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Super God Universe

Outside the Wuji Heavenly Palace

Moye stepped into the barrier.

The next second, Mo Xie appeared in the Imperial Palace, calmly sitting in a chair and said, "He Xi? I'm back."

And at the same time

Upon hearing the voice, He Xi was initially taken aback. Her brows, which had been furrowed with worry, instantly relaxed, and a look of unbelievable surprise flashed in her eyes. Then, her face was filled with uncontrollable joy, and the corners of her mouth turned up high as she led Keisha and the others towards the Imperial Heavenly Palace at breakneck speed.

Just moments ago, the wing that Mo Xie had given to He Xi was disrupted by the powerful energy fluctuations of Mo Xie's fusion into the Qi Yuan King, making it impossible to see Mo Xie's condition. That energy fluctuation was so strong it seemed capable of shattering the entire universe, causing He Xi's heart to leap into her throat. She was frantic with worry, her mind racing with images of the various dangers Mo Xie might face, her heart filled with anxiety and unease. However, just as He Xi was consumed by anxiety, Mo Xie unexpectedly returned.

A short while later, He Xi appeared outside the Imperial Palace. She was slightly out of breath, while Keisha and Yan behind her wore expressions of tension and anticipation. He Xi and the others then tidied their clothes, their meticulous movements seemingly a reflection of their own complex emotions. Although He Xi and the others were Mo Xie's lovers, with the establishment of the Wuji Palace, certain rules still needed to be observed.

"Your Majesty! He Xi, Keisha, and Yan request an audience!" He Xi bowed slightly, her voice trembling slightly, a mixture of excitement and concern.

Inside the Imperial Palace, Mo Xie, upon hearing He Xi's words, smiled slightly. With a casual wave of his hand, a gentle yet powerful force surged forth, teleporting the three of them into the Imperial Palace. He chuckled, "Scared, aren't you?"

"Mo Xie! Are you alright?!" Seeing Mo Xie's teasing expression, He Xi rushed forward, her eyes filled with worry and concern. Her hands trembled slightly, as if she wanted to touch Mo Xie to confirm his presence. Behind her, Keisha and Yan also looked at Mo Xie with concern. Keisha frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of reproach, as if blaming Mo Xie for making them worry so much; Yan bit her lip tightly, tears glistening in her eyes.

Mo Xie casually spread his arms, a confident smile on his face, and said, "Didn't you see it all? What could possibly happen? And! I have good news for you! I'm even stronger now!"

As Mo Xie spoke, he casually clenched his fist, and the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand his terrifying power, beginning to crack inch by inch, emitting a chilling "crackling" sound. The shattered space was like a torn canvas, revealing a dark void, as if the universe itself was groaning in pain under Mo Xie's power. However, the next second, Mo Xie gently stroked it again, and the shattered space was as if it had been smoothed out by an invisible hand, instantly returning to its original state, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

Upon seeing this, He Xi's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, looking utterly incredulous, her eyes filled with shock and awe.

Mo Xie calmly said, "Let's go! We need to renovate the Wuji Heavenly Palace first!"

"Modify? Why?!" Upon hearing this, He Xi looked at Mo Xie with confusion in her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, her face full of bewilderment.

Mo Xie then summoned a small palace complex with a flick of his wrist. Though small, the complex exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if containing endless secrets. He chuckled, "Because I obtained something better!"

After saying this, Mo Xie led the three out of the Imperial Palace and waved his hand. A flash of light appeared, and he threw the small palace complex, which was only the size of a palm, downwards.

The next second, the Boundless Heavenly Palace, a reward from the system, instantly repelled everyone within it from the barrier. The force of repulsion was like a surging tide, relentlessly pushing everyone away. People panicked under this force, yet were powerless to resist.

Then, countless energies of various colors continuously merged into the entire palace complex of the Boundless Heavenly Palace. These energies, like dazzling ribbons, intertwined and swirled in the air, emitting a dazzling light, enveloping the entire Boundless Heavenly Palace in a riot of colors.

As time passed, powerful pressure continued to emerge, so strong that it seemed to solidify the surrounding air. Under this pressure, people felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their throats, making it impossible for them to breathe.

Then, figures slowly emerged.

A first, mysterious and eerie light suddenly burst forth, illuminating the surrounding endless darkness like lightning. As the light gradually faded, a figure exuding a terrifying aura slowly emerged.

The figure was surrounded by a thick, impenetrable black mist, which churned and surged like thick ink, emitting chilling roars as if countless wronged souls were struggling in agony within it. Behind the figure, a colossal Tai Chi diagram floated, its black and white elements sharply defined, the extremes of Yin and Yang intertwining and colliding, seemingly depicting the most primal order and conflict of the universe. The black parts were like a deep abyss, radiating a chilling dark power; the white parts were like dazzling light, containing boundless vitality and hope. The two were interdependent yet opposed, forming the most mysterious pattern in the universe.

This figure was a wild and untamed demon, its existence shattering the balance and tranquility of the universe. Its form was twisted yet brimming with power, every inch of its skin seemingly containing terrifying energy capable of tearing stars apart. Its eyes, like burning blood fire, radiated endless indifference and disdain, arrogantly surveying the vast and boundless cosmos. In its gaze, there was not a trace of pity or compassion, only a thirst for power and contempt for everything.

Under its gaze, countless galaxies trembled like tiny specks of dust in the cosmic torrent. Those shimmering stars, those planets teeming with life, were nothing more than insignificant playthings in its eyes. A cruel smile curled at the corners of its mouth, seemingly proclaiming its dominion over the entire universe.

The laws of the universe twisted and deformed under its oppressive power, and spacetime itself trembled violently due to its presence. Stars began to deviate from their orbits, and black holes roared in agony under its gaze. This demonic figure, with its unparalleled power and arrogance, became the most terrifying existence in the universe, causing all life to tremble and tremble in fear.

A second figure slowly emerged, radiating an indescribable aura of majesty, as if it were the embodiment of cosmic order. Behind this figure stood four colossal statues, each seemingly emerging from the depths of time, bearing endless history and mysterious power.

The statue representing the wind is light and graceful, its hair and robes dancing freely in the invisible air currents, as if it could ride the wind at any moment and roam freely between heaven and earth. The wind, as a symbol of agility and freedom, blows through every corner of the world with its invisible power, bringing life and vitality. With a gentle wave of its hands, it can unleash storms and change the face of the world; with a light step, it can make all things on earth dance in the wind, displaying the rhythm of life.

The statue of fire, surrounded by raging flames, illuminated the surrounding darkness with its intense light. The flames seemed to be the embodiment of the primordial passion and power of the universe, burning with boundless energy, symbolizing courage, enthusiasm, and change, giving warmth and hope to all things, while also possessing the power to destroy all decay. Its eyes, like burning embers, emitted a blazing light capable of reducing all evil to ashes; its body was like a colossal furnace, capable of reforging all things and giving them new life.

The statue of the water deity, with a serene and peaceful face, lets the gentle flow of water flow from its fingertips, gathering into a shimmering expanse of water. Water, with its inclusive and resilient nature, nourishes all life and gives birth to countless miracles. It can gently caress the earth, or in an instant transform into a raging torrent, displaying immense power. Its body is like flowing crystal, clear and transparent, reflecting all the beauty and ugliness of the world; its sound is like a babbling brook, crisp and melodious, purifying and calming the soul.

The statue of the earth god, its body solid and heavy, stands like a majestic mountain, steadfastly unwavering. Ancient patterns cover its surface, like the veins of the earth, embodying boundless composure and resilience. Earth, the foundation of all life, silently endures everything, providing life with a solid support and nurturing the growth of all things in the world. Its hands are like massive boulders, firmly supporting the entire world; its feet are like giant trees rooted in the earth, able to withstand all the onslaught of storms.

These statues, formed from the four primordial elements of wind, fire, water, and earth, surround the figure, high above, detachedly controlling the order of the world. Their gazes are calm and profound, impartially overlooking all living beings, whether powerful deities or insignificant mortals; in their eyes, all are equal. With an invisible force, they maintain the balance of heaven and earth, allowing all things to operate orderly in their respective orbits, witnessing the passage of time and change.

The third figure exuded a chilling aura, like a messenger from hell, bringing death and fear. Behind this figure, countless ghosts and spirits twisted and struggled, their faces contorted in agony, emitting desperate and shrill howls. The sounds, like heavy hammer blows, slammed into the surrounding space, as if trying to unleash their endless pain and resentment. The sounds echoed in the void, lingering for a long time, sending chills down one's spine.

Beside this figure, six magnificent and mysterious Six Hell Soul-Suppressing Towers slowly rotated. Each of these towers radiated a soft yet majestic light, its surface inscribed with ancient and mysterious runes—marks representing reincarnation. Like loyal guardians, they continuously circled the figure, releasing powerful energy accompanied by a deep and solemn hum, enveloping the tormented souls within them.

A mysterious power emanated from the tower, like a gentle stream, soothing the restless souls of the dead. Under its influence, some souls gradually ceased their howls, the pain on their faces softening, and they slowly drifted towards the Soul-Suppressing Tower, finding salvation in the power of reincarnation, awaiting their next rebirth. The surrounding void, too, gradually calmed down due to the existence of the Six Hells Soul-Suppressing Tower, with only a faint, mysterious light still flickering in the darkness, telling the story of the mysteries and power of reincarnation.

The fourth figure had a serene face, with eyes gently lowered, as if surveying all living beings or observing the myriad phenomena of the world. The white hair between his brows shone like a radiant star, gleaming with the light of wisdom and reflecting the profundity and mystery of the universe. His high ushnisha, like a sacred mountain, bore boundless blessings and enlightenment, seemingly a symbol of wisdom, guiding all beings toward the light.

He wore a simple yet dignified kasaya, its color soft and seemingly shimmering with a faint glow. The patterns on the kasaya were exquisitely detailed, as if containing the laws and order of heaven and earth. The wide sleeves of the robe fluttered gently in the wind, yet no sound was heard; only tranquility and peace permeated the surroundings. The kasaya seemed to be made of the purest material in the world, exuding a sacred aura that made one hesitant to look directly at it.

Hands formed mudras, the posture elegant and composed, each gesture seemingly imbued with boundless power and compassion. Those hands were fair and slender, with clearly defined knuckles, the fingertips gleaming with a warm luster, as if a gentle movement could alter the very fabric of the universe. Each mudra held a unique meaning, as if communicating with the power of the cosmos, transmitting the power of wisdom and compassion.

His body leaned slightly forward, yet exuded an aura of unwavering stability, as if he were one with the void. He sat cross-legged, his feet firmly planted on a lotus throne, pure white as jade, its petals layered upon each other, emitting a delicate fragrance. Each petal seemed to be formed from pure wisdom. The lotus throne was a symbol of holiness, representing purity and transcendence, conveying an aura of otherworldly grace.

All around, countless auspicious signs appeared in the void. Multicolored rays of light, like threads, intertwined to form a magnificent curtain of light, within which the figures of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could be faintly seen, some with hands clasped in prayer, others smiling and holding flowers. These figures of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas seemed to have come from another world, radiating sacred light and instilling in people a sense of boundless peace and tranquility.

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The book will get a bit lighter towards the end, and I estimate it will be finished early next month. Thank you to everyone who has read this far. My next book will be Full-Time Magister.

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