"Dear, have you forgotten? We were originally nine brothers, along with **Meng** and **Mang**. Meng has betrayed us, and Mang has entered the Ant World alone; we haven't heard from him in a long time."

Chen Xiang felt a slight sting in his heart.

Mang, it must be dusk for him.

He has already perished, leaving only remnants, hanging alone in space as the sun collapses into a red moon...

After a moment of silence,

Chen Xiang temporarily cast aside his thoughts and focused on the Nine-Headed Hell Hound. According to the mirror's earlier statement, the Seven-Headed Hell Hound was already a mythological creature surpassing the level of celestial beings.

Each of its seven heads corresponds to a sin, but what about the nine heads?

"Is there more?" he asked softly.

"Yes."

Dui carefully selected and found eight particles of dust. Under Han's breath, the dust expanded into eight corpses.

Dui read the information one by one, but at this moment, he was in a state of blind foolishness and couldn't understand the meanings, simply reciting mechanically.

"This is the Ancient Flame Demon, from the Abyss Dimension, sent by Mang." He pointed at a terrifying demon's skeleton, surrounded by abyssal black flames.

"This is a Time Worm, from the Origin Dimension, hunted by Mang." He looked at a worm's corpse, with fragments of time swirling around it.

"War Dragon, from the Crimson Dimension, sent by Mang."

"Void Octopus, from the Void Dimension, sent by Mang."

"And also the Giant Brain Scythe from the Knowledge Dimension, the Profound Spirit from the Shadow Dimension, the Lost Dimension's Disaster Bull, and the White Dwarf Crab from the Spirit Dimension... All of these were hunted by Mang. It's really been a long time since Mang sent any prey."

Chen Xiang fell silent.

After a long time, he sighed and approached, touching each of the corpses. Unfortunately, he couldn't obtain any authority,

as authority requires **essence**.

The essence needed to obtain the authority of the Abyssal Hound's teeth was forcibly extracted by the director;

the skeletal hand of Wu Jinlu bore a trace of ethereal essence, a symbol of the Void Cult;

the madman's brain retained the ‘blessing' of the divine, which was also the ‘essence' of shadows.

But these corpses, long dead for who knows how many years, did not possess the essence of authority.

Chen Xiang spoke solemnly:

"Help me each take a drop of blood; a drop or two will suffice."

Dui and Han obediently complied.

After Dui collected the blood, Chen Xiang asked softly:

"Dui, can I take a drop of blood from each of you?"

"We are all derived from you, from bones to flesh and then to spirit. How could blood be different?"

Saying this, Han shouted outside the house, and the little dwarfs excitedly bit their fingers, squeezing out colorless blood.

One drop each.

"And finally... it's my turn."

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Chen Xiang took a deep breath; there was nothing in the wooden house to cut his own skin.

But he had something on his head.

He extended his hand and grasped the blade of the broken sword that was embedded in his skull.

The broken sword trembled slightly under the terrifying force, sending sharp pain through Chen Xiang's head. He didn't stop, rubbing it repeatedly until his palm was cut.

A drop of ordinary bright red blood fell.

Seventeen kinds of blood floated before Chen Xiang.

"And this."

Dui raised an eyeball covered in tentacles and sliced it open, squeezing out a drop of blood.

The seventeenth drop came from the Master of Knowledge.

Chen Xiang stared at the eyeball for a long time, thinking of Li Xiaotong, and asked:

"Dui, will your rival sense this eyeball?"

"No."

"Does it need to be placed in the eye socket to work?"

"Yes, well, not entirely; it can be placed elsewhere, but you can't use it. The fragile tentacles of this eyeball can't anchor to your body."

Chen Xiang decided to take the tentacled eyeball as well. The body of the ‘Emperor Titan' wouldn't work, but ‘Chen Xiang's' body should be fine.

"Anyway, I'm already prepared not to be human…"

He resolved to go through with it, for it was the fastest way to gain power.

The gods above were all watching covetously, and the two directors below had their own schemes.

And human capabilities were limited; that's why scheming became mainstream. But the more one plays with schemes, the more likely they are to fail due to unforeseen circumstances!

Moreover, he wasn't skilled in schemes; they were troublesome.

Pushing everything down was always the best choice!

So, the only path in front of him was this one!

"From now on, I won't be human anymore!"

Before waking from the dream,

Chen Xiang looked at Dui and asked softly:

"Dui, it seems you have a good relationship with Mang?"

"Mang was the best fighter among us. When Mang was around, he took care of me the most... Mother, is he doing well?"

Chen Xiang couldn't answer.

……………

Dreaming ended.

Seventeen drops of blood floated before Chen Xiang as time unraveled, shadows roiled, and the void distorted. A flood of forbidden knowledge burst forth along with murmurs!

His expression changed as he gathered all seventeen drops of blood into the fissure tattoo, calming everything down.

"That was close…"

Chen Xiang felt a lingering fear; he had to slow down. The time-loop runes in the secret room were about to be broken, which would trigger unpredictable changes!

"Clearly, reality is in a decaying state, yet the emergence of these things can still cause a huge uproar. But in dreams, or in the subspace, it's nothing unusual…"

"The suppression in subspace is likely much greater than in reality."

Chen Xiang exhaled a breath of turbid air, instructing the mirror to summon some phantoms to be scorched by abyssal flames, leaving behind a massive ‘divine' presence.

He attempted to guide this ‘divine' energy, not absorbing it himself, but ‘bestowing' it upon Professor Su Luo.

It succeeded.

Indeed, it was feasible.

Chen Xiang sensed that Professor Su Luo's condition had improved significantly; although he remained in a deep sleep, awakening was merely a matter of time.

He let him rest quietly in the secret room.

"Finally, it's your turn..."

Chen Xiang raised his hand, gazing at the tentacled eyeball resting in his palm. The tentacles were slippery, and each movement stirred whispers and murmurs, containing ancient knowledge of the forbidden...

"Mirror, where do you think I should place it? I definitely can't remove my original eyes."

The mirror pondered for a moment and said, "I think the navel is a great option."

"What kind of nonsense is that? Can you suggest something better?"

Chen Xiang laughed and scolded. The mirror retorted, "The navel is indeed a good choice; it has a natural indentation. When you get into a fight, if you rip off your shirt, the navel will be glaring at your enemies. How cool is that!"

"Get lost!"

Chen Xiang rolled his eyes, quietly staring at the eyeball as a torrent of murmurs and whispers surged into his mind and spirit!

But it was of no use.

It had no impact on him whatsoever.

Finally, Chen Xiang made his choice, slicing open his forehead to place the eyeball against it.

The twisted tentacles instinctively extended into the crack, a cold sensation and discomfort, along with a flood of terrifying whispers, crashed into Chen Xiang's mind!

He instinctively covered his forehead as the tentacles spread slowly within his skull, establishing a profound and mysterious connection!

Various chaotic and indistinct images presented themselves in Chen Xiang's mind like slideshows.

He saw ancient divine battles, where stars shattered in brilliant explosions;

he witnessed the collision between the outer universe and reality, where the starry sky lost its tranquility, and countless extraordinary beings rampaged;

he observed massive shadows lurking outside reality, and the forbidden lurking within it;

he glimpsed a bizarre ghost ship sailing across a vast sea, a solitary scarecrow on a mountain, and a gigantic life form devouring most of the stars in the sun...

Time flowed slowly.

By the next morning, at the appointed time for the floating car, a faint engine roar echoed outside, coming to take him to the Seven Rings, to take over the so-called Seven Rings Construction.

At this moment,

flesh and blood blossomed, and the tentacles had fully rooted themselves.

Chen Xiang closed his eyes tightly, releasing his grip from his forehead; the skin on his brow was smooth.

He opened his eyes.

The skin on his forehead suddenly cracked, and a unique, majestic eye, infused with a hint of terror, slowly opened.

Endless whispers filled the secret chamber, a divine presence ethereal, as deep as the ocean.