Chapter 463: Taking Action

What is the essence of the Nine-Tier realm? Is it about microscopic control of cells? Or phenomena of fundamental laws?

It's about controlling every microscopic energy particle released, arranging billions, even tens of billions, in specific combinations with terrifying computational power, to form a small fireball and unleash specific Dao techniques that approach fundamental laws. That’s for fire-element. What about space-element? Wind-element? Water-element?

Over the years, Medusa had quietly gathered and accumulated energy. It was a monotonous and lengthy journey, yet she never ceased to contemplate the next realm, always looking towards a more distant future! At this moment, the Three Realms, though seemingly calm, were in fact on the brink of a great catastrophe! The scope of its impact was terrifying; no one knew what would happen. Some of the gods present might perish!

Her vision now rivaled that of intermediate gods like Aermin and Daojun; even Dao Changsheng was slightly inferior. Figures like the Blood Emperor couldn't compare to her at all. After all, considering her true age—not to mention Aermin was the disciple of the younger Alchemist Emperor, practically a descendant of a descendant—she was, strictly speaking, even older than the Phoenix. Yet, Aermin and Daojun were both already Mid-Tier Gods. As for Dao Changsheng, during the Demon Realm invasion, he was her equal in status. At that time, her own Evil God organization's realm was generally not considered strong. Though it was much more powerful now, Dao Changsheng had long since surpassed her former level, having already become a god… Even the Blood Emperor, whom she had once soundly beaten in the past—the strongest monarch and emperor of the Potion Age—had now become a god.

Despite her ancient lifespan, her cultivation realm had remained stagnant, constantly being surpassed by newcomers and the protagonists of each era.

"My situation seems quite different from the Nine-Tier realm."

She pondered carefully, sensing that her Cthulhu Evil God form was extremely similar to the Nine-Tier realm, yet fundamentally different. The essence of the Nine-Tier realm was the complete mastery of one's own body, controlling its myriad cells—bone marrow cells, skin cells, hair cells, red blood cells—to achieve microscopic control. Energy could be stored within them, effectively controlling an entire world. An average human has ten billion cells; larger bodies might have hundreds of billions. Small animals like ants, due to their minuscule size, find it somewhat easier to break through, possessing only hundreds of millions of cells... Body size influenced the difficulty of breakthrough and the resulting combat power, as it was inevitable that more cells meant greater strength...

But what about her? It seemed the same, but it was actually different. Her body was composed of 129,600 aggregate beings, not cells. Each aggregate being was a living creature, and these creatures themselves were composed of cells. This meant that if she broke through to the Nine-Tier realm, each of the 129,600 beings within her would become an individual Nine-Tier life form, each composed of countless cells. Although they would be the weakest Nine-Tier entities, small in size, with only hundreds of millions of cells.

If she achieved the Nine-Tier realm, she would undoubtedly be the strongest Nine-Tier being. Just her unspeakable nature alone could crush any peer in the same realm! Just her passive aura? Enough to crush a Nine-Tier world entity to death? She chuckled, "The ideal is beautiful, but it seems quite cruel. 129,600 Nine-Tier beings... that's unimaginably distant."

She had to keep cultivating... Currently, her body contained 110,000 Six-Tier beings, 10,000 Seven-Tier Heavenly Emperors, and two Gods... Each cultivated different systems. Her external skin and hair, comprised of 17,800 beings, cultivated the True Body of the Witch Tribe, granting extremely powerful regenerative abilities... Her internal flesh and blood, cultivating the Sea of Consciousness and Inner World, also numbered over 10,000... The Wizard lineage, with its powerful mental strength, served as blood cell wizards, circulating throughout her body to provide immense kinetic energy. Now, with the martial arts lineage excelling, it could also be cultivated! It was perfect for training her bones, nails, elbows, and other combat-oriented parts! Every inch of her 120,000-being body—skin, bones, blood—cultivated a different system!

129,600 represented an epoch. To transform her body into an epoch, cultivating endless systems within her aggregate being—this was the true Cthulhu Evil God! The Unspeakable Dread, the Old One! The All-In-One!

Suddenly, a tremor came from afar. Someone came to seek an audience: Yuke, the Fire Rock Man, Aermin's trusted confidant. He was extremely tense. The Netherworld was in chaos, and the countless demon gods held there were about to break their seals. He implored, "Lord Demon God, the gods of the Three Realms are preoccupied. Please save the entire world!"

"Save the world?" Medusa's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Do they truly take me for a hero?" She mused, "How many times has someone asked me to save the world now? This is the second." Suddenly, in her mind, she recalled ancient times from thousands of years ago, so long ago that she had almost forgotten them. A group of wizards had once said the same to her, back when the Babylonian Wizard Kingdom still existed. A Cthulhu Evil God had descended, and everyone pleaded with her to save the world and confront it. She was an evil wizard herself, yet in that battle, she went on her own accord, ignoring warnings and consequences, and ultimately perished...

Saving the world had never been her concern. That time, did she go to challenge the Cthulhu Evil God to save the world? "Heh, that was merely a side effect."

*Thud!* Countless Heavenly Emperors of the Demon Realm quickly knelt before her.

"Please, Lord Demon God, save the Three Realms!" All the gods of the Three Realms were occupied, and only Medusa, the Origin Demon God, could personally suppress the rioting three thousand Heavenly Emperor demon gods. They were utterly incapable of defeating them. Moreover, the Demon God's nature was cold and ruthless, viewing all beings as mere ants... They weren't even sure if this formidable being would be willing to act. "We beg you to act." They pleaded desperately, tears streaming down their faces. This was the Three Realms' last hope.

"Heh... The last time I 'saved' the world, it was just a side effect because I wanted to challenge the Cthulhu Evil God. But now, those things hold no challenge for me... they're quite boring." She smiled, feeling utterly uninspired. She felt her time would be better spent researching something new.

Suddenly, she lowered her gaze, looking at the kneeling Heavenly Emperors—passionate, young, brave... In a daze, she seemed to recall Grantham, the Alchemist Emperor, who had once roared at her—equally passionate, equally foolish, disregarding his own interests solely to protect others. "Heroes? How utterly dull."

She turned to leave, then suddenly paused. Her eyes still cast downwards, she sighed, "Fine." She stopped. The surrounding Heavenly Emperors' eyes immediately gleamed with hope. "Thank you, Lord Demon God, for your intervention."

"Don't misunderstand," she said. "I'm not doing this for some ridiculous 'saving the world.' That's far too foolish. I'm just afraid Aermin will go mad when she gets back, and I can't stand her endless sermons about righteousness and morality for months on end."

With a flash, she vanished from the spot.

"Interesting, truly interesting..." The Three Realms were undergoing drastic changes; the great calamity had arrived. Medusa walked across the land, her expression subtly shifting as she sensed her clone, who had gone to the Peach Banquet. Gently reaching out, she pulled it back, entering the Netherworld.

The Netherworld, where the souls of the Three Realms' deceased returned. The River Cocytus, a surging, muddy gray river, flowed towards the distant shore. Its banks were of vivid red soil, covered in flowers whose name, in the indigenous language of that realm, meant "distant cries, river of sorrow." Countless resentful spirits stirred, wailing incessantly, as they witnessed the great terror in the sky.

Her gaze penetrated deep into the River Cocytus. The fear of all beings, in addition to converging on the attacking monsters in the Heavenly Realm, also caused them to recall the great demon kings of the past. The over a thousand Heavenly Emperor demon kings suppressed in the Netherworld were now being remembered, and their fear had boiled over. They relentlessly assaulted their seals. Not just the Netherworld's River Cocytus in the Demon Realm, but also Mount Shu's Demon Suppressing Pagoda was constantly being assailed.

"Is this your attackers' intention? The Peach Banquet gathered all the gods and most of the major powers, leaving no one outside to resist you. So you're taking the opportunity to use the fear of all beings to break free?"

Medusa grinned. "Yes, three thousand Heavenly Emperors... at this moment, very few can resist them... But I..."

*Boom!* Medusa pressed down fiercely, *thud!* The entire River Cocytus was turned upside down. The river, which had been wildly assaulting its seal, with its roaring demon kings and endless resentment, instantly quieted, their wills completely suppressed.

*Splash!* She reached out and grabbed at the empty air. The entire river was lifted, transforming into a sphere of water in her hand. Some skin peeled from her arm, forming a water pouch into which she poured the river, hanging it on her body. With a flash, her massive, mountain-like form, impossibly agile, vanished from the spot, teleporting to the Mortal Realm.

Mount Shu, Demon Suppressing Pagoda. Numerous Mount Shu disciples were in chaos.

"This is bad! The Mount Shu Demon Suppressing Pagoda is about to be breached!"

"How is this possible? The great demon kings suppressed by Mount Shu, under our careful guidance, have long had their names and identities forgotten by the world. Without a source of power, they should be extremely weak. How can they have strength now?" A Mount Shu Elder's forehead broke out in dense sweat. "These are over a thousand Heavenly Emperor demon kings! Mount Shu's very existence was to suppress them. For six hundred years, generations had painstakingly collected and guarded them to achieve the present stability. If they were released, one could only imagine the terrifying catastrophe that would ensue! Once they revealed themselves to the world and incited widespread fear, their powers would fully revive and begin to grow again, potentially even leading to the emergence of numerous gods. This... how is this possible!" Outside the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, a Mount Shu Elder nearly collapsed to the ground. The impact of such consequences was unstoppable. "The outside world couldn't possibly know their names, identities, and abilities. Who spread this information, making the common folk remember them in their fear now... Someone must be guiding this in the Mortal Realm!"

Suddenly, someone remembered something. The former lead disciple of Mount Shu had once caused great chaos at the Demon Suppressing Pagoda. Perhaps that chaos had been exploited, a chance to steal information about the demon kings' identities and abilities from within the pagoda, and now, fear of them was quietly spreading among the populace...

Complete silence fell around them.

*Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!* The entire tall and vast Demon Suppressing Pagoda shook incessantly. The Demon Suppressing Pagoda, the first ultimate treasure forged by the Eight-Tier Heavenly Dao, the gods, and even the Heavenly Emperor giants of the entire world using the finest materials, was now on the verge of collapsing.

"Those who don't want to die, get out!" A crisp voice resounded.

The expressions of the Mount Shu disciples subtly changed. "The Origin Demon God..."

"Quickly, go!" Those nearby suddenly realized what was happening: that terrifying, tyrannical being had arrived. "Close your eyes, block your hearing, your smell—seal all five senses! Otherwise, if she casually kills us, there'll be no way to reason with her." The Mount Shu disciples shouted. Even the common people in the mortal realm knew of her capricious and domineering nature. At this moment, the Demon God was almost a complete manifestation of the Heavenly Emperor realm, comprising over 120,000 Heavenly Emperors. Even another Heavenly Emperor would instantly die merely by listening to her voice or gazing directly at her face! An Evil God cannot be directly perceived!

"Rise!" The next second, a terrifying and vast entity descended upon the land. With a single hand, she gripped the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, uprooting it as if it were a massive bronze spear, and vanished from the spot.

"What great fortune for the Three Realms!" The Netherworld's most ancient and eternal Origin Demon God, Medusa—even if the grotesque Heavenly Emperors swarmed her, they would be instantly slain! The Mount Shu disciples, though still terrified, were filled with the relief of having survived a catastrophe.

Medusa pulled out the Mount Shu Demon Suppressing Pagoda, inserted it into her hair like a bronze hairpin, and with a single step, charged into the Heavenly Realm. The entire Heavenly Realm trembled slightly. Countless individuals' expressions shifted subtly as they watched the arrival of this most ancient and vast being.

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