The Savior Holy Sword in Xue Ding's hand dissipated, and he let out a long breath.
The mission was completed, a 23-hour speedrun through Hell and the Evil Eye, with records to show for it.
If not for the significant ti spent in intelligence gathering and planning in the early stages, the ti could have been further compressed, perhaps even down to under 15 hours.
Xue Ding laughed. Even the cost this ti was very minimal.
He only felt the depletion of magic power, as if he had been rcilessly drained dozens of tis overnight, coupled with the thorns sprouting from the price of Divine Art, and the grotesque spine piercing his marrow, it was rely flesh wounds he endured.
For soone clad in Protection and Birdman Armor like him, these flesh wounds were almost no different than re skin breaks.
And now, the entire world was saved by it, with fairy tale creatures descending on the planet. He just needed to figure out a way to get this wandering planet to land in the orbit of the nearest habitable zone of a star.
Though this last great endeavor was difficult, he still had the Celestial Thunder yet to be activated. If the World-Ending Incineration Cannon of the Celestial Thunder was to be completely converted into propulsion power for the planet, it certainly could be done. With ease, the orbit could be changed, then slowly captured by the nearest star, then land in its habitable zone.
Isn't it just a "Pseudo-Planet" the size of one-thousandth of the Moon? Watch push it back with the Celestial Thunder!
Just as he was about to leave the underground and implent the next step of the Celestial Thunder's plan to push the rock, he saw a gap erge where the Evil Eye's eyeball should have been. Then, Xue Ding once again felt a massive surge of Soul Energy.
"No, it's still not dead?" Xue Ding was astonished.
Just now, the feedback from the Savior Holy Sword should have completely pierced through the Evil Eye, and its soul should have been obliterated.
But why is there still a gap in that eyeball?
However, it was just a gap opening, Xue Ding did not feel that terrifying pressure from the Evil Eye again. He breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to go down for a look.
Could it be the ergence of a new World Consciousness?
Because at this mont, the Space Airship was already a Pseudo-Planet, with the earth, water, fire, wind, and most importantly the core all complete, in theory, it should et the conditions for the birth of World Consciousness.
But can the birth of World Consciousness (Heavenly Dao) really be this fast?
Xue Ding, enduring thousands of degrees of high heat, even here, had to use the Magic Ring to summon the power of the Zero Super Beast to help absorb the heat to continue forward.
Until he arrived at the split eyelid-like fissure, the power of the soul was within the Evil Eye.
Without a mont of hesitation, Xue Ding imdiately plunged headfirst into it, rushing into the Evil Eye's body.
Suddenly, he seed to have entered the inside of a mutated tumor, the entire world filled with densely-packed blood vessels and flesh, endless tumors like cancer cells hanging in the sky, on the surroundings, hanging on every visible place inside.
Densely packed, endless, these hanging tumors seed to be the size of human heads, a scene that would thrill even those with trypophobia.
Even though Xue Ding didn't have trypophobia, he still felt extrely uncomfortable all over.
But the more terrifying part was yet to co, those tumors covering the inside of the Evil Eye, grew eyes and mouths, and they seed to speak with one voice: "Please, proceed, Savior!"
Xue Ding: "!!!!"
The voice of billions of mouths speaking at once, billions of eyeballs were now watching him, and at this mont, Xue Ding felt a chill down his spine.
But when he looked towards the place the ten thousand eyeballs were guiding him, Xue Ding saw, was a being whose lower half seed to rge completely with this world of flesh and blood, while upper body exposed, with skin stripped away, connected with this world of flesh and sinews, blood vessels and muscle fibers all over—a "blood corpse."
Only through that twisted form, he could see the face, which was not skinned, looked just like Old Green!
No, why is there yet another person with Old Green's face!
Xue Ding was a bit dumbfounded, he never expected there to be a world of flesh and blood inside the Evil Eye, and in this world of flesh, countless tumor-like growths embedded everywhere, while at the core was a person with a face identical to Old Green's.
Could it be that the true form of the Evil Eye is Old Green?
The voices of billions of mouths ceased, as "Old Green" began to cough, producing a sound like a broken bellows.
"Are you... from the Interstellar Corps... you finally ca... I've been waiting for you... for thirty thousand years..." His voice was hoarse, unpleasant, as if he hadn't spoken for thousands of years, his vocal cords and lungs thoroughly decayed.
"You're waiting for the Interstellar Corps?" Xue Ding imdiately responded.
The intelligence was flawed!
The damned AI! It apparently provided seriously faulty intelligence.
Xue Ding looked at this fourth "Old Green," he began to feel cold sweat trickling down his back.
"Yes, I've been waiting for you, for way too long." He seed to struggle to crawl out of the floor that rged with the flesh, but clearly failed.
"People of the Interstellar Corps, please, save our civilization," he paused as if struck by a bitter thought, "Do any Tita humans still survive?"
anwhile, all those twisted tumors hanging in the sky transford into individual human heads.
They gazed at Xue Ding with gratitude but said nothing, seeming to await the "leader's" final words.
"Sir, if there are no survivors, take this data with you..." he finished, as the flesh around him receded.
Xue Ding saw countless human skins behind him, etched with dense text.
"This is..." Xue Ding was speechless. Each piece of human skin seed to be the sa size, densely layered into mountains of human skins, numbering in the billions, all integrated with the flesh-world.
But as the flesh receded, on the mountainous formations, each skin was inscribed with dense texts, the words forming scars and wounds on the skin, leaving permanent marks in this world of flesh.
Perhaps fearing that other civilizations lacked biological technology to decode the information, he resorted to the most primitive and conservative ans of recording.
"We... the last civilization..." "Old Green" smiled, seemingly exceedingly proud, "from the last captain, Green Bahamut's final record... so the Interstellar Corps would know about a civilization that vanished into dust..."
"also Tita Civilization's last, tombstone..."
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