The Universe Cheers for Your Birth!

"Gravity parameters have broken through the threshold! He actually succeeded in altering some universal constants. He did it, a mortal achieved a miracle only gods can create."

Everyone's gaze was frozen. As a special elite team within the Taotie, they were aware of the higher-ups' so-called plan.

However, they all thought the higher-ups were dreaming. Even though they were Karl's dogs, elites were still elites, especially for a civilization as advanced as the Taotie.

They had their pursuits, their dreams. But they had no choice. Death God Karl had, through various means, deeply etched the words "Death God" into their very genes.

From beginning to end, the Taotie civilization had only one goal: to become stronger, to create more death, and to please Death God Karl.

As for why the Taotie, under Shi Hao's leadership, spent over 500 years pursuing the opportunity to ascend to a God-making civilization, that's a story for another time.

Yet, seeing this ordinary Divine River Body, wielding power comparable to a god in mortal form as they neared death, reignited hope in their hearts.

Cole's eyes couldn't open from the sudden burst of red light from the central control console. His hands clenched the vibrating metal surface tightly.

The data on the monitor was jumping wildly within the Taotie's comprehension:

- Gravity Anomaly: Local gravity within the cabin fluctuated chaotically between 0.3G and 173G.

- Metal Phase Transition: Armor plates inexplicably exhibited superfluid properties.

- Energy Overload: Nuclear fusion core output reached 4700% of its designed value.

"The iridium alloy skeleton in Engine Bay Three has melted!" a repairman screamed, pointing at the monitoring screen. The interstellar metal, which should have been heat-resistant, was drooping like a candle, the dripping liquid metal solidifying into twenty-sided quasicrystal structures in mid-air.

A grating tearing sound came from the warship's outer hull, as if countless giant hands were crushing the entire vessel into scrap metal.

The command cabin's holographic projection had already distorted into a bizarre spiral. The figure curled up within a pool of light, the light energy pool, was desperately devouring all energy.

The gravity field surrounding Yuan was like a greedy mouth, bending even the projected light beams into arcs when they got within three meters of him.

"A gravitational singularity is forming!" the adjutant's voice was fragmented amidst the alarms. "Space is collapsing in sections five through eight! We're losing our propulsion engines! If this continues, we'll be captured by the star's gravity before the spacetime curvature tears us apart."

Cole wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The scientist's screams annoyed him.

As his fingertip brushed across the control panel, he felt a subtle spatial ripple—a precursor to spacetime curvature distortion.

This was beyond the Taotie's capabilities. However, as an elite civilization under Karl, although he couldn't understand the knowledge of God-making civilizations, he had received extensive advanced education.

He stared at the wildly fluctuating numbers on the energy monitor. Yuan's body was consuming solar radiation at a rate of three thousand tons of mass-energy conversion per second, far exceeding the battleship's hull design limits.

"Initiate the antimatter annihilation program. Add all the antimatter," Cole's voice sounded as if from another dimension, sending a chill down their spines.

"Yes, Officer." The experienced science officer quickly understood Cole's intention.

Aside from a few God-Slaying Weapons that had leaked from the Dead Song Academy, loading enough antimatter annihilation program was arguably the Taotie's greatest trump card.

The key was the energy pulse generated by a sufficient burst, which had the potential to briefly rewrite local spacetime curvature. This could delay the gravity field's effect on the battleship, giving them enough time to escape the star's gravitational pull.

As for Yuan, his body was slowly repairing itself. Once the battleship reached a safe zone, they could slowly collect stellar energy to heal him.

"Ammunition bay unlocked!" the science officer roared. "Remaining antimatter reserves: seven thousand eight hundred grams, charging!"

Cole's fingers became a blur on the virtual keyboard. The battleship's outer armor plates bloomed like metal flowers, and three hundred spherical compartments detached from the hull, rotating in the anti-gravity field.

Detonation countdown: three, two, one...

The universe fell silent at this moment. (It was silent to begin with, perhaps we just can't hear it.)

The instant seven thousand eight hundred grams of antimatter came into contact with matter, the command cabin's observation window was dyed pure white. Cole felt his retinas burning.

Amidst the blinding light exploding from the monitor, the Taotie seemed to witness a miracle:

- Spacetime curvature was reshuffled by the energy impact.

- Raging wormhole clusters were violently stitched together.

- The spacetime curvature created by Yuan and the antimatter annihilation energy achieved a delicate balance.

Everyone watched the scene before them as two entangled singularities began to form. The gravitational vortex created by Yuan and the energy pulse from the antimatter annihilation tore web-like cracks in spacetime in the vacuum.

"Curvature readings are abnormal!" the adjutant's scream was tinged with tears. "The spatial structure is... self-repairing?"

"Gravity readings plummeting! Spatial parameters returning to normal! We're alive!!!"

Cole suddenly understood. When the pseudo-singularity formed by the annihilation energy collided with Yuan's gravity field, the collapsing spacetime curvature found a new point of equilibrium.

It was like placing two equal weights on a taut membrane; the violent oscillations instead neutralized the spatial distortion.

Outside the observation window, the detonated antimatter drew the starlight within a thousand-mile radius into the energy vortex. The solar storm and the annihilation pulse resonated, and a golden-red torrent of energy poured down like a celestial river. The unretracted energy collectors absorbed all the energy even more frantically.

For a time, the energy collector's quantum chromodynamic membrane began to evaporate, a sign that the energy density had exceeded the critical value of the strong interaction. In the next moment, the entire energy collector exploded.

However, fortunately, at the last moment, Yuan's body seemed to have had its fill.

"Gene chain recombination progress 98%... 99%..."

The synthesized voice of the battleship's central system suddenly chimed. Cole then noticed that all the control consoles were lit with unfamiliar runes.

Those symbols, flowing with dark golden halos, were beyond his comprehension. Like a child seeing the letters of a foreign language, he could recognize their form but not their meaning.

When the light faded, only crystallized Yuan remained in the medical bay. His body presented a suffocating perfection:

"Vital signs stability at 100%..." the medical officer's voice trembled like a candle in the wind, "Super dark energy index detected."

"It's already caught up to the index around Dead Song Academy. We, we've witnessed the birth of a god." Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

At this moment, Yuan's heart resumed its normal rhythm. Cole wondered if it was psychological, but he felt the sound growing louder and louder.

The resonance effect between the gravitational waves Yuan unconsciously released and the circulatory systems of the personnel in the cabin caused the heartbeats of all the Taotie to synchronize, beating faster and faster until they could barely control themselves.

The next instant, the crystals outside Yuan's body shattered, and he opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time.

What perfect eyes they were, with projections of star rivers and the universe swirling in the depths of his pupils.

Every breath he took created unimaginable energy fluctuations within the bridge, and the Taotie soldiers' eyes felt a stinging sensation, as if they had been attacked by energy.

"Warning! Local CP symmetry completely broken!" The monitoring system went into a frenzy.

Yuan seemed to wave his hand subconsciously, and all the screaming detection equipment immediately went dead, plunging the entire spaceship into complete silence.

"My consciousness has been awake the whole time. It seems you were saving me? But we don't seem to be the same race. I think I was captured by you, right?"

A gentle voice sounded in Cole's ear, and he immediately relaxed his grip on the launch button of the God-Slaying Weapon, his face tense.

"From the moment you became a god, there have been no more prisoners on this ship." Cole lowered his head, a gesture of respect to a high-ranking member of the Taotie civilization.

"Salutations to you, Your Excellency! The universe cheers for your birth!"

"Salutations!"

"Salutations!"

Everyone placed their right hand over their chest and bowed before Yuan.