Chapter 109: Let Everything Truly Begin

Xu Zhi was surprised to see this. "Space rings, spatial alchemical creations, have actually appeared?"

In the wizarding world, mental witchcraft has always been a widespread school of thought, even a fundamental form of magic. After all, the Evil Eye gene itself is a mental gene, and all the evolution of their witchcraft is triggered by the mind. Just like the famous saying from the era of the Three Witches:

"Witchcraft allows your spirit to extract earth from fire, sun and moon from lightning, and flames from the ocean. According to this principle, many extraordinary transformations will arise from that sole substance."

Does a profoundly transformed spirit interfere with time? Does a profoundly transformed spirit affect space?

In the sects and academies of the wizarding world, countless wizards and their disciples have been researching this. It has always been a very esoteric wizarding topic, based on idealism and difficult to comprehend.

And Charlotte's core witchcraft, "Spiritual Space," combined with the basic template "Rubik's Cube," and further aided by the integration of the cultivation systems of the various suppressed ancient monsters, actually produced such a miraculous reaction? Causing the spiritual space to form a material space?

In reality, space-folding technology and subspace technology, developed by the previous generation of Insectoid Mother Queens on the technological side, had already reached an extremely proficient level. Now, rough embryonic forms of such technologies are gradually emerging on Xu Zhi's side. After all, this is already a transcendent world with demigods, and in the future, true deities may even emerge. Even if they are ant-sized deities, they are still legendary gods! These gods, like the various indigenous deities in Earth's myths and legends, possess incredible power and are true transcendent mythological beings.

"'Magic Cube Space Witchcraft' will not become widespread. Most likely, Magic Cubes will only be used as general bio-metals in the future," the Bug Swarm's sub-brain transmitted in a mechanical voice. "Because Magic Cubes require cultivation to expand their space."

Xu Zhi nodded slightly. This means that for others to possess such a spatial magic tool, it won't be so simple. Besides Pandora, who has intelligence and can cultivate her Magic Cube autonomously, others who wish to acquire the inner space of a Magic Cube must control a senseless Magic Cube creature, engrave the cube with the same magic patterns, and cultivate it on its behalf. Just like Xu Zhi intends to cultivate one Magic Cube out of seventeen thousand Magic Cube blocks. This is equivalent to splitting half of one's cultivation time with the Magic Cube.

This is destined to be a very long task, requiring immense effort. Perhaps only a large wizarding academy or a wizarding sect, with countless wizards helping cultivate day and night, could produce one. Furthermore, a Level 1 Magic Cube's spiritual space can only hold a grain of sand. A Level 2 Magic Cube wizard can hold a bowl, and a Level 3 wizard only has an internal space of one square meter, making it quite impractical. However, in later stages, it becomes quite significant. After all, each level of wizard power involves qualitative transformations stacking up. A Level 4 wizard's Magic Cube starts with an internal space of five cubic meters, making it barely usable. A Level 5 wizard's Magic Cube would have thirty cubic meters. A Level 6 Legendary Wizard, two hundred cubic meters. A Level 7 Epic Wizard, two thousand cubic meters.

"The prospects are vast. Although eight years have passed, Pandora, as a Level 3 wizard, currently only has a one-cubic-meter space, enough to hold half a corpse, which is only equivalent to less than half an ant in my reality." Xu Zhi pondered, realizing it was still too weak in its early stages.

Nevertheless, Xu Zhi was quite satisfied with the performance of the Magic Cube creatures and the players. Cthulhuian evil gods, abominations, undead necropolises, demonic beasts, the Church of Light, wizard academies, space rings, alchemy, witchcraft—these colorful structures have thoroughly built a complete transcendent wizarding world. Based on this, it will reach the pinnacle of wizarding civilization within one or two hundred years! True gods, Level 8 mythical creatures, will even emerge.

"The world is fully mature; it's time to begin."

Xu Zhi was filled with emotion, vaguely recalling the extremely rudimentary civilization and ecology that once existed on this barren land, feeling as if it were another, unfamiliar world. Yet, all these achievements were built upon the progression and succession of countless eras, upon endless skeletons. As the creator, he stood upon generations of countless bones, deducing a path of self-salvation throughout the long years.

Before his eyes, heroes from various eras appeared: Gilgamesh, the Three Witches, and the Alchemist Emperor.

"The epic of human history is a hymn to courage!""Death cannot crush our arms! It cannot destroy our backbone!""Wizards represent the exploration and pursuit of truth. Give me endless knowledge, and I can move the entire world!"

Roars, laughter, indignation, wails. Heroes succeeded one another, and time stretched on. The ancient texts like "Genesis" and "Spear of Prosperous Witchcraft," which recorded past eras, could not fully describe every corner. Yet, he, observing from the sidelines, was like a living history witnessing civilization, beholding the long passage of time and all the evolutions of the entire world.

"Perhaps they don't even know they are merely insignificant figures living in an orchard? Little people in a bottle." Xu Zhi's expression suddenly grew complex. "Just a disheartened man suffering from cancer, pulling his suitcase, returning to his old home's orchard, and creating them in his despair and desolation."

He had never been self-important, nor arrogant, possessing a clear awareness of his own weakness. "It's time to cure my illness, to take that step and resolve the Sword of Damocles hanging over my head."

Having finally reached this day, Xu Zhi felt a certain complexity, filled with emotion as he recalled the previous eras. But his expression gradually sobered. After hanging up the laundry, he picked up the water bucket, stood up, and turned to walk towards the house door.

"The wizarding world, in order to resist the advent of evil gods, will inevitably push its civilization to its absolute peak! And the evil god invaders from other dimensions, the seven conspirators, will also attempt to unify this world. When the evil gods fully revive and awaken from ancient times, the struggle between the natives and the evil gods will be a catastrophe. I don't know what kind of destruction it will cause, how many will die, whether there will be rebirth after annihilation, or if people can recover from the great cataclysm. But my current body can no longer withstand the energy feedback from a fourth mass extinction."

At this moment, Xu Zhi already felt a terrifying, oppressive atmosphere descending. "I must completely cure my cancer before everything else, to face all that is about to erupt!" The seeds he had sown in the farmland years ago had already blossomed into brilliant flowers; it was time to resolve his hidden dangers.

The next day at noon, Xu Zhi received a delivery. The delivery person was very friendly, and Xu Zhi gave a five-star review. Opening the foam delivery box, he found a block of dry ice, emitting cold air and wisps of faint white mist.

"A sword shape should be roughly enough," Xu Zhi mused. He took out tools, trimmed the dry ice to the length of a chopstick. "Dry ice posing as the Sword of Damocles from back then should suffice." With that, Xu Zhi gently cut his finger with a knife, letting blood drip onto the dry ice, which was now posing as a holy sword. "It's late-stage cancer; the cancer cells have long since entered my bloodstream."

Historical records stated that Gilgamesh had once cut the Creator God's finger, and the Sword of Damocles was stained with the legendary "Blood of Immortality." Back then, Gilgamesh's sword had been secretly taken by Xu Zhi during the Great Flood. This was also why countless generations of Babylonians could never find the Sword of Damocles.

Originally, the best method would have been to use the original Sword of Damocles, stain it with his own blood, and place it in the large sand table to introduce the cancer cell genes. But that alloy sword from back then could no longer keep up with this wizarding civilization.

"If they discovered that a mere Epic Wizard could shatter the divine holy sword, wouldn't that be a huge joke?" Xu Zhi thought, "Although Gilgamesh had already reached the Epic realm in brute strength back then, he never thought of shattering this sword; he cherished it as a supreme treasure. But now, these wizards relentlessly pursue truth, plotting rebellion all day long, even daring to challenge the Alchemist Emperor. I have to be wary. So, dry ice is still the best choice. After all, having an alloy sword inside would be a hidden danger."

When people discover the divine sword, it should have already turned into a cold, misty gas, dissipating instantly within moments of the coffin opening, leaving only the flowing, crimson "Blood of Immortality." That would be the best approach.

"Also, I need to create a fake tomb," Xu Zhi considered. "Since there's no Gilgamesh's body, a cenotaph will do. I'll place this 'Sword of Damocles,' stained with the Blood of Immortality, inside the tombstone."

Xu Zhi had already quietly made arrangements.

"Armin, the Monarch Emperor who commands life ripples, and Medusa, the Monarch Emperor who commands death's resurgence—let me see what achievements you can develop using my cancer cells. Can you truly save me? I eagerly await."