Nine Steps to Godhood and a Paramecium's Self-Cultivation

The white light on the Holographic Screen faded.

The Chaos Sea returned to its viscous gray. There was no roar of an energy detonation, nor any phenomenon of collapsing rules.

Zangzhou, the Royal Immune Beast whose bulk rivaled hundreds of galaxies, quietly split into two halves.

Dark-red High-Dimensional Tissue Fluid surged out like a breached Star River. The enormous corpse lost its momentum and slowly drifted away along the Chaos Qi Current.

The Abyss Core was so silent that not even breathing could be heard.

Yang Yu stared fixedly at the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing.

At the instant the white light swept past, his True Spirit suffered an extraordinarily brutal jolt through the God Devourer Origin Fire connection he had previously dispersed.

"Pfft!"

Yang Yu's chest jolted violently, and he sprayed a mouthful of Divine Blood with a gray-gold sheen onto the Control Console.

Before the blood could dissipate into energy, the lingering coercion erased it from midair.

He had merely grazed the edge of it.

Not even the edge, really. Simply sensing that light had severely injured his Fleshly Body.

"Xiao Ji." Yang Yu raised a hand to wipe the blood from his lips, his voice hoarse as sandpaper. "Did you record the energy level of that light?"

The mechanical eyes of the God of All Machines flashed red frantically, while a scorched smell rose from its core. "Unable to record. The opponent's attack did not employ this universe's physical laws. Its Underlying Logic exceeds the Abyss's current analytical limit. System recommendation: immediately sever all external connections and enter a state of absolute silence!"

In the corner, Moro, the shattered Dodecahedron, convulsed violently. Cracks covered his Crystal surface, and his electronic voice squealed like a duck being strangled.

"It shouldn't be here! Why is it here?! It's over,