Anyone who tried to invade Duva on the level of mind, spirit, or consciousness would invariably be shocked by the scene within his brain.
After all, as the primary consciousness, guarded by the consciousnesses of countless Xenomorphs, he was an exceedingly rare life-form even across the entire universe.
Duva had long since realized that the greater the number of Xenomorphs, and the stronger their average strength, the more powerful the force guarding him would become.
Accordingly, the psychic power Duva could wield would grow stronger as well. There would even be no problem completing his personal Xenomorph Astral Projection in the future. As long as his consciousness was strong enough, whenever he descended—even across universes—the pressure would be shared among countless Xenomorphs.
That was right. Just as Ancient One cultivated large numbers of ascetics to share the burden of debt, Duva had embarked on a path that seemed similar on the surface but was fundamentally different in reality. Using the traits of his own abilities, he had accomplished something akin to building a magical system.
Ancient One studied the person before her. A few seconds ago, he had been Duva. Now, he had returned to being Reynolds and a Xenomorph Larva.
She had not explored Duva's mind, but she vaguely sensed that the spiritual structure within him was unlike anything ordinary.
"Too many people think Duva is lucky, that he happened to create the Xenomorphs or accidentally acquired them from some hidden dimension. But in truth, Duva himself is the most extraordinary one."
Ancient One sighed softly. The same old thought returned to her: if this had been decades or even centuries ago, she, as the Sorcerer Supreme, would certainly have used every means at her disposal to suppress Duva and prevent him from expanding his influence too far on