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The red lump of flesh pulsed softly, its rhythm seeming like the cadence produced by life itself.

The essence and power contained within this red flesh sphere could indeed be called life, but it currently had no soul, no thoughts, no will.

It was merely a pure lifeform,

not yet worthy of being called a "living being."

However,

that was precisely what Shab Nurniens wanted.

She had her servants draw upon the blood essence and souls of living beings to forge this red flesh sphere, using it as a vessel for her descent.

This was far more grand and impressive than when she had descended back then.

Back then, she had stolen a human infant whose "fate" and "temperament" resembled her own to use as a vessel. That had left her extremely weak upon descending, to the point where Earth's many powerhouses had chased her around like a dog. Even after all these years of growth, she had only refined her body to the strength of a seventh-rank superhuman on Earth.

But the strength of her essence was far more than that! Even now, the sacred throne belonging to her ancestral station remained within the Spirit Realm.

Most of her essence still remained upon that throne.

If all of her essence could descend upon Earth, she would not have been driven away by merely a few Earth powerhouses joining forces when subspace had first begun to settle.

Otherwise, she could have eliminated the sequence target on the threat list foretold by Supreme Wisdom.

Unfortunately,

one wrong step led to every subsequent step going wrong.

Now, all of Earth's powerhouses had cast aside their past grudges in the face of this immense crisis and united, forming a vast spiderweb.

Move one thread, and the whole web moved! That was why she