan suddenly noticed an unusual alteration in the ancient golden orb embedded in the altar.

  It vibrated violently, pulsing with light.

  It was as if something deep inside the golden sphere was stirring, something on the verge of eruption.

  "The deity... The deity truly exists! He has heard my summons!"

  In that instant, the anxiety that had perpetually haunted Tiyan's heart vanished.

  Truthfully, throughout his entire journey, he hadn't held complete faith in the deity Elder Yan spoke of.

  Because the concept was too abrupt.

  Anyone would find it difficult to fully accept without reservation, always harboring some degree of skepticism.

  But after experiencing a sequence of relentless events—the overwhelming might of the Agate Clan and the utter hopelessness of the disparity between them and his own nearly annihilated clan—Tiyan was forced to suppress that hesitation deep within his core.

  He could only move forward, his doubts carefully concealed.

  "I have absolutely nothing left to lose. The worst possible outcome is merely death itself!"

  It was with this stubborn, unyielding resolve that he miraculously managed to grit his teeth and endure the final perils of this quest to seek the deity, finally catching a glimpse of a faint dawn of vengeance.

  "Continue the invocation!"

  Overwhelmed with excitement, Tiyan chanted the prayer to the deity with renewed fervor.

  Before he could complete even two more sentences, the golden orb abruptly ceased its activity.

  The vibrations and the light had completely vanished.

  Tiyan stood frozen in shock: "What, what is happening? What’s going on? How could the golden orb..."

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh——

  Before he could process this, the base of the vast dormant volcano, at that precise moment, inexplicably erupted with a series of violent whirlwinds.

  Rumble rumble rumble——

  The wind howled, sounding like tens of millions of voices shouting with their utmost strength.

  "Is the deity about to awaken?!"

  Tiyan, sensing the drastic shift in his surroundings, nervously pushed himself to stand.

  He was simultaneously thrilled and terrified.

  Thrilled because the surrounding anomalies might well be the heralds of the deity's descent.

  Yet, he worried what terrifying actions the deity might undertake upon manifesting in the mortal realm.

  But Tiyan, being a mere mortal, possessed no other recourse, and no power to dictate events.

  So, he could only pray for the mercy of fate or the intervention of a god.

  "Oh, deity, I implore you, I beg you to utterly exterminate the Agate Clan! I beg you to save my Lead Simian race!"

  The youth once again knelt, clasping his hands into tight fists, continuously petitioning in his heart.

  At this critical juncture, behind the statue positioned before Tiyan, on the vast and boundless volcanic rock plain overhead, spacetime suddenly began to twist with extreme violence.

  The intensity of this distortion was so fierce that it seemed to forcibly 'clench' a deep aperture in the invisible void.

  Buzz—

  In an instant, intense spacetime ripples, moving at the speed of light, swiftly radiated outwards in all directions.

  Obast and the curvature of the vast cosmic space beyond were both affected by these ripples, instantly undergoing changes and distortions of varying magnitudes.

  Under normal circumstances, all objects possessing mass 'depress' the surrounding space, creating a concave curvature, which results in spacetime distortion.

  Whether it is a minuscule hydrogen atom or a life-sustaining planet, the space immediately surrounding it is never flat; it is perpetually warped.

  The only variance lies in the extent of that distortion.

  This effect is most evident with objects of massive scale; its concrete manifestation to the outside world is gravity. Consider, for example, a black hole.

  But that localized cluster of intense spacetime distortion above the vast volcanic rock plain was somewhat anomalous.

  It did not generate overly powerful gravity; rather, it continuously emitted copious amounts of gamma rays, X-ray radiation, and countless high-energy particle beams outward into the unseen, while continuously condensing in a sustained manner.

  Of course, Tiyan, being situated directly within this immediate area, felt nothing overly significant, except that the ambient radiation seemed to have intensified, giving him a sensation of profound well-being.

  However, the Agate Clan mining company branch headquarters, situated several thousand kilometers away from this colossal dormant volcano, was experiencing something entirely different.

  At the very instant that peculiar spacetime distortion manifested, the company's spatial monitoring equipment registered an exceptionally significant shift in the spacetime curvature across the entire planet Obast.

  Once this radical spacetime alteration occurred, it was immediately reported through the monitoring hierarchy up to the company's senior executive level.

  Consequently, regarding this incident labeled the "Spacetime Curvature Anomaly," the mining corporation swiftly convened a research and discussion meeting.

  Inside the large conference room, Director Kudel quietly observed his subordinates' intense debate, appearing somewhat detached from the proceedings.

  The truth was, the Uranium Light Warlord that had been remotely pursuing Tiyan within the slow-moving subterranean ocean earlier was being psychically controlled by him via a specialized device.

  He had initially anticipated a delightful, straightforward pursuit—a satisfying killing spree.

  Who could have foreseen that his avatar would be utterly decimated?

  Though it was merely a remotely piloted vessel, not his prime physical form.

  Yet, the mere thought of the terrifying feedback shock transmitted tens of thousands of miles away directly into his nervous system at that moment caused Kudel's mind to boil with homicidal intent.

  "You wretched insect, just you wait! Even if I have to excavate all of Obast three feet deep, I will find you!" He vowed secretly in his heart.

  Temporarily shelving these vengeful thoughts, Kudel refocused his attention on his subordinates, who were vigorously discussing the data.

  "...The amplitude of this unexpectedly manifested spacetime curvature is simply too immense."

  The purple-glowing Agate Clan member pressed his nerve bundle into a holographic display in the conference room, stating with extreme anxiety, "If I were to give an analogy... it's simply as if a black hole unexpectedly fluctuated into existence right on Obast's surface!"

  "A black hole?"

  "I don't entirely endorse that comparison."

  The blue-glowing Agate Clan member countered immediately, "If a black hole had truly appeared, then the entirety of planet Obast would have been declared annihilated long ago, and we would have already been shredded into countless fundamental particles. How would we possibly still have the chance to hold this discussion in this conference room?"

  The purple-glowing member offered no counter-argument.

  The gray-glowing Agate Clan member beside him paused in thought, then speculated: "Could it be... a Wormhole?"

  Wormhole?

  The purple-glowing, blue-glowing Agate Clan members, along with the silently observing Director Kudel, were all momentarily stunned.

  Then, they engaged in careful reconsideration.

  It seemed... that possibility existed.

  In the vast cosmos, celestial bodies capable of warping spacetime to such a degree—nearly causing a ripple—besides black holes, could only be Wormholes.

  Furthermore, the destructive potential of Wormholes was significantly less catastrophic than that of black holes.

  This line of reasoning held no logical flaws.

  As soon as this conclusion formed in their minds, a surge of elation appeared in the hearts of several Agate Clan members, including Kudel.

  In the entire universe, the probability of a celestial body like a Wormhole appearing was extremely, almost impossibly, low.

  According to the projections made by their clan's leading scientists, it was highly likely that the total count of Wormholes across the entire Milky Way galaxy did not exceed one hundred.

  It might even be fewer.

  But if a Wormhole had genuinely materialized here, its strategic value would be immeasurable.

  "But such an exceedingly rare celestial body like a Wormhole has never been confirmed within the Empire's entire civilized territory. This... seems a bit too coincidental, doesn't it?"

  The blue-glowing Agate Clan member mused aloud, "My concern is that the conjecture that this spacetime distortion is essentially a Wormhole... isn't that too presumptuous?

  Just to be safe, perhaps we should... evacuate planet Obast first and observe the phenomenon from a secure distance?"

  "No, you are mistaken." Director Kudel suddenly interjected. "A Wormhole has existed within the Empire's territory."

  "Ah? Is that accurate?" The blue-glowing official was clearly shocked. "I have never received confirmation of that."

  The other two high-ranking officials also looked toward Director Kudel in surprise.

  The Director chuckled lightly: "Actually, to claim this Wormhole existed within the Empire's territory isn't entirely precise."

  "Oh? What is the nuance?" The three Agate Clan members pressed for clarification.

  Director Kudel calmly stated: "A long-time acquaintance of mine, who served in the military, once revealed to me that a Wormhole had manifested deep within the Dark Void Battlefield."

  "Had appeared? The Dark Void Battlefield?" The three Agate Clan members present exchanged glances.

  They, of course, knew the location of the Dark Void Battlefield—the designated war zone between the Agate Civilization and the Mercury Race Civilization.

  Had existed... Could this imply that the Wormhole had now vanished?

  As if anticipating his subordinates' confusion, Director Kudel did not keep them in suspense, but asserted decisively:

  "Indeed, the duration of that Wormhole was extremely brief. It mysteriously closed after only a few decades, and the military's subsequent multiple expeditions to explore and investigate it vanished along with it."

  He then added with a touch of emotion: "The universe is too immense, perpetually filled with unpredictable dangers and inexplicable, unrecognizable anomalies."

  He continued: "But if a Wormhole truly appears on Planet Obast this time, it would undoubtedly constitute a monumental event."

  "For the Empire, utilizing this Wormhole, we might reach a new Sector ripe for exploration or even colonization.

  Speaking personally..."

  Kudel paused, glancing at his eagerly anticipating subordinates, and smiled: "The Empire will certainly reward us lavishly! Wealth and power are mere trifles; what I desire more is... to earn high esteem from the Mother Planet herself! And consequently, to be elevated in our vital essence by the Mother Planet's will, evolving into higher-order life forms!"

  Whoosh—

  Hearing this, the blue-glowing, purple-glowing, and gray-glowing Agate Clan members were all simultaneously shocked and exhilarated.

  At the same time, an intense, uncontrollable feeling of reverence and adoration surged within their hearts.

  Reverence and adoration directed towards the Mother Planet.

  The root of such a potent reaction lay in the fact that the Mother Planet was the literal genesis of nearly a trillion Agate Clan members across the entire Empire.

  It was not simply a mother in a spiritual or cultural sense, but fundamentally, a mother in a literal, biological sense.

  This is because, unlike many intelligent races within the Milky Way, the Agate Clan possesses no gender differentiation, and individual entities lack any capacity for self-reproduction.

  Every single Agate Clan member within the entire Namora Sector was spawned directly from the Agate Mother Planet.

  Since the inception of their race, spanning tens of thousands of years, this has always been the case.

  And the Agate Clan’s ability to establish civilization and even venture into interstellar space was only possible because their homeworld, after an unquantifiable span of time, finally developed specific consciousness and intelligence tens of thousands of years ago. This awakening then allowed its children—who were essentially cellular extensions of the Mother Planet—to also be born with awareness and intellect.

  Though they share the lineage of the Agate Mother Planet, individuals remain completely distinct from one another.

  For instance, within this conference room, aside from Kudel being a Transcendent-level life form, the other three Agate Clan members present are merely Ordinaries.

  Clear differences exist in both combat prowess and lifespan.

  Yet, Kudel also wrestled with his own profound concerns.

  "I have been stalled at Transcendent Stage One for far, far too long. Perhaps my inherent potential is capped at this level."

  Watching his three subordinates excitedly debating, Kudel secretly indulged in a fantasy:

  "Oh, great Will of the Mother Planet, if you could promote me by one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight stages, all the way to the Milky Way Overlord level—how magnificent that would be!"

  Of course, Kudel recognized this was purely wishful thinking.

  Transcendent Stage Ten represented the absolute limit the Mother Planet could bestow, and even achieving that required the Mother Planet to expend a significant portion of its own essence.

  As for the Milky Way Overlord echelon—a status attained by only three individuals among the entire Agate Clan's trillion-strong population—it was simply unattainable through the Mother Planet's benevolent aid.

  That level demanded one's own relentless, desperate effort, coupled with elusive fate and opportune moments, just to stand a chance of glimpsing it.

  Thus, Kudel speculated that if a Wormhole was genuinely discovered above Obast this time.

  And it was a stable, long-lived Wormhole, and the other side truly led to a vast Sector, not the edge of some Milky Way, the cosmic void, or a black hole's event horizon.

  Furthermore, if that Sector contained no overly dominant civilizations yet boasted exceptionally abundant resources, he would conservatively be promoted by the Mother Planet to Transcendent Stage Seven. Under entirely perfect circumstances, there was a minuscule possibility of reaching Transcendent Stage Ten.

  "But all these wonderful speculations must wait until the Wormhole's existence is thoroughly confirmed," Kudel sighed faintly.

  He promptly concluded the meeting and dispatched an armed reconnaissance unit, which rapidly moved toward the coordinates of the spacetime curvature disturbance.

  Simultaneously, the spacetime distortion cluster at the base of that colossal dormant volcano gradually condensed into a genuine Wormhole.

  Buzz—

  Once the Wormhole was successfully born, it slowly expanded, similar to something being inflated.

  "What in the cosmos is that thing?"

  Tiyan, who had never witnessed a Wormhole and possessed minimal astronomical knowledge, looked up at the enormous sphere suspended in the sky. Its center was dark as an abyss, its outer rim glittering with millions of minuscule stars. He asked with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, murmuring: "Is this the pathway to the Divine Realm? It feels profoundly alien."

  In the few minutes he gazed upon it, the Wormhole had expanded to several thousand meters in diameter, nearly engulfing half of the nearby crater rim.

  Just at this critical moment, the armed team dispatched by the mining corporation—composed of dozens of squid mechs, ostensibly for scientific surveying but functioning more like a military detachment—had just managed to catch up, hovering thousands of meters above the crater rim.

  And viewing the Wormhole through the reconnaissance team's remote 'sight,' Kudel and his peers instantly became ecstatic upon confirmation, nearly experiencing the sensation of one man's triumph uplifting his entire lineage.

  "Confirmed! It matches the documentation—this is a Wormhole!"

  "By the will of the Mother Planet, we are finally about to strike it rich!"

  "Hahaha, I am utterly weary of this accursed mining! Now I can finally return and savor life!"

  Unlike a few of his exultant subordinates, Kudel, despite his immense excitement, registered Tiyan’s presence at the base of the dormant volcano at the very moment he saw the Wormhole.

  Inside the mining company headquarters.

  Kudel calmly observed the dust-covered Lead Simian youth displayed on the screen. Excitement mingled with immediate fury surged within his heart.

  He immediately utilized the reconnaissance team's broadcast equipment to send a booming sound towards the volcano's base:

  "Remarkable, truly remarkable. You actually managed to ascend from the deep crust to the surface."

  That familiar voice suddenly echoing from the sky caused Tiyan to freeze mid-movement.

  "It's Father... No! It’s that Agate Clan operative!"

  He instantly looked up toward the crater rim, only to find that due to the extreme distance, he could barely make out a few minute black specks.

  At this moment, the voice from the sky boomed again: "How strangely familiar. I intentionally simulated this voice, ah ah ah ah, that we should meet again under these circumstances. It seems even Fate favors my cause.

  However, what is your presence here? And what possible connection could that Wormhole have to you?"

  Tiyan looked up at the vast expanse of the sky and replied coldly: "I came here to petition the deity!"

  "Deity?"

  Kudel's voice from the sky was laced with utter astonishment, "Why are you being insane? This is a Wormhole, a celestial body. What connection does it possibly have with any damned god?"

  "No!!"

  The youth suddenly raised his hand and pointed directly at the Wormhole suspended in mid-air, stating firmly, "This is the gateway to the Divine Realm! Very soon, a deity will emerge from this gate and completely eradicate your Agate Clan Civilization!"

  "Ah! Ha ha! I think I grasp your delusion now. You mean this Wormhole manifested due to your futile prayers? Is that correct?"

  Kudel laughed with extreme nonchalance, "Oh dear, what a truly pathetic and ignorant little insect you are. Is your minuscule brain filled solely with your own refuse? Do you have any comprehension of how many cycles the Lead Simian race has been subjugated by us? If a deity truly existed, then how could he allow..."

  Buzz—

  The Wormhole suddenly vibrated violently, abruptly cutting off Kudel's tirade.

  Next, before everyone’s eyes:

  From within this Wormhole, a colossal giant slowly materialized, standing three thousand meters tall. From head to toe, he was entirely sheathed in dark-lined, patterned, spiky heavy armor, simultaneously radiating an ancient, profound aura.

  The moment the giant appeared, the essential combat power monitoring equipment of the reconnaissance team overhead went completely haywire.

  [Warning! Overlord Stage Ten life form detected]

  [Warning! Overlord Stage Ten life form detected]

  [Warning! Overlord Stage Ten life form detected]

  [Error error error error error error]

  [Cannot define cannot define cannot define]

  Bang!!

  The combat power monitor exploded instantly.

  Kudel and his entourage inside the mining facility were instantly overcome with terror.

  Overlord Stage Ten? What kind of concept was that, even?!

  And... the monitor had actually exploded!

  What were those cryptic 'errors' and 'cannot define' messages preceding the detonation?!

  It needed to be understood that the strongest Overlord-level entity in their entire Empire was the Agate Mother Planet, and that Mother Planet registered only as Overlord Stage Five!

  Stage Ten?! That implied an existence thousands of times more potent than their own Mother Planet!

  And this colossal entity seemed... not even to be displaying its true combat potential.

  "Th-this this this..." The purple-glowing Agate Clan member stammered, "Is the combat power monitor malfunctioning? Was that explosion just now also due to a system fault? It must be! Hahahaha! How could a Milky Way Overlord manifest in such a remote location? This... this is completely illogical!"

  The gray-glowing Agate Clan member beside him also stammered: "Y-yes... Yes! And a Stage Ten Overlord! No, no, he seems even stronger than a Stage Ten Overlord! That's incorrect, isn't a Stage Ten Overlord the apex?! There isn't a single Stage Ten Overlord in this entire Orion Spiral Arm, is there?!"

  But the one most intensely shaken was Kudel.

  "How, how can he possess such might? What classification is 'cannot define'? I... I can't control my body!"

  He stared blankly at the terrifying giant displayed on the screen, his entire frame trembling uncontrollably.

  Trembling from soul to physical structure, in every conceivable aspect.

  Unlike his Ordinary subordinates, Kudel, as a Transcendent life form, felt the opponent’s overwhelming terror even more acutely.

  It was a kind of immense, soul-shivering dread that threatened near-collapse, perceived merely through a remote two-dimensional image.

  If calculated using extremely simple combat power metrics, he, as a Transcendent Stage One, would register as: 1.

  Then, an Overlord Stage Ten entity would translate to 1 million multiplied by 1000, then again multiplied by 1 million.

  But this unknown giant on the screen... it could not even be defined by the metrics of an Overlord Stage Ten.

  So, the opponent's strength... How powerful was he truly?

  The multiplier difference between the opponent and himself... What was that value?! Ten quintillion? A hundred quintillion? Perhaps a sextillion?!

  In an instant, Kudel plunged into the abyss of sheer terror. Deeper and deeper, until he reached the absolute limit.

  Thousands of kilometers away, at the base of the dormant volcano.

  "Hmm."

  Godeshell, upon stepping out of the Wormhole, instantly registered the existence of the golden orb below.

  "Volume and mass—is this a full-dimensional compression at the spatial level?"

  Sensing the truly colossal, almost star-like mass contained within the golden orb, Godshell smiled:

  "Long time no see, my Divine Throne."

  Godshell slightly bowed, looking at the golden orb embedded in the circular recess of the ancient altar. A golden-red divine light flashed from the single eye within his pitch-black mask.

  Buzz—

  The golden orb instantly floated out of the altar’s pit, traversing thousands of meters in a flash as it pierced the air, hovering above his slowly extended colossal palm.

  Compared to the hundreds-of-meters-wide giant hand below, the golden orb appeared exquisitely small.

  But Godshell knew this was not its final state.

  "Original Saknussim's mount, fully display your true form."

  Having stated this calmly, he prepared to toss it toward the sky.

  Just as he was about to launch it, Godshell glanced towards Tiyan and chuckled:

  "Careless of me; I forgot about you, little fellow."

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  With a mere stirring of his mind, things began to shift.

  Rumble rumble rumble——

  Immediately, the space above Godshell's head—spanning the entire circumference of the crater—was instantly 'stretched' and expanded to countless times its original volume under the influence of his will.

  For Godshell, who commanded powerful spatial manipulation and distortion abilities, the space within a room could be molded into that of a city, and a city's domain could transform into a vast celestial ocean.

  He then tossed the golden orb high into the air.

  Whoosh—

  The golden orb instantly glided through the 'expanded' space of the crater, pierced through layers of atmosphere, traversed thousands of meters, and flew directly before the Agate Clan's scientific reconnaissance team, which was hovering high in the sky.

  Thereafter, its volume instantly surged countless times.

  Boom!!!

  The boundless sky seemed as if a hundred tens of millions of tons of TNT equivalent nuclear weapons had been detonated simultaneously.

  The heavens violently trembled continuously in that single instant, and hundreds of layers of clouds collapsed and disintegrated into nothingness.

  The golden orb, in merely one ten-thousandth of a second, suddenly expanded from the size of an apple to a diameter spanning a hundred kilometers.

  Its expansion speed was so instantaneous, there was virtually no discernible transitional process.

  Even the boundless, heavy atmosphere, reacting to the explosive pressure generated by the rapid surge, spawned terrifying shockwave tides—like apocalyptic tsunamis—roaring at supersonic speeds and crushing toward all surrounding airspaces.

  Under this near-light-speed volume surge of the golden orb, capable of shattering worlds, all objects daring to obstruct its path were instantly crushed and annihilated into nothingness.

  And the Agate Clan's scientific reconnaissance team, which bore the brunt of the attack, had long since been pulverized into countless hot dust particles and utterly vanished from the natural world.

  Thousands of kilometers away, inside the mining company headquarters.

  After witnessing, via the high-definition cameras of outer space satellites, the golden orb’s manifold volume surge and its majestic, world-destroying spectacle, the high-ranking Agate Clan officials instantly became utterly terrified, their entire neural systems trembling continuously.

  Kudel, as the only Transcendent present, lived up to his reputation.

  His entire body shaking, he was the first to regain composure. He stood up and frantically flew toward the exit: "Quick, quick, quick! Hurry and board a vessel to evacuate this planet! We cannot remain here any longer! Immediately!!"

  ...

  At the bottom of that colossal dormant volcano far away.

  Tiyan, kneeling on the ground, looked up at the enormous golden orb hanging in the sky, which completely obscured the entire crater. He murmured in shock: "So... this is the true form of the ancient golden orb? It's truly massive!"

  He remained entirely oblivious to the underlying mystery of how his current location—this dormant volcano that should have been pulverized into a gigantic circular pit by the surging golden orb—could still remain safe and intact.

  He was even less capable of sensing that the space around and above the crater had also been stretched and expanded countless times its original size by divine will. Even if the golden orb expanded a hundred or a thousand times more, it would never truly impact the desolate land beneath.

  It can only be said that in the eyes of mortals, the world always appears normal and ordinary.

  They would never comprehend that if a genuine miracle were to unfold before them one day, they would fundamentally lack the perception required to even register it.

  But Godshell, whose sensory capabilities were powerful enough to border on the miraculous, was different.

  He could clearly sense that the Divine Throne, hovering lightly in the sky above—its colossal, comet-like exterior—was still merely a fa?ade, not its complete self.

  After his gaze 'penetrated' the Divine Throne's outer shell—a shell so resilient that not even the temperature of the sun's core could cause the slightest damage—Godshell could easily 'perceive' that this ancient super-civilization spaceship still compressed an enormous volume of space, nearly a trillion times its external dimensions.

  Within its colossal and complex super-three-dimensional spacetime structure, layer upon layer of nested rings existed, housing thousands upon tens of thousands of scientific laboratories, each possessing varying scales and complex functionalities.

  In these laboratories, countless scientific research archives and a substantial quantity of extremely high-tech, super-civilization scientific instrumentation were neatly arrayed.

  Most of this super-instrumentation and the research materials were fundamentally related to life sciences.

  Aside from miscellaneous data, these instruments could be broadly categorized into thirteen distinct types.

  Life Creation Instruments: Capable of utilizing over one hundred fundamental elemental substances in the universe as a basis, allowing arbitrary selection to rapidly cultivate and construct life forms across various evolutionary stages.

  Gene Acceleration Instruments: Capable of artificially manipulating the genetics of numerous life forms, thereby accelerating the genetic evolution of said organisms.

  Thought and Consciousness Simulation Instruments: Capable of extracting, simulating, and storing the complete thought structures of any intelligent being with absolute fidelity via complex digital formats, utilized for researching and exploring the cognitive and personality models of intelligent entities.

  Life Evolution Simulation Devices: Capable of customizing and simulating the growth and propagation data of different life forms under variable environmental conditions, used to research, study, and deduce the specific evolutionary trajectories and paths of diverse life forms across different settings.

  Biological Data Collection Instruments: Capable of rapidly gathering diverse data from any life form in nature, encompassing genetic information, growth rates, and other vital statistics.

  Digital Life Simulation and Creation Instruments: Capable of mass-producing potent artificial intelligences endowed with complete capacities for independent thought, creation, and learning.

  Biological Heritable Trait Modification Instruments: Capable of meticulously repairing, altering, and optimizing the inherited genes of life forms through various bioengineering protocols. Can optimize and reconstruct life form genes, correct genetic defects, and engineer organisms possessing specialized abilities.

  Life Energy Evolution Instruments: Capable of observing, manipulating, and governing various energy dynamics within life forms, used to optimize their internal energy operational pathways and future developmental potentials.

  Biological Clone Expansion Instruments: Capable of rapidly multiplying and cloning the population of any life form, suitable for life science utilization or the targeted construction of specific demographic groups.

  Biological Combat Simulation Reality Devices: A device capable of extracting life form data for rigorous combat simulation, utilized in military applications or for investigating the fighting capabilities of different organisms.

  Life Information Replication Instruments: Capable of replicating all data pertaining to any life form, including memories, cognitive structures, personality models, soul configurations, internal energy operation methods and pathways, and both physical and spiritual evolutionary trajectories, though Spirituality itself cannot be duplicated.

  Crystal Material Production Lines: Capable of selecting, fabricating, and mass-producing all known Ether-Crystalline materials.

  "Essentially, any entity possessing these instruments and technologies could rapidly generate large numbers of diverse intelligent races across any sector of the Milky Way.

  They could even pre-design and map out specific evolutionary blueprints or craft nuanced, self-evolving cultivation methodologies for these populations."

  Godshell, standing at the base of the dormant volcano, mused, "To have investigated 【Life】 to such an exhaustive and scholarly degree, so meticulously and comprehensively, truly validates the title of Cosmic Sower. You fully merit the appellation the Master bestowed upon you."

  In fact, even at the very moment of his own emergence, Godshell had assimilated the entire truth surrounding his creation, both preceding and subsequent events, along with Saknussim's intricate data packets.

  Undoubtedly, all of this originated from Seraphine's direct information transference.

  This outcome was not surprising.

  Seraphine might project an aura of dominance, but she was also profoundly earnest.

  She never stooped to falsehood or subterfuge.

  Whether addressing her subjects, subordinates, creations, or even her adversaries, her conduct remained consistent.

  This was Seraphine's intrinsic style; this was her method—never compromising her noble bearing.

  Beyond these super-technological instruments and apparatus, the most valuable asset of the Divine Throne was its Level 9.1 warp drive.

  In Godshell's vaguely awakening, fractured memories, the Houiste Federation, which his original physical form belonged to, utilized the speed of light as the baseline and divided warp capability into 10 distinct levels.

  The standard progression was as follows:

  Level 1 warp equated to the speed of light.

  Level 2 warp achieved ten times the speed of light.

  Level 3 warp reached one hundred times the speed of light.

  And so on, meaning Level 9 warp attained 100 million times the speed of light.

  Up to Level 9 warp, the speed differential between each level was one full magnitude (tenfold).

  However, the spacetime model required for each warp bubble level was exponentially more complex than Level 1, deeply interwoven with higher-dimensional spacetime.

  Beginning from Level 9, the warp division standard shifted to a new metric.

  Specifically, for every increment of 0.1 in the warp level, the achievable speed multiplied by an additional factor of ten over the previous maximum.

  Applying this calculation, Level 9.1 equated to 1 billion times the speed of light—the operational velocity of the Divine Throne.

  The warp bubble spacetime model Godshell utilized, transmitted from Seraphine, could only reach speeds equivalent to one million times the speed of light.

  It was precisely 1,000 times slower than the Divine Throne's capability.

  Nevertheless, this would swiftly become obsolete knowledge.

  Upon acquiring the Divine Throne, Seraphine and her retinue could immediately upgrade their warp bubble model, boosting its performance to 1 billion times the speed of light.

  What is the true magnitude of 1 billion times the speed of light?

  It is 31.71 light-years traveled per second!

  At this velocity, traversing the Milky Way's 200,000 light-year diameter would take merely about an hour and forty minutes.

  And this is just Level 9.1 warp; every subsequent 0.1 increment would multiply that speed tenfold again.

  Upon reaching Warp 9.9, one would possess the terrifying capability of 100 quadrillion times the speed of light.

  This means one could traverse the immense span of 3.17 billion light-years in a single second.

  Departing Earth at such a divine pace, reaching the Alcyoneus galaxy—currently the largest galaxy cataloged in the observable universe with a diameter of 16.3 million light-years—would take only one second.

  It is truly terrifyingly fast!

  Even more astonishing is that, within Godshell's fragmented recollections, Warp 9.9 was apparently a known capability within the Houiste Federation.

  However, the memories were too fragmented, making it impossible to truly distinguish fact from fabrication.

  As for Level 10 Warp, it remained an unreachable pinnacle—an ultimate velocity whose very existence the Houiste Federation remained uncertain about.

  This speed was defined thusly: The instantaneous arrival at any point within the current universe.

  In other words, infinity.

  No matter the scale of the cosmos—be it a trillion light-years or a hundred trillion light-years—Level 10 Warp guaranteed immediate transit.

  Conversely, if it failed to achieve this instantaneous arrival, then no matter how fast it traveled, it could never truly be classified as Level 10 Warp.

  "Level 10 Warp... truly beyond comprehension."

  After sighing in profound admiration, Godshell delicately extended his hand. From a distance, he effortlessly 'collapsed' the Divine Throne hovering in the endless sky into a small, manageable mass, retrieving it into his spatial fold.

  While silently sensing the layers of shattered memories resurfacing in his afflicted mind, he couldn't help but ponder:

  "Why did the Original leave the spaceship on this specific planet? What exactly transpired in the ancient era...?"

  Amidst his rising doubts, a faint sound of supplication drifted up from beneath his feet:

  "...You are the shaper of our kind, the sovereign ruler over all peoples on this world.

  You are the reliever of all suffering, the wellspring of every blessing and auspicious omen..."

  "Hmm."

  Godshell slightly lowered his head, gazing down at the kneeling, gray-skinned, green-patterned youth beneath him in prayer.

  "A lead-based primate lifeform that sustains itself on nuclear radiation. The Original was highly inventive when it came to biological creation."

  With merely a cursory glance, he perceived Tiyan's entire existence.

  This included every memory from birth to full consciousness, along with his embedded hatred, regrets, and deepest yearnings. Even the Lead Simian race's various cultural histories and the entirety of their so-called nuclear fusion martial arts system were rapidly cataloged by Godshell's mind.

  And when Godshell witnessed the little youth's persistent endurance and resistance throughout his journey, his cold, merciless crimson-gold single eye couldn't help but flicker with a hint of genuine appreciation.

  "Truly a tenacious little fellow."

  However, upon realizing that Tiyan’s prayer was specifically for the total annihilation of the Agate Clan, he couldn't help but internally furrow his brow.

  "This directly conflicts with Master's decree."

  Thus, Godshell reluctantly uttered:

  "Tiyan, although it is because of you that I obtained the Divine Throne.

  I must sincerely apologize; I cannot grant your prayer."

  A divine voice, resonant like a grand bell, echoed across the entire volcanic rock plain, simultaneously shattering the youth's hopes.

  "What?!"

  Tiyan, still kneeling, his eyes nearly bursting from shock, looked up at the colossal, mountain-sized giant clad in black armor and asked in utter disbelief: "O, great deity! Why? Why must this be so?!"

  "It is quite simple."

  Godshell's voice, as indifferent as the ancient heavens, resonated again, "While I appreciate your steadfastness and courage, Master has only sanctioned me to eliminate half of the Agate Clan. No entity is permitted to obstruct any of Master's intended outcomes, and that, naturally, includes you."

  "Master?!"

  Tiyan exclaimed in shock, "You are a deity! You are so magnificent and peerless... yet you still have a Master?"

  "Naturally!"

  Godshell stated sternly, "My existence was granted by Master, and my purpose serves only Master. Her greatness far exceeds the limits of your meager imagination!

  Be warned: do not speak irreverently of Master. Should you do so, I will execute you, then proceed to eradicate your entire race and obliterate your planet!"

  "Yes, yes, yes!"

  Tiyan hastily kowtowed deeply, "Great deity, please forgive my lapse in respect. Might I humbly inquire as to the identity of Master...?"

  "Silence!"

  Godshell commanded sternly once more, "That topic is closed. You are too insignificant to even be considered worthy of being Master's subordinate!"

  "I deserve to perish, I deserve to perish! Please grant me your forgiveness!"

  Tiyan once again bowed deeply, "I... I wish to inquire of the great deity, your Master... why does she desire to retain half of the Agate Clan?"

  "Hmm..."

  Godshell mused, "Actually, there is no harm in disclosing this to you, as Master intends to subjugate the Agate Clan as her vassals.

  And deceased servants are utterly meaningless; only living subjects possess value. Therefore, Master only permits a fifty percent attrition rate, meaning I am permitted to eliminate five hundred billion members of the Agate Clan."

  "Wait, wait, wait! Five thousand? Five hundred... billion?!"

  Tiyan's eyes bulged in shock, "Oh, deity, have you perhaps miscalculated? The Agate Clan... they clearly only number just over a million people on this planet!"

  "Oh? Over a million individuals?"

  Godshell's crimson-gold single eye flickered slightly, then he perceived the depth of the youth's contemplation. He couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle:

  "Ah, I see how it is. You actually perceive this minuscule planet beneath your feet as the entirety of existence? Truly absurd.

  Let me inform you, Tiyan, your planet Obast is merely one of nearly two hundred celestial bodies occupied by the Agate Clan.

  And the population of the Agate Clan you currently estimate is only one-millionth of their total populace."

  Tiyan was left stunned upon hearing this: "Two hundred planets... there are that many?!"

  Godshell quietly looked down at him, then abruptly posed the question: "You, have you ever gazed upward toward the universe?"

  "No," Tiyan replied, shaking his head. "I've heard 'the universe' mentioned in casual conversations among my elders, but I have never actually witnessed it myself."

  "What a pitiable, small being you are."

  "If that is the case, then allow me to..."

  Godshell sighed, tilting his gaze toward the heavens, and announced, "I shall show you the universe."

  With that declaration, a vast and immense surge of mental power erupted from his mountain-like physique. It swept outward overwhelmingly, carrying the force capable of supporting the firmament and enveloping the terrestrial sphere—instantly encompassing the arid plains outside the dormant volcano, the patches of scorching desert, the subterranean rivers, the sprawling mountain ranges, and even the planet's entire crust and mass.

  Then, governed by Godshell's god-like will, Obast, which had been slowly revolving for hundreds of millions of years, suddenly 'froze,' becoming perfectly motionless within the boundless cosmos.

  For just a single second of arrested motion, this rocky sphere, spanning over 10,000 kilometers in diameter, instantaneously reversed its rotational direction, transforming abruptly from bright daylight to the onset of night.

  And from Tiyan's vantage point:

  He watched in sheer awe as the deep azure sky overhead, immediately after Godshell spoke, was instantly and entirely replaced by a boundless, dark firmament studded with millions of shimmering points of light.

  "This is..."

  Tiyan stared blankly at the high night sky, gazing upon the bright, twinkling, endless stars.

  Having never before seen the starry night, he instantly experienced an unprecedented shock.

  The brilliant starlight emanating from those distant points, like gleaming jewels, deeply captivated the eyes of this Lead Simian youth.

  He had never conceived that the infinite universe his Grandpa spoke of would present such a magnificent spectacle.

  Tiyan couldn't help but murmur: "Is this the universe? It is truly... beautiful!"

  "Yes."

  Godshell affirmed quietly, "The reality you inhabit is not unique. Just as the surface of the deep underground ocean is obscured by countless millions of boiling vapours, beyond the thick atmosphere of this planet, higher and further than the visible blue sky, there exists a black, starry expanse far more immense than the underground sea."

  Speaking of this, he raised his hand and pointed to a tiny speck of light far in the starry sky, saying:

  "That is another planet, a realm completely distinct from Obast. There, life forms entirely unlike your own may exist, environments entirely unlike this one, and civilizations utterly divorced from the Lead Simian race.

  Those hundreds of thousands of stars represent hundreds of thousands of fundamentally different worlds."

  Upon hearing these words, the youth gazed up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, as if beholding an infinite world beckoning him forth.

  Under this mesmerizing and mysterious contemplation, he lost all track of time and space. He felt an indescribable serenity permeate the atmosphere around him, as if all previous chaos had vanished in that moment, transporting him into the beautiful, fantastical tapestry of stars in the black firmament, allowing him to enter various brilliant, colorful, magical domains.

  Staring at the strange and enigmatic stars above, Tiyan's heart was suddenly flooded with an uncontrollable surge of emotion.

  He yearned to embrace them with all his might.

  He wished to leap into the endless cosmos, to seek out those bizarre planets and unknown forms of life.

  "Enough of the philosophical diversion."

  Godshell interrupted Tiyan's thoughts. "Since your sole desire is the extermination of the Agate Clan on this small planet, then I shall grant your wish."

  The moment the word 'you' left his mouth, the more than a million Agate Clan members distributed across every corner and region of planet Obast instantly experienced their bodies collapsing and their souls dissipating.

  Including Kudel and the group of high-ranking mining company officials who had just ascended beyond the atmosphere in their spaceship, they similarly vanished—body and spirit—leaving behind only puddles of murky liquid mixed with faint specks of light ash.

  Subsequently, the several million Lead Simian men, women, elderly, and youth, who had been held captive in various jails, were also instantly relocated by Godshell, one by one, into the deep crustal settlement zones of the Lead Simian race.

  Then, Godshell looked down at the Lead Simian youth, who was still staring blankly at the heavens, and a flicker passed through his eyes.

  Swoosh—

  In an instant, the shallow and rudimentary nuclear fusion power system within Tiyan’s mind suddenly became infinitely more intricate and profound.

  It surged in a single breath from a level of cultivation that barely grazed the peak of Ordinary Stage Ten, rocketing directly to Transcendent Stage Ten.

  The ceiling of the Lead Simian race's combat power structure was instantaneously elevated by a billionfold by Godshell.

  And Tiyan, too, was trembling uncontrollably as a massive influx of information suddenly erupted and flashed through his mind.

  Amidst this profound shaking, he was also utterly awestruck by the immense and grand new nuclear fusion power system now residing within his consciousness, causing his heart and mind to shake involuntarily.

  Tiyan's personal realm was relatively low, but as a prodigious youth of the Lead Simian race, he naturally possessed vision and inherent talent far exceeding his peers.

  Though the complexity of the new system surpassed all previous imagination, merely grasping the initial sections, Tiyan could sense the terrifying power contained within.

  He was unaware that within the vast Orion Spiral Arm, aside from the rare Milky Way Overlords, a Stage Ten Transcendent was already considered an exceedingly rare master among most civilizations.

  Unless directly targeted by a true star-piercing cannon, ordinary interstellar civilizations were fundamentally incapable of posing a threat to a Stage Ten Transcendent.

  "This is precisely what you earned."

  Godshell quietly observed the youth lying on the ground, struggling to absorb the monumental amount of incoming data, and smiled gently.

  Theoretically speaking, without this youth's persistence, he might never have journeyed to this planet.

  Because this world, named Obast, was approximately five hundred light-years distant from his location at the time.

  Furthermore, it was situated within a Broken Sector more than two hundred light-years beyond the established territory of the Agate Clan Civilization.

  Moreover, the Agate Clan population residing here numbered only about a million—fundamentally not a sufficient reason for Godshell to traverse such a vast distance.

  Fortunately, Tiyan completed this arduous journey, successfully summoning Godshell from five hundred light-years away.

  Otherwise, the Lead Simian race would undoubtedly have been wiped out, and Godshell might never have acquired the Divine Throne.

  "I, Godshell, acknowledge your effort."

  After uttering those words, Godshell turned and stepped into the Wormhole, vanishing from this planet entirely.

  By the time Tiyan had roughly processed the new nuclear fusion cultivation method, several hours had already slipped by.

  When he stood up and unconsciously looked forward, he finally realized.

  Godshell, along with that Wormhole, had long since disappeared from the plain.

  It was as if this black giant had never manifested upon planet Obast.

  "The deity... has departed."

  Tiyan stared in astonishment at the empty expanse before him, remaining silent for a long moment.

  After a prolonged silence, he slowly knelt down, bowing towards Godshell's former location with deep awe and profound reverence.

  Though still young, he clearly understood the immensity of his gain.

  He also knew that it was solely due to this great deity that his entire race had been spared.

  After completing his prostration, Tiyan slowly rose from the ground, gazing toward the sky, his eyes filled with seriousness and powerful aspiration.

  "I must cultivate to Transcendent Stage Ten. One day, I will lead the Lead Simian race... to step out into the universe!"

  ...

  In the boundless, vast void, stars twinkled, shifting between brilliant luminosity and faint obscurity.

  The tens of billions of fragments resulting from the Agate Clan's civilized planet—after Godshell had blasted it apart—had, under the influence of gravity, slowly coalesced into chaotic, shattered asteroid belts.

  Within the turbulent, circling debris field, a silent Wormhole, spanning several thousand meters in diameter, hung motionless.

  Suddenly, the Wormhole abandoned its previous state of quietude. A black-armored giant stepped out from within, vibrating slightly.

  It was Godshell.

  As soon as he emerged from this Wormhole, he didn't even glance back, but simply waved his hand, shattering it into layers of violent spacetime ripples that swiftly swept into the surrounding vast cosmos.

  Godshell leisurely observed the asteroids tens of thousands of kilometers distant, which were being rapidly scoured by the spacetime ripples, causing them to melt and collapse. He murmured:

  "Now that I possess the Divine Throne, I won't need to utilize the slow Sentience Realm Hallway."

  Immediately, he retrieved the golden mass from his spatial fold and hurled it towards the distant void.

  Whoosh—

  In a single second, the golden mass, utilizing near-light speed, traversed tens of thousands of kilometers and fiercely collided with an asteroid the size of a city.

  In the very next instant, the colossal asteroid was violently annihilated from both the inside and out by the surging energy of the Divine Throne, turning into endless clouds of incandescent rock dust.

  Amidst the silent explosion, Godshell lightly stepped, instantly crossing tens of thousands of kilometers. His figure, vague and indistinct, shuttled directly into the Divine Throne.

  It wasn't that he disliked using the main entrance.

  But this spaceship, originating from an ancient super-civilization, was essentially a relatively isolated dimensional space, meaning it fundamentally lacked a physical entrance in the conventional sense.

  Theoretically, to enter the Divine Throne, one must pass through by twisting space.

  And furthermore, it required possessing the corresponding 'entry' code—a specific spacetime vibration frequency.

  Otherwise, even distorting space would only cause one to glide harmlessly past the Divine Throne.

  Whoosh—

  Upon entering the Divine Throne, Godshell felt not the slightest sense of unfamiliarity. Familiar with the established path, he stepped directly into the main control room.

  Though designated a 'room'.

  In reality, it was a brilliant white, triangular hall, one hundred kilometers long on each side and ten kilometers high.

  At first glance, this overwhelmingly colossal hall contained nothing but pure white space, devoid of any visible equipment.

  But Godshell knew the truth.

  Within this nearly empty area, large enough to contain an entire city, countless trillions of Femtometer-level intelligent machines—self-limiting Protons—were constantly swirling and drifting.

  These self-limiting Protons awaited only his directive.

  No need to speak; no need to touch a physical screen.

  As long as a thought was transmitted, the ship's main system would execute it instantaneously.

  The entry and exit protocols for the Divine Throne were completely different from those of low-level civilization spacecraft, and its control methods were naturally worlds apart from those used by lesser civilizations.

  To command it, one had to utilize the so-called 【Virtual-Real Interfacing System】.

  "Activate virtual-real interfacing system."

  As his thought waves radiated from his body, instantaneously detected by the self-limiting Proton cluster and relayed to the ship's main system, this quiet, colossal bright white hall immediately became hazy and dim, transforming into a nearly perfect replica of a vast interstellar space.

  Thus, Godshell felt as if he were standing in the true cosmos.

  He looked around.

  Behind him lay continuous, yet chaotically shattered, asteroid fields.

  Far ahead of him shimmered a tiny, orange-colored speck of light.

  Above, below, to his left and right, was the beautiful, brilliant, boundless universe.

  This was naturally not actual cosmic space, but merely a powerful simulated reality generated within the Divine Throne—a 'virtual-real' landscape.

  "Activate advanced interfacing system."

  Buzz—

  Tens of thousands of crescent-shaped, hazy phantoms emitting brilliant golden light suddenly manifested, enveloping Godshell's three-thousand-meter-tall frame from all directions (front, back, top, bottom, left, right).

  From an overall perspective, he appeared to have been transformed into a perfect golden sphere, constructed from countless brilliant golden crescents.

  This perfectly mirrored the exterior appearance of the Divine Throne.

  Suddenly, an oval-shaped gray meteorite rapidly flew from the distance, intending to streak past Godshell's right side.

  He slightly raised his arm and gently reached out to intercept the approaching object.

  As Godshell performed this grasping motion, the cluster of brilliant crescent moons surrounding his body synchronously extended outwards.

  While extending, it rapidly formed a powerful energy field, manifesting unmistakably like a hand, firmly catching the meteorite that had just grazed past him.

  The perspective rapidly pulled away, moving back to the exterior view of the Divine Throne.

  Outside, an oval-shaped, city-sized colossal meteorite hovered silently tens of kilometers to the right of the spaceship.

  It was as if an invisible, colossal hand had materialized, firmly grasping the meteorite and fixing it stationary in the void.

  Inside the Divine Throne's main control room, Godshell, now 'gripping' the meteorite remotely, applied a slight amount of pressure.

  Crack, crack, crack!

  The invisible force field instantly replicated his movements and intensity, violently crushing the meteorite into hundreds of thousands of gray rock fragments.

  This was virtual-real interfacing at work.

  When Godshell, situated in the main control room, performed a specific action, the Divine Throne would immediately replicate it perfectly in the external world via its Simulated State Interaction Force Field.

  From angle, to intensity, to posture, every detail was precisely accurate.

  Simultaneously, the ship's perspective doubled as the operator's perspective.

  All surrounding scenes and objects, regardless of distance or size, would be displayed proportionally before the operator.

  Inside the main control room.

  "The Divine Throne's Simulated State Interaction Force Field's static output limit is 180 octillion tons."

  Godshell, after quickly reviewing the ship's detailed specifications in his mind, calculated briefly, "That equates to the mass of 90 suns. Hmm, this level of power is acceptable."

  The so-called Simulated State Interaction Force Field was the invisible energy field that had just simulated Godshell's various movements, then perfectly reproduced them in the outside world.

  This virtual force field, possessing extremely deep technical complexity and intricate spacetime structures, and intimately linked to the two fundamental forces—electromagnetism and gravity—could perfectly replicate Godshell's myriad actions—including grabbing, squeezing, pinching, following, twisting, stripping, inserting, breaking, cutting, rotating, bending, tearing, pushing, shattering, emitting, pressing, digging, striking, and more—in the real world.

  And this was merely the simulation of simple kinetic energy manipulation.

  The Simulated State Interaction Force Field could also simulate different energy forms such as electrical energy, light energy, thermal energy, nuclear energy, magnetic energy, sound energy, and so on.

  Because of this capability, the Divine Throne, relying on its Simulated State Interaction Force Field, could easily achieve various star-destroying attack effects in the real universe, such as massive laser cannons, heavy nuclear radiation cannons, ultimate gravity cannons, super ion cannons, and true star-piercing beams.

  Not only that.

  The Simulated State Interaction Force Field could also simulate cosmic natural disasters like interstellar storms, solar flares, comet impacts, and planetary explosions.

  If one's skill was proficient, it could even simulate and reproduce various effects originating from personal superpowers, martial arts techniques, and magic spells.

  And this replication was doubled in magnitude, directly reaching a celestial body level output.

  As long as the numerical values of these simulated effects did not exceed the output limit of the Divine Throne's Simulated State Interaction Force Field, they could be deployed arbitrarily without any difficulty.

  In a sense, even a mortal with zero martial arts training or superpowers, when standing in the Divine Throne's cockpit, could arbitrarily destroy stars, achieving the power level of a Stage Ten Milky Way Overlord.

  Of course, the Divine Throne itself possessed a powerful intelligent system, also supporting automated operation of various functions.

  Ultimately, everything depends on the operator's own choices.

  "No more delaying, let's get to work!"

  Godshell stared at the orange-hued Great Sun, millions of kilometers distant, and abruptly took a forward step.

  "Warp, engage."

  The moment the thought wave manifested, it was received by the self-limiting Proton cluster and instantly relayed to the vessel's primary system.

  Subsequently, a peculiar substance stored within the Divine Throne's complex layered architecture began to be consumed stably and rapidly under the system's precise control, transforming into immense negative energy that was then projected outwards from the ship.

  Buzz—

  Around the Divine Throne, streaks of ephemeral light suddenly ignited in outer space.

  Accompanying the appearance of this phantom light, intense spacetime ripples immediately surged around the vessel.

  Amidst the continuous distortions, a torpedo-shaped warp bubble—three hundred kilometers long, narrow at the front and wide at the stern, its surface scattering wave-like flowing light—slowly constructed itself, suddenly enveloping the entire Divine Throne.

  Next, two massive spheres of distorted space, each two hundred kilometers in diameter, formed from copious amounts of negative energy, simultaneously materialized at the front and rear of the warp bubble.

  One second later, the Divine Throne vanished instantaneously.

  Whoosh—

  At the very instant the ship disappeared, on the surface of that orange celestial body, sixty-three light-years directly ahead along the Divine Throne's trajectory, a narrow, elongated vacuum tunnel, several hundred kilometers in diameter, suddenly opened, piercing entirely through the structure of this colossal, blazing star, both inside and out.

  Within that tunnel, aside from temperatures even more terrifying than the sun's core, there was nothing else.

  This tunnel was the residual trace left by the Divine Throne as it traversed the vastness of the universe.

  Along its flight path, all conventional matter would be instantly incinerated into pure thermal energy, dissipating into the boundless cosmos, leaving not a single atom behind.

  Two seconds later.

  Sixty-three light-years away, a prosperous and highly advanced civilized planet instantly shattered nearly in half, tragically exposing its almost 'molten' interior and core, completely inverted.

  Around its surface, where a gigantic, several-thousand-kilometer-diameter crimson crater had abruptly manifested, dozens to hundreds of colossal crust fragments, instantly heated to a molten state, shot out towards the boundless universe surrounding the planet.

  And hovering silently above the colossal crater—a sight that could only be described as apocalyptic—was the Divine Throne.

  "This velocity is exhilarating... although overshooting is slightly inconvenient."

  Godshell remained impassive. "Estimated that more than half of the Agate Clan population here are deceased. Never mind, I will forfeit the remainder."

  Once his decision was made, he immediately commanded the Divine Throne to simulate a star-piercing cannon and aimed it directly at the planet below.

  Boom!!!

  The planet detonated; all life was annihilated.

  Simultaneously, the Divine Throne immediately initiated its warp sequence and vanished from its original coordinates.

  Three seconds passed.

  Ninety-five light-years away, the Divine Throne abruptly materialized in the vast expanse of space.

  "This time, I finally didn't overshoot."

  Inside the main control deck, Godshell looked at the green planet only a few million kilometers from him and chuckled, "Allendale, 1.5 billion people, quite acceptable."

  Swoosh—

  His colossal, mountain-like form instantly vanished, reappearing outside the Divine Throne.

  Gazing coldly at Allendale, Godshell then retrieved a gray mass from his spatial folding mechanism and cast it far towards the planet.

  Whoosh—

  Ten seconds later, the mass arrived positioned directly above the planet.

  Next, utilizing near-light speed propulsion, it surged almost like a celestial explosion, morphing into a colossal, dark Rubik's Cube, measuring 2 million kilometers along each side.

  The dozens of large and small starships anchored and drifting within that sector were instantly and mercilessly crushed by the rumbling, expanding monolithic Cube. Amidst continuous explosions, they disintegrated into millions of hot, smoking fragments, which, under the planet's gravitational pull, rapidly fell toward Allendale's atmosphere.

  Normally, such a large-scale destruction of starships in space, followed by the atmospheric entry of countless hull fragments, would undoubtedly trigger immense chaos and widespread fear within the Agate Clan society on this planet. Their authorities would also urgently activate all defense protocols to manage such a massive, apocalyptic occurrence.

  But currently, the Agate Clan society on Allendale was entirely oblivious to these lesser matters.

  Countless Agate Clan members now stared blankly upward at the outer sky.

  They looked upon the boundless, gray continent, which now completely obscured the blue sky, hanging inverted above them.

  The continent was dark, utterly silent, and infinitely vast; its edge was nowhere in sight.

  It was like a doomsday harbinger from the deepest parts of the universe, pressing heavily upon the hearts of hundreds of millions of Agate Clan members on Allendale.

  Crushing them into terrified collapse, driving them into frenzied horror.

  "This... Is this a starship? How can it possibly be this enormous?!"

  "Oh, supreme will of the Mother Planet! What, in the cosmos, is this entity?!"

  "Whose flagship is this? It’s too large! This is utterly excessive, isn't it?!"

  There was no intention of initiating communication with this planet.

  Under Godshell's directive, the side of the colossal Rubik's Cube facing the planet's surface instantly clicked open countless dark aperture openings.

  Next, from these numerous orifices, streaks of glistening Tractor Beams suddenly shot forth. Like countless dazzling, splendid, shimmering silken threads, they instantly traversed 100,000 kilometers to various points on the ground, accurately locking onto and enveloping countless Agate Clan members.

  Thereafter, they irresistibly latched onto these sentient life forms, rapidly yanking them skyward, piercing through atmospheric layers, and dragging them toward the innumerable openings on the surface of the Rubik's Cube.

  During this process, a few relatively powerful Agate Clan members managed to forcibly tear free from the Tractor Beams.

  But before they could initiate any further resistance, streaks of crimson light, burning at hundreds of millions of degrees Celsius, shot down from the sky, instantly vaporizing them on the spot.

  Concurrently, the few Agate Clan members who dared to pilot mechs and fighters into the sky to retaliate were also incinerated into hot dust—both machine and pilot—by beams of celestial crimson energy.

  Godshell possessed no patience for these life forms destined merely to become the Master's subordinates.

  Slaves, they should simply await capture obediently. Why resist?

  One minute later, hundreds of millions of Agate Clan members had been drawn into the Rubik's Cube via the Tractor Beams.

  After another five minutes, over a billion Agate Clan members were completely absorbed; not a single individual remained on the entire planet.

  Without further delay.

  Godshell's single crimson-gold eye instantly discharged a dazzling beam that blasted the planet Allendale into absolute oblivion. Then, with swift motion, he turned and re-entered the Divine Throne, activating warp to propel towards the next target.

  Thus, he maintained an efficiency of harvesting all Agate Clan members from a planet every five to ten minutes, systematically encroaching upon the Namora Sector bit by bit.