It Was Just So...

Since previous Saint Son married Saintess, the Saintess still have the authority to direct bishops in various places. This is not a legal power, but an invisible one.

"These costs are too heavy to bear; I feel he won't be able to become the Saint Son using conventional methods in the fifth volume."

"I don't know." Mu Hongyuan shook his head and changed the subject. "How's your plan going?"

"Not so good. The theoretical path was stifled, but it's fortunate that it was stifled," Su Luo replied.

"Oh, how so?"

Mu Hongyuan had been busy with his studies and raising his dog these past two days. By the time the news reached her, it had already been filtered through several rounds, and the latest intelligence about the Imperial Capital hadn't yet reached her.

"If you want to pursue an academic path, you have to develop in the Imperial Capital, but just yesterday, the Imperial Capital was purged. If I were to confront the Pope there, I would most likely not escape." Su Luo's words, though calm, carried a hint of bloodlust.

"The Pope personally intervened, and the empire's top brass was also mobilized. Anyone who seemed amiss, whether Survivor or a local, was slaughtered. The Imperial Capital's population dropped by 60% directly; those remaining are likely either relatives or crippled."

"How many?!"

Mu Hongyuan was shocked.

What does it mean that the empire's high command massacred their own capital?

Unbelievable! The higher-ups in this country are all a bunch of lunatics!

"The Essence of this world is ultimately the Awakened Awakened, and the gap between Awakened is still extremely large. Dozens of bishops working together can easily slaughter an entire empire. In a sense, people should be grateful for the external pressure brought by [the Calamity]." Su Luo also found it somewhat absurd.

The capital was massacred by its own people.

If Ansen knew this news, he would probably feel fortunate. If he had become the Saint Son and gone to the Imperial Capital to hand over power, he would most likely be dead by now.

Survivors: Invading, reforming, competing, overturning tables, rioting—all for the sake of gaining World Influence.

Local natives: How about we try massacring the capital?

You know, it's just...

"What about industrial reform..." Mu Hongyuan asked.

She was aware of the situation; the surrounding Survivors were a diverse group with various Divine Abilities, making the resistance extremely difficult.

You can choose from the following factions:

If our development can't keep up with yours, then we'll steal your results and endlessly produce finished products.

If our development can't keep up with yours, they'll sabotage your products and influence, and launch personal attacks at any time.

They never develop themselves; they just target whoever does.

Development was too difficult; everything was destroyed.

"She has no potential either," Kundina replied.

"Yes, industrial development is actually just an experimental route. A large part of it is for show, to put pressure on other Survivors. A small part is used to change the world," Su Luo agreed.

Based on Qi Yuan's previous experience, the Steam Age was just one era in this world, and it wouldn't last long. It was estimated to last only seven to ten days before it ended.

All forces that pursue industrial development and gradual progress actually fail to reap the benefits.

"So, we're all counting on you, Fairy!"

Su Luo sighed and looked at Kundina beside her:

"I will continue to improve the satellite to detect both the Empire and areas beyond it. But the Survivors will definitely be stressed, and I might still need to trouble you then."

Kundina nodded slightly.

"Damn, that's awesome!"

Beside a Chaos realm, Ye Fan watched as the center of the distant continent was endlessly swallowed by a dark sphere, and gave Layton a thumbs up.

The two are currently in Large Dungeon whose main theme is "survival"—to survive the interdimensional battles in the Primordial World.

This place is home to a terrifying number of powerful civilizations, each with its own unique system and varying combat strength.

Ye Fan and Layton have been drifting in this Chaos land for eight days, and in those eight days they have seen more than they have seen in the Land of Darkness in three months.

World Devouring, which devour planes to sustain themselves, are as large as celestial bodies. They extend tongue-like tentacles from the Void, wrap around a moon-sized satellite, and stuff it entirely into their mouths.

Emperors who divided the land and ascended to immortality, their entire nations becoming immortals, their territories boundless. Immortals, whose Dao Foundation countless beings, sit atop a lotus flower, eyes closed, each breath carrying the lives of countless beings...

Countless powerful beings wage war against each other in this Void where tens of thousands of smaller planes are interconnected. Countless civilizations compete to develop, cooperate, and wage war, with Epics and tragedies unfolding together.

In the midst of this magnificent epic, the arrival of the Survivors adds a tiny, insignificant disaster to this doomed world.

"The device for creating this Black Hole was funded by a civilization that fell into the Land of Darkness; their technology is quite advanced," Layton said earnestly.

The two had just encountered some filth that was difficult to get rid of. Layton instantly teleported to the other party's old home and threw out a box about half a meter long and wide. A miniature but infinitely expanding Black Hole appeared.

"So powerful? It's a pity the civilization that crashed near our area isn't very friendly; I can't defeat them yet."

Ye Fan sighed, then continued to move at high speed with Layton through the Void Sea between planes. The Void Sea was not a sea, but a Chaos region composed of countless tiny particles.

The two passed through the gaps between the particles at an absurd speed, but on the scale of the Void Sea, they looked like two wriggling maggots.

The two met shortly after entering Dungeon Dungeon, but eight days have passed since Dungeon and they haven't encountered a single Survivor from another world.

After all, this world is far too vast. The two had just left their initial small plane and begun to explore outwards. More than a thousand Survivors scattered across this vast area were as insignificant as a pile of shit falling into the Pacific Ocean.

"By the way, Heavenly Emperor Ye Fan, you seemed to have admitted in the World Channel that you are Forbidden Existence..."

After spending several days together, Layton couldn't help but ask Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's true origins are arguably one of the most intriguing questions among the Survivors of World No. 9527.

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Ye Fan responded calmly, and after a while, continued:

"In a sense, you can consider my predecessor as the first life on Earth, but not something like the Heavenly Dao or the World Will."

"What is that?" Layton asked instinctively. Several answers had already flashed through his mind:

The first cell? The first intelligent life? The first self- Copy organic molecule?

Have you ever seen the Maggot Tribe?

"You've heard of the cuckoldry fantasy literature in Central Lands, right? Are you the Black King? Or something like the World Tree?" Layton had actually done some research during his time with Zone 76.

I initially thought it would be an erotic novel because I heard the female lead had been sexually assaulted, but it turned out to be Layton wanted to read, which was very disappointing. I think the author really did some private placement.

"Power has nothing to do with them." Ye Fan shook his head, denying it decisively. "But survival is related."

"Every so often, a new personality will form to maintain one's mental well-being."

Layton clicked his tongue in amazement. "You're an ancient monster from billions of years ago!"

"Nonsense." Ye Fan held up one finger and laughed, "Just turned eighteen."

"Then I'm old enough to be your father," Layton said bluntly.

"... Can't you show me some respect? I'm Rainbow Badge."

Seeing Layton's less-than-ideal mental state, Ye Fan's lips twitched slightly, reminding him of Shan Yixian, whom he had once encountered—that guy was quite interesting.

A staunch supporter of traditional culture and an advocate of new-era thought.

For those with stronger backgrounds and capabilities than ourselves, we should firmly support the new era's ideas and advocate for friendly coexistence.

For those with less power and background than themselves, they firmly uphold the treasures of traditional culture and support the hierarchical system.

"Okay, in terms of actual age, you're old enough to be my dad. In terms of mental age, I'm old enough to be your dad. Let's each be honest with each other."

The particles in the Void Sea were shattered by the two, producing a series of soft, shattering sounds like glass beads colliding. Their figures grew smaller and smaller in the Chaos Void until they were completely engulfed by the constantly Annihilation particles.