Can the Bloodline of the Creator Be Tainted by the Genetic Information of the World's Greatest Sinner?!

The Five Elders looked at each other, wondering how the conversation had involuntarily steered towards that important figure.

"What nonsense are you spouting? What kind of person is that? How could he possibly conduct experiments on such a despicable and shameless being, someone as lowly and base as a mortal? Are you out of your mind?!"

Jaigolusia Satan hurriedly added, his gaze involuntarily sweeping towards the Flower Room.

Already so panicked that he had forgotten all about his composure, Izanbaron V. Nassjuro subconsciously touched his bald head, his lips twitching slightly.

His strength is formidable and mysterious; he possesses an immortal body, and his potential is no less than that of Uchiha Huayue ...

These conditions, when summarized, seem to suggest that they are the beings above them, the kings who rule the entire world, the supreme beings among the Celestial Dragons.

"This is insane! Absolutely insane! This proposal must not be passed; it is a blasphemy against the legitimacy of us, the descendants of the Creator!"

"Marcus Maz said righteously," said Shepard X. Pitt, glancing around.

"What proposal? Aren't we deciding whether to use the genetic information of the Lunarian Race, Oni Race, or Giant Race to cultivate the World Government's most powerful weapon?"

The group exchanged glances and quickly put the topic out of their minds. However, a strange seed remained buried in the minds of the Five Elders, which dared not sprout or even think about it.

"Then, what race's bloodline should be used to nurture this seed that, with a little cultivation, can rival Nika?"

The problem that had been giving them a headache was back on the table. Just when the Five Elders were at their wits' end, instead of a knock at the door, someone pushed the door open.

"My esteemed Five Elders, Lord Imu has been waiting for a long time at the Throne of Emptiness..."

In the thick shadows, the maidservant serving Imu spoke softly, and the Five Elders all stiffened, subconsciously glancing at each other.

Could it be that someone is being held accountable? How could it be so fast, without even giving them a moment to react!

"This is troublesome."

Jaygolucia Satan Saint coughed twice, and the others silently followed.

In Pangaea Castle, on the Throne of Emptiness surrounded by 19 sharp swords, a figure shrouded in darkness slowly opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils revealing a solemn expression.

"Lord Imu, have you decided to extinguish that light in history?"

The Five Elders, who hold the highest authority in the world and openly rule over all the Celestial Dragons, bowed respectfully and raised their questions.

Unexpectedly, instead of pointing the blade at the map in front of him as usual, Imu waved to the maid.

A moment later, the maidservant, carrying a tray, walked silently to the Five Elders, like pilgrims surrounding a sacred figure.

"Keep this safe and make sure you eradicate that light that could burn down the entire world. Uchiha Huayue, I await your victory report..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Imu flicked his sleeve and disappeared from the Throne of Emptiness.

Jaigolusia Satan's pupils trembled as he looked shakily at the crimson blood on the tray. Suddenly, he felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

"Lord Imu, have we truly reached such despair that we must allow the genetic information of the world's most heinous sinners to taint the bloodline of the Creator?!"

"Lord Jaigolusia Satan, once the experimental subject is fully developed, Imu will personally train him so that he is born to stand beside the Creator."

The maidservant whispered her words, which shocked the other Five Elders. They all acknowledged the order and fled from the Throne of Emptiness as if they were escaping.

Meanwhile, in Pangaea Castle, within the Flower Room.

On the Video Den Den Mushi, terrifying scenes unfolded one after another: the jet-black Tailed Beast Bomb, bizarre fighting styles, and all sorts of unbelievable sights repeated endlessly.

Imu rested his chin on his hand, his blood-red eyes unblinking as he silently observed the endless battle, his gaze unreadable...

In addition, an enormous straw hat lay quietly in a corner among the Flower Room, as if witnessing the countless tragedies that had occurred over the past nine hundred years.

The accompanying maid quietly placed a photograph on the table. In the photograph, a little girl with long sky-blue hair and a bright, sunny smile was happily facing the camera.

His eyes darted around, shifting from the battle log to the figure in the photograph, his gaze deep as he fell into deep thought.

The next morning, her long, flowing hair brushed against her chest, and when she awoke from her sleep, her playful little hand gently touched her forehead.

"Brother, it's dawn..."

"It was Hiyori, dawn broke, but I had no feeling at all. It was as if I had never been asleep, and I kept repeating the same dreamlike scenes, each one completely different in detail."

Subconsciously shaking her head, forcing herself to wake up from the dream, Huayue withdrew her gaze from that dazzlingly beautiful body and turned to the window.

Water 7, having been cleaned by the Aqua Laguna, was exceptionally clean, as if it had undergone a thorough cleaning.

The dockworkers were once again engrossed in their work, especially the large ship being assembled from strange metal pieces, which required the participation of half of the dock's workforce.

"At this rate, it will only take a week to complete the initial phase. The employees at Galley-La Company are even more capable than expected..."

Upon hearing this, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her back, and she spoke softly.

"It's only a week, but I truly wish this week could stretch to thousands of years, always being neither too short nor too long..."

Her tone was sweet and charming, and the tenderness within it was enough to make anyone fall in love with her.

"Time is still long, endlessly long, and that's enough..."

The busy figures on the dock did not notice the gaze coming from afar. Rob Lucci, who had been silent all along, quietly and discreetly placed a non-Den Den Mushi) listening device on the sticky part of the ship's metal.

"What an outrageous guy. I never imagined that the owner of this ship would be one of the Four Emperors, and the most unpredictable one at that. No wonder CP0 would provide such valuable surveillance equipment."

Kaku, known as the Mountain Wind" among the boatmen and an excellent runner, muttered to himself, finding the situation extremely troublesome.

"This has nothing to do with us. Our only task is to assist. Success or failure depends entirely on luck. This kind of task that can only rely on luck is truly disgusting."

With a cold gaze, despite his utter disdain for the so-called Four Emperors, Lucci chose to abandon his emotions and install surveillance equipment one by one.

"A massive ship made entirely of metal—what is the owner of this ship planning? What a strange person..."

Bari, who had just taken a break from his heavy work, shook his head slightly and was about to have a smoke when newspapers began to fall from the sky.

"What's this?"

After picking it up and taking a look, Bari froze on the spot, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is way too much! Is this ocean about to change again?"