Chapter 1111: Daoist Sect Invasion? (Part 3)

“Slowly passing?”

Shire was momentarily stunned, and before he could express his doubt, he immediately sensed something and squinted his eyes toward the distant Tingen City.

Chaos, evil, corruption…

The offspring of the Evil God was about to be born in Tingen City.

His eyes shifted several times. At that moment, many clues came together, making Shire suddenly realize something.

——Sealed Object 0-08!

——It could only be the 0-level sealed object lost by the Night Church!

The discord in fate he detected during this period must be because of it, and it was precisely because of it that that rat managed to escape from his grasp!

It’s said that this 0-level sealed object is extremely bizarre. Once someone knows of its existence, it, in turn, knows the existence of that person and everyone that person has come into contact with. The more one understands it, the more likely one is to be written into the story it weaves, encountering all sorts of inexplicable events. And the stories it writes always become reality, having once caused the death of an Angel!

If that’s the case, everything makes sense.

Shire completely grasped it at that moment; he truly could not know the intentions of the Gods in advance; otherwise, he would undoubtedly be detected by 0-08.

And from capturing the Hidden Sage, all the way to sending him to Tingen ahead of time to lurk, to the Secret Gazer piece unknowingly controlled, and the divine revelation that was only transmitted today, all these signs faintly hinted at a terrifying truth… The Great Gods not only knew of the existence of 0-08, knew it would appear in Tingen, but might have even exploited its characteristics.

As an Angel, he didn’t know the truth of the divine descent, merely a fa?ade drawing attention.

As a result, 0-08 was kept hidden, not only failing to sabotage the Great God’s plan, but its actively woven story was conveniently utilized?

If this is the case, then the current “birth of the Evil God” might originally have been arranged by 0-08… unfortunately, it painstakingly built a stage, only to have its script stolen in the end.

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Amidst the starry sky.

The struggle had also reached a fevered stage.

Even among the other Old Ones, they all joined the fray, while earlier, when the cosmic entities and Mother Goddess fiercely clashed, they merely watched with a tacit understanding, occasionally doing something small to see if they could gain any benefit. But at this moment, they deliberately showed their hands without hesitation.

Primordial Hunger, Destiny’s Ring, Star Sovereign, Unquenchable Whispers, King of Decay, High-Dimensional Overseer…

These Old Ones, each mastering different rights and symbols, the most powerful in the universe, simultaneously partook in the chaos, and even though they did not reach the truly enraged state like Mother Goddess, they displayed unparalleled Power… for they were manifestations of the universe’s operating Powers themselves, their presence representing the most terrifying phenomena and concepts.

——The cries of emptiness and greed echoed through Stellaris, hunger devoured the essence inherent in all Life, sparking a desire instinct within cells, forging the Soul of gluttony within circuits…

——Murmurs of longing and possession reverberated along the timelines, moments and eternity overlapped like cycles, easily causing the temporal sequence to collapse and unravel, polluting reasons, consequences, and processes, corrupting past, present, and future…

——Existence surrounded by countless blazing huge spheres burned fiercely, as if producing nuclear fusion fire through fission, constantly plundering external matter to convert into thermal energy to sustain its own combustion, even hastening the decay of stars, evaporating black holes…

“It’s useless…”

At this moment, a voice tinged with a slight sense of flippancy rang out.

“If you want to stall me, actually you don’t need that much trouble, because I’m also stalling you…”

The superior speech seemed to possess undeniable Power, as well as decide meaningful explanation, much like the Creator casting a dice, based on the Points rolled to determine the world’s form of existence — thus at the instant it fell, these words concretely changed the world and became a predetermined reality.

The Old Ones keenly sensed a sort of discord…

As if the space they occupied was severed from the time axis, expelled…

Upon instant realization, the Fallen Mother Goddess found herself isolated within the Solar System, all the other Old Ones had vanished.

In truth, such a situation unfolded on all the Old Ones, each discovering the star system contained only themselves, with all others gone, unperceived existence, except for that silent Demon God in front…

Next, all the Old Ones must individually confront this troublesome adversary.

Among them, only the High-Dimensional Overseer managed to escape, avoiding entrapment in the maze of possibilities, yet this did not mean ease as the weapon suppressing the stars immediately bombarded their brain…

“A bunch of old guys not even looking at their age, trying to snatch a child’s ticket from a young person like me, truly a decline in social customs…”

In the temporarily emptied Solar System, the Magician yawned and stretched lazily, looking at the azure planet below. Had Mr. Huang been considerate, he should have ventured here long ago, without forcibly dragging it out for yet another one and a half centuries.

With the time available, he could have initiated the “Wandering Earth” plan, taking the planet and making off.

However fortunately, he had finally secured a ticket, though a child’s ticket, it was still decent. The Old Ones recognized this opportunity, hence the rapid actions, albeit the ticket only being one, as they each hold mutual fear, save for the true rage-driven action of the Falling Mother Goddess —

Each held reservations, even competing among fellow entities.

Resulting in seeming concerted action, a grand racket, without the envisioned terror…

The Magician’s authority couldn’t trap them for overly long, yet merely a little time was enough to calmly finalize his plan’s last step.

“There’s still time, I can adjust the Build a bit… emmmmm, let me see what plugins are usable…” He estimated the entrance time while swiftly adjusting the upcoming role configuration. “Hmm, Taigong Wang’s God-Beating Whip seems quite fitting, its specialty against Divinity is very useful in such a world, perhaps I should fashion a Daoist alt…”

But if that’s the case, it must let the God of Poverty witness the true diversity of the Transmigrator—

Let Klein understand the Transmigrator not only starts from a feeble human, but also involves the Daoist Sect invading the Otherworld…