Chapter 537: Only Humanity Exists in the Universe!

Does this mean that the white sphere in the master's hand is…

Heng looked again at the palm of Zhou Kongming.

This time, His "spirit image" was drawn by some force, no longer merely seeing those dense clusters of tiny white dots.

But instead, He saw the true nature of that white sphere in a more direct way.

Countless basketball-sized spheres, glowing with a faint white light, sprawled across the planet's surface like twisted, malformed limbs.

This sight even made Him, whose thinking was gradually approaching human patterns, feel nauseated.

This was no projection—it was the genuine act of holding in one's palm a planet teeming with a civilization!

Despite lacking any supporting data, He suddenly understood this with absolute certainty.

Spatial compression technology…

And it was spatial compression technology capable of compressing an entire planet without damage!

"Master… formidable."

This technology had utterly surpassed His expectations.

Qixing's current theories could never achieve this.

"The Pinxing No. 1 gene library lies within this planet. Later, I will open a spatial rift—you may arrange to enter and retrieve it."

"Yes!"

Since the master said so, He would do His utmost to cooperate.

But with the genes mutated like this, it's uncertain whether any original samples remain.

If not, then…

Just as His thoughts shifted.

He looked up and saw Zhou Kongming calmly watching Him.

Meeting that indifferent gaze, His heart tightened.

"It seems you still don't understand."

With a sigh, Heng felt all His spirit bound tightly within this body.

Then, an unknown energy He had never seen rose around Him.

Like light rising from the ground—sharp, blinding!

It reminded Him of Qixing civilization's past, the glint of cold weapons.

Soon, Heng realized He and the master before Him were completely enveloped—or rather, the master himself had become part of this "light."

High-dimensional existence?

Ascension of life form?

Though possessing the full computational power of Qixing civilization, His thoughts grew sluggish at this moment; before He could even comprehend what He was seeing, the surrounding "light" vanished.

In its place came endless, near-obliterating light and heat.

His body seemed ready to melt; His nascent, fragile spirit would gradually weaken in this boundless light and heat!

Terror, despair, and a faint confusion…

He did not know what had befallen Him, but He understood He was undergoing "death."

Is death really this terrifying?

Heng desperately wanted to flee this, but found Himself utterly powerless.

Until a calm voice reached His ears:

"This star."

The sensation of His spirit being scorched, on the verge of annihilation, vanished instantly.

The boundless light and heat disappeared from His vision, replaced by a single star, its brightness dimmed to visibility, quietly suspended in the profound void of space.

Around it orbited several planets, forming a complete planetary system.

Of course, all were desolate.

"2.71 million light-years from Qixing."

As His vision pulled back, the planetary system shrank into an imperceptible dot; a vast galaxy, over a hundred thousand light-years in diameter, containing a hundred billion stars, appeared before Him.

Logically, He could not observe an entire galaxy.

Yet now, everything was undeniably present within His perception—His spirit's perception.

Then came a straight, razor-thin blade of light, nearly spanning half the galaxy.

In silent stillness, a lifeless corner of the colossal galaxy shattered, vanished, and sank into eternal darkness…

His perception exceeded even the speed of light, witnessing this directly.

A million? Ten million?

Countless stars perished within that straight, razor-thin blade of light. "In the universe, only humanity exists. If humanity perishes, then stars, galaxies, and all of the universe have no reason to exist."

Again, that calm voice resonated deep within His spirit.

Heng trembled, turned back—and met only that same calm gaze.

"Including you. Do you understand?"

"I, I understand…"

At this moment, His fear of Zhou Kongming personally finally aligned with His fear of "human extinction."

…

…

Mission World 4.

Compared to before, when perpetual clouds shrouded the world in perpetual gloom.

The world today has, after a long absence, welcomed a stretch of fine weather.

Even the great sun hanging in the vault of heaven no longer looked as dim and muted as before, bringing a measure of new vitality to the broken land.

Several streaks of flowing light shot out from within the protective grand formation and arrived before that original rift of chaos.

Among them were old and young, their auras varied high and low, and their races were all different.

The highest among them was only at the early stage of Soul Transformation, while the lowest had only just reached Jin Dan.

Just like that, they watched from a place far from the sword formation for quite a while…

A cultivator in flowing white robes, yet with an exceedingly burly build, finally could not help but step forward a bit.

Feeling the continuously drifting forth of pure spiritual energy, a trace of intoxication flashed through his eyes.

How long, how long has it been since I last felt spiritual energy this pure.

Seeing him act thus, more and more people stepped forward, feeling the pure spiritual energy drifting forth.

In the end, only one crane-haired, child-faced elder remained standing in place, not having stepped forward:

"This sword formation and net—I wonder who wrought them—to actually be able to grind and refine chaos and mend the rift."

Seeing everyone intoxicated in the spiritual energy, some even beginning to breathe and meditate on the spot, he could not help but remind them:

"Everyone, this spiritual energy is soothing the wounds of heaven and earth; we'd better endure it a while longer."

The moment these words fell, the white-robed burly man standing at the very front was displeased.

"Damn if I care about all that."

Sharp fangs flickered with a chilling, heart-jarring cold light.

His true form was actually an aberrant tiger.

"This world gave up the ghost long ago—didn't you see those Return-to-Void cultivators, every last one of them, run off?!"

Most of this world's Return-to-Void cultivators perished along with the world's ascension; the remaining Return-to-Void cultivators instead remodeled the nearby minor worlds and, treating realms as boats, went off in search of new worlds.

Even most of the elite cultivators were taken away, so all that remained were the likes of them—the old, weak, sick, and crippled with no backing and no background, waiting to die.

"Waiting for it to be repaired might as well be me ascending to Return-to-Void myself."

The elder: "…"

Is Return-to-Void really that easy to achieve?

But then, thinking that this big cat belonged to the 'crippled' among the old, weak, sick, and crippled—a brain-damaged fool who, despite having a quota slot for escape, had somehow bungled it…

He let it go.

"Don't you humans have a saying? My fate is mine, not heaven's!"

The tiger yao looked at the sword formation and laughed, wild and arrogant.

He!

The peerless Demon King, Da Bao!

Must take control of his own destiny.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rang out between heaven and earth.

A bolt from the clear sky!

A streak of pitch-black Lei Guang tore through the space between heaven and earth, striking the tiger yao squarely without the slightest deviation, blasting him on the spot into smoke and ash. (End of chapter)