Chapter 856 - 591: [Natural Overgod]
In the depths of the dark universe.
A small, unassuming transport ship quietly traverses the dark currents of stardust.
In the center of the cabin, the elder Snake Person, Kurban, stands silently.
His eight slender arms hang slightly, and on his aged face, deep sorrow nearly overflows.
"People, stay quiet."
As his deep voice falls, all the Snake People in the cabin look up in unison, their gazes fixated on Kurban, filled with reliance and expectation.
He is the herald of the Mother God’s will, the only pillar and hope of this wandering tribe.
Kurban takes a deep breath, speaking slowly, each word laced with an irrepressible grief:
"I have received the Mother God’s will."
"Our compatriots left on Mineral Star 109... have all returned to the embrace of the Mother God."
As his words fall, the cabin descends into dead silence.
The young Snake People clench their fists tightly, with sharp nails deeply embedded in their palms, an indelible hatred swirling in their scarlet eyes.
The elderly Snake People bow their heads in tears, murmuring the names of the lost tribespeople, their grief nearly drowning the entire cabin.
Kurban raises his eight arms, gently pressing down, indicating for everyone to calm down.
"Humans have never given us the opportunity to negotiate."
"They are rude, domineering, and merciless."
"At a single disagreement, they shatter planets, slaughter our tribespeople, without a hint of mercy."
"Abandon all thoughts of weakness; apart from struggle, we have no other choice!"
His eight arms tremble slightly, with faint black mist quietly swirling around him, the suppressed fury and the restless roar deep in the blood of the Snake People.
However, Kurban remains rational.
"But we must not act impulsively."
"The Mother God has just awakened from a long slumber, and her power has not yet fully returned..."
"Next, we must lay low and move secretly, quietly spreading the divine revelation, gathering the scattered tribe members, and await the Mother God’s further guidance."
These words, like a calming pill, settle into the heart of every Snake Person.
The tribe, immersed in grief, gradually calms down, as a faint light of hope rekindles in their desperate eyes.
A six-armed Snake Person suddenly raises their head, their voice carrying unquenched sobs, yet unusually firm:
"Priest, we will listen to you!"
"As long as we can avenge our people, as long as we can follow the Mother God, we are willing to do anything!"
"That’s right! We will listen to the priest!"
The other Snake People voice their agreement one after another, with eyes once lost in confusion gradually being replaced by determination and faith.
Kurban nods slightly, a trace of consolation appearing on his aged face, his tone becoming solemn:
"The Mother God knows of our suffering and has specially bestowed the art of transformation to help us hide our true forms and evade human pursuit."
"Next, I will teach this divine art to each of you."
He slowly closes his eyes, as the spirit light around him surges abruptly.
His eight arms extend like a lotus, as he recites an obscure and ancient divine spell.
A gentle yet sacred white light emanates from within him, tenderly enveloping every Snake Person in the cabin.
[Name: Kurban]
[Bloodline: Kemo-in Giant Snake (Eight-armed)]
[Level: Sequence 6・Snake Person Priest (Transmission Messenger)]
[Divine Arts: Priest Dance, Human Shape Transformation, Petrification...]
As the incantation echoes, every Snake Person distinctly feels their dormant bloodline gently trembling within them.
A mysterious and warm energy flows through their bloodline, reaching every part of their being.
Kurban’s voice resonates directly within everyone’s mind, clearly imprinting the Technique of Human Shape Transformation:
"Focus your mind, guide the power of your bloodline."
"Transform the tail fin into human legs, conceal the scales, hide the extra arms, conform to the form of the Human Race..."
The Snake People close their eyes, concentrate, and follow the guidance to manipulate their bloodline power.
Moments later, a faint light emerges from their bodies.
The scales covering their bodies slowly sink into their flesh, extra arms retracting and dissolving inward, as the strong and powerful snake tail twists, extends, and divides, ultimately transforming into two legs indistinguishable from those of a human.
A young Snake Person suddenly opens his eyes, looks down at his brand-new body, his face filled with shock and joy:
"I did it! I really turned into the shape of a human!"
"Me too! The scales and arms are gone, exactly like the Human Race!"
A low and restrained exclamation resounds throughout the cabin.
The Snake People gaze at their new form, eyes brimming with hope.
With this divine art, they can finally infiltrate the Human Race’s territory, no longer easily hunted like lost dogs.
Kurban gazes at everyone, his tone becoming solemn once more:
"Very good, you have all mastered the Human Shape Transformation."
"Next, we will infiltrate the Human Race’s interior, disguise as humans, and silently search for and rescue our enslaved tribespeople, while secretly spreading the Mother God’s revelation and attracting more devout followers."
"Remember, you must act cautiously and never expose your identity."
"Once humans notice, not only will we be unable to save ourselves, but we will also endanger more tribespeople, betraying the Mother God’s expectations."
"Yes! We will strictly follow the priest’s orders!"
All the Snake People respond in unison, their voices firm and powerful, with a glimmer of post-disaster revival in their eyes.
...
Time passes.
Under the secret protection and arrangement of Chen Sheng, Kurban’s actions proceed exceptionally smoothly.
He purchased a small, bankrupt Commerce Association and renamed it the Ten Thousand Spirits Commerce Association.
Subsequently, he acquired a remote yet resource-rich uninhabited planet, naming it Ten Thousand Spirits Star.
This planet, far from the core star domains of the Human Race, with loose monitoring and weak control, is a perfect secret base for the Snake People’s resurgence.
Soon after, Kurban leveraged the slave trade market, continually purchasing Snake People enslaved by the Human Race, spreading the Mother God’s revelation on Ten Thousand Spirits Star, gathering displaced tribe members.
...
Meanwhile, above the Sky Beyond the Sky.
Chen Sheng gains a more transparent understanding of this starry world’s structure, power system, racial conflicts, and more.
He sits atop the Eternal God Throne, his thoughts subtly moving, as he crowns himself with two new titles:
[Prime God of Nature]
[Sovereign of All Spirits]
Having completed all of this, Chen Sheng, with an indifferent Divine Thought, crosses the Star Sea, once again bestowing divine revelation upon Kurban:
"I revive amidst death, wielding the authority of the Natural Sovereign God, never to wither..."
"The Human Race seduces Outer Realm Evil Immortals, defying the will of nature... We must unite all forces that can be united."
"Starting today, begin transmitting to more races..."
Kurban prostrated himself on the altar of All-Spirit Star, respectfully receiving the decree:
"I honor the decree!"
From this moment, Kurban’s scope of transmission would no longer be restricted to the Snake People.
He began to purchase large numbers of alien race slaves, providing them with stable shelter and ample food.
Once hearts were won over and the time was ripe, he began to secretly spread divine revelations in the name of the Natural Sovereign God.
He told all alien races of the mercy and majesty of the Natural Sovereign God, advocating the belief in rising against oppression and pursuing freedom:
"The Natural Sovereign God is the master of all spirits, regardless of race, regardless of status."
"All oppressed beings can receive the protection of the Sovereign God."
"As long as you sincerely kneel and believe in the Sovereign God, the Sovereign God will grant you power to break free from slavery and regain freedom!"
...
In this universe, the Human Race holds absolute dominance.
They control the finest star domain resources, possess the most powerful technology, and cultivation forces.
And those alien races labeled as "tainted by the Star God" are seen as servants of evil gods, remnants of heresy.
They are as lowly as grass, wantonly enslaved, massacred, and discarded.
Yet the alien races, vast as the Star Sea, include Mouse Race, Fly Race, Stone Race... countless others.
Where there is oppression, there must be the flames of rebellion.
This made Chen Sheng’s path of transmission, under the identity of "Natural Sovereign God," exceptionally smooth.
In just half a year, many followers emerged among alien races like Fly Race, Mouse Race, and Stone Race, besides the Snake People.
They secretly gathered, covertly spreading techniques, gradually forming into a vast and hidden force under the shadow of the Human Race’s rule.
To further consolidate divine power and recapture ancient beliefs, Chen Sheng continued his plans.
He secretly propagated the idea of the [Natural Pantheon], incorporating the fallen ancient Star Gods from this universe under his banner, appointing them as subordinate divine spirits in the Natural Pantheon.
Thus, those alien races originally worshiping fallen Star Gods would more easily accept the faith of the Natural Sovereign God.
The Star Gods they worshiped were now followers of the Natural Sovereign God.
To worship the Natural Sovereign God is to continue ancient beliefs, gaining new power without abandoning ancestors.
This move instantly won Chen Sheng the heartfelt submission of countless alien races.
The Power of Faith surged like the tide of the Star Sea!
...
Meanwhile, deep within the universe.
An ancient courtyard, suspended in the misty void.
In the center of the yard was a tea table, with steam gently rising.
Two figures sat across from each other, their presence restrained, yet the entire courtyard was permeated with silence.
Standing bowed beside the tea table was the famous Celestial Wolf Governor, Immortal King of Time — Li Bai.
Such a scene, if seen by outsiders, would shatter every cultivator’s perception — the top-tier powerhouse, who once terrified a star domain, was now bowing to serve tea.
Zhou Yang sat upright in his chair, no aura leaked out, like a dense singularity, all power extremely compressed.
"Basically, it’s clear now."
"It is not the Star Gods reviving; it’s someone occupying their nests."
"The Natural Sovereign God of the All-Spirit Conglomerate most likely comes from a different domain, cultivating the incense-fueled divine path, and establishing his path through the belief of all spirits."
He picked up the teacup, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
"What a pity."
"If the Star Gods truly revived, it would be a power at the origin level. We might glimpse the mystery of the Harmonious Realm!"
"The transformation of the stars is still vivid in our memory!"
Thousands of years ago, during the transformation of the stars.
He and Jiang Ming had once witnessed the ultimate power of the Harmonious Realm firsthand.
It wasn’t about conquering with divine techniques but rather an interference above all laws, at the source level.
As if an invisible hand reached into the universe’s baseline parameters, gently moved them, and rewrote all fundamental constants.
Gravity, spacetime curvature, energy thresholds, spirit power transmission...
The underlying rules supporting the universe’s operation were wantonly amended, overwritten.
The vast Star Sea, in the eyes of such an existence, was merely a modifiable sandbox, a program liable to be restarted.
Even the once-flourishing mecha martial arts depended entirely on the old universe parameters.
With parameter changes, mecha martial arts became obsolete programs, losing all support, crumbling overnight.
Beside him, Jiang Ming slowly raised his eyes, his posture casual, yet surrounded by an invisible magnetic field that quietly painted the expansive virtual domain, even distant star mist slow to rotate under magnetic pull.
He chuckled softly:
"Do not be greedy, our starry world here is already blessed indeed."
"In a short period, it has established such a splendid cultivation civilization."
"Even the Earth Immortal Realm took a million years to naturally nurture Immortal Dao civilization."
He deliberately emphasized the word "natural," though his tone was calm, it contained deep meaning.
Zhou Yang paused for a moment after hearing this.
He understood his senior brother’s meaning.
Their civilization was never naturally nurtured; it was deliberately guided.
His senior brother’s magnetic martial path, aligned with the world’s magnetic field, could be seen as following the trend.
But his own blood immortal path was built from start to finish under the guidance of that mysterious teacher — Professor Chen.
In the past, they regarded Professor Chen as just another cultivator from other civilizations in the universe, casually providing guidance.
But as their realms advanced and understanding deepened, they realized the professor’s terrifying power far exceeded imagination.
That was undoubtedly a Harmonious Realm existence!
Even the transformation of the stars, Zhou Yang now suspects —perhaps it was orchestrated by Professor Chen himself, just to destroy the old system, allowing them to build a new path more aligned with the universe and easier for cultivation on the ruins.
However, over the years, they’ve never found any trace of Professor Chen.
To be precise, the other party did not wish to be seen.
Even if Professor Chen stood right before them, with their current realm, they could neither see nor touch, nor perceive any aura.
Zhou Yang suppresses his thoughts, raises his eyes to Jiang Ming, speaking seriously.
"Alright, let’s not talk about this."
"Senior brother, this time, dealing with the Natural Sovereign God, we need you to take action."
Jiang Ming nodded slightly: "Rest assured!"