Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 861 Breaking out of the cocoon
When the string called "Tiera" began to vibrate, the world seemed to enter a massive process of division. This process was like an embryonic cell dividing and growing, splitting into two, then four, and growing exponentially.

Each parallel world, like a cell after the division of this embryonic cell, leads to different endings due to the different choices made by the Tiera and the wizards with the potential to become gods in the universe.

If we compare the first world, the original Tiera universe, to an embryonic cell, then the countless parallel universes that subsequently arose due to worldline vibrations are like this embryonic cell constantly generating new cells and tissues during its division process.

Each parallel universe, due to different choices, gradually develops into an independent existence, with increasing differences between them, and develops its own unique destiny.

As the splitting process continued, these parallel universes gradually exhibited diversity and uniqueness in their subsequent development and evolution.

Just like a cell, or rather, just like an embryo—

Starting from a single, primordial universe, some universes began to split outwards, gradually forming a dazzling, translucent circular membrane, like a giant egg or a seed.

Suddenly, a pair of conceptualized giant hands appeared, like vortexes in an abyss, filled with endless twists and turns. They seemed to be the source of darkness and chaos, surging with incomprehensible power.

Fingers, appearing and disappearing like illusory shadows, wander in the darkness, leading people astray into an endless fog. These hands exude boundless eeriness and mystery, as if they were the embodiment of the birth and destruction of all things.

These indescribable hands gently lifted the circular membrane formed after the split of the Tiera universe and placed it on a throne that resembled a deep and boundless black ocean.

It was a throne that defied description. The moment anyone saw it, they knew it was a throne, because it was a conceptual throne. Yet, the throne itself seemed like a vast void, a deep ocean beyond human comprehension, or an endless starry sky.

The patterns and symbols on it seem like a dream, changing with the passage of time.

Countless tentacles extended outwards from the circular membrane, reaching towards the throne.

In that instant, something seemed to change in this infinite universe.

Under the throne's radiance, everything seemed even more mysterious and eerie.

This is an existence beyond human comprehension; it distorts reality and leads the entire universe into an unknown abyss.

The embryo within the membrane begins to develop, drawing power from the throne.

These universes are intertwined and influence each other, together forming a complete and harmonious system.

They constantly divide and evolve, sowing the seeds of life in this magical realm.

Within the circular membrane, some universes became bones, forming hard and solid structures that provided support and protection for future individuals; some universes split into muscles, forming flexible and powerful tissues that provided power for the movement and activities of life; some universes split into brains, forming complex and intricate networks that laid the foundation for the birth of thought and consciousness; and some universes split into organs, forming various fully functional organs that ensured the maintenance and development of life.

Gradually, the sounds of heartbeat and breathing came from within the circular membrane.

"Thump—thump—thump—thump—" The heartbeat was like a war drum, a sound that transcended time and space, crossed the boundaries of darkness, surpassed the barriers of countless universes, and transcended everything—

They arrived at the eternally slumbering, chaotic primordial core.

The mindless, shapeless dancers who had leaped endlessly around that terrifying god ceased their bouncy steps after countless eons. The monotonous bass notes, soothed by the abominable flute held in indescribable claws, gradually subsided.

Then she immediately started dancing again.

The shapeless dancers began to dance to the beat of a heartbeat like war drums, and the notes that had gradually subsided from the hateful flute began to rise again, forming a brand new, maddening accompaniment to the heartbeat of war drums.

As the heartbeat, like a war drum, grew stronger, the chaotic giant hands gradually disappeared. In the end, only a circular membrane remained on the throne.

The membrane is gradually growing and expanding, and you can clearly see the fetal movements of life inside.

I don’t know how long has passed——

Or to be more precise, time seems to have lost its meaning, and what flows by is both eternity and fleeting moment. Time seems to transcend the concept of linearity, becoming vague and elusive.

In this realm, the past, present, and future intertwine, forming an eternal existence.

The passage of time is no longer divided into discrete moments, but rather flows like an endless river, extending forever.

Within this continuous expanse of time and space, life within the circular membrane began to stir. The membrane expanded, like a blooming flower in the universe. A tiny arm stretched out from the membrane, its subtle movements carrying the power of life. Then, a delicate head gently pushed open the membrane, revealing slivers of gradually brightening light.

As the head emerged, the membrane was separated, as if to allow the new life to breathe freely. The circular membrane automatically began to slide to both sides, and then wrapped around the baby again, transforming into a long, golden-red robe that fit the baby's body perfectly.

This robe seems like a gift from the universe, soft yet resilient, as warm as a mother's embrace.

As the membrane slips off, the baby's body gradually comes into view. The baby's pink skin glows with a faint blush in the light, the little hands gently grasp the air, and the eyes blink slightly.

The next moment, a forbidden, iron-black crown floated above the baby's head, a ring appeared on the baby's finger, and two more hands suddenly emerged from under the baby's armpits—

The first hand reached out, clutching a book shimmering with starlight. Its pages sparkled with boundless wisdom and knowledge, as if the truths of the universe were condensed within each starlit page. The book emitted a mysterious glow, like shooting stars streaking across the sky.

With his second hand outstretched, he held a staff with a human head at the top, which resembled a grotesque head that was both human and snake-like. This staff seemed to be a symbol of the laws of the universe.

The baby let out a "waaaah!"
As the baby cried, those amorphous, pitch-black things emerged from this sea of ​​ether—nameless larvae called Outer Gods—grinning and waving their slimy claws and tentacles in mid-air.

Each of those indescribable Outer God cubs seemed like a completely blind and foolish universe, but when they landed next to the infant, they appeared as insignificant as dust.

That's not insignificance in space, because space has no meaning here; it's insignificance in concept or dimension.

The baby opened its mouth, and the offspring of the Outer Gods poured into it, like a whale feeding on a shrimp. The baby sucked the terrifying number of Outer God offspring into its belly, and they disappeared one by one into its deep mouth.

Until the last Outer God cub was swallowed by the infant, the infant stretched, like a seedling sprouting in spring—

The baby began to grow rapidly, and his crimson robes, the staff and books in his hands, and the iron-black crown on his head also grew larger.

Soon, the baby's appearance flashed across his childhood like a shooting star, then into his adolescence, and finally into his youth—

That's Tiera.

Tiera sat enthroned on his throne, his consciousness radiating across countless universes; he was the spirit of all sentient beings.

Beyond time and space, Tyella's dominion enveloped Charnors.

In the vast ebony palace, he was served by minions, tribesmen, and pustules.

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