The genesis of all things required a being that was simultaneously human in identity and flesh, yet utterly transcended and destined to obliterate humanity. Let him be called Adam, the first human… and the last… Adam unleashed the light of his spirit. A soft radiance began to envelope him, and inexplicably, in those brief seconds, every memory since consciousness dawned flooded his mind.

Especially the memories preceding the destruction of the base. Those things buried deepest within his brain… had he truly not forgotten them? It had been so long since they surfaced… “Is this the lifetime review humans experience before death?

What an irony; I am to destroy humanity, yet I possess their memories… The human part of me is about to die; what remains will be the part of the ultimate life form. This is good…” As memories flickered through Adam’s mind, until the light of his spirit fully connected with the Alchemical Array, mere seconds had passed. Those nearby merely saw Adam hesitate slightly, then place his hand forward again.

In the span of those few seconds, several people nearby suddenly began to tremble violently, then their bodies abruptly split open, releasing countless fine tentacles. Yes. These individuals had already been silently permeated by the Supervirus long before this moment.

Up until now, the weakest among them had begun their transformation. Adam had now initiated the final phase of the completion project. Although he registered the abnormality of those few, he could not afford to be distracted by thought.

He enveloped the Lance of Longinus entirely within the light of his spirit, then aimed the spear tip at his own chest. As people trembled around him, the tip slowly pierced his sternum. An awareness, not of pain, but of entering something, instantly flooded him—a feeling indescribable, save perhaps as stepping into a new realm, the domain of the divine, a plane of higher existence, or perhaps… the Tao!

“So this is it. This world we inhabit, and our very forms of life, are merely… the creation of that entity which crafts these worlds. Soon, very soon, we shall meet…” The Lance of Longinus completely impaled Adam.

All the light of his spirit transformed into luminous filaments, hovering behind him like more than ten pairs of wings. These filaments, composed of spirit light, did not drift aimlessly but moved toward the dozen or so individuals with strong mental fortitude. The first person caught off guard was instantly entangled by these filaments.

He roared immediately, his entire body erupting with fluctuations resembling spirit light, which transmitted along the filaments back to Adam. Simultaneously, as Adam plunged the Lance into his chest, the Alchemical Array on the ground blazed to life. With the illumination, the array became three-dimensional and colossal, forming a light matrix that enveloped the entire warehouse.

If viewed from the outside, a gigantic, luminous schematic would be faintly visible atop the warehouse, growing ever more distinct. “That diagram…” Those lying in wait outside the warehouse instantly saw the growing, solidifying light array. It featured incredibly intricate runes and patterns, the most striking elements being thirteen shapes resembling eyes.

Each eye held its own distinct symbol, and behind the eyes, a discernible pair of wings. Beyond the circular array occupied by these thirteen eyes, there was one immeasurably large circle at its very apex. The entire structure, observed by its shape, resembled tree roots: branching outward at the bottom, each branch terminating in an eye, while the main trunk was formed by the upward sweep of these branches, culminating in the great circle at the summit.

This… this was the diagram of the Tree of Life. “This world… to create a world, one must first construct the entire worldview, then the hierarchy of power, followed by the system of life forms… most importantly, history. Ah, a standard universe, where life forms differ slightly from reality.

The earliest life possessed immense power—that was early Earth, before the dinosaurs, before even the giant insects… these creatures were formidable but gradually vanished as the terrestrial environment changed. Surviving life either slumbered or evolved. These were the most powerful beings.

The evolutionary paths of common life forms follow reality’s progression. Correct, evolution… let’s adjust the power levels slightly, making evolution the primary mechanism: First Gene Lock, Second Gene Lock, six locks in total. The fifth layer is the pinnacle.

The sixth layer… I’ll establish it as a layer no life form can ever reach, but one that can tantalize readers, filling them with speculation. As for the sixth layer, it would allow transcendence of this world’s cage. As for how to reach it… I haven’t decided that part yet.” “Then there is history.

First, the vanishing of those powerful creatures. The slumbering ones remain asleep, while others evolve. Or perhaps, they degrade.

Thus, the world entered the Dinosaur Age. Uh. Next.

The first batch of humans appeared, perhaps during the early to mid-Dinosaur Age…” This speech arose abruptly, as if it were already present in everyone’s mind. There was no sound, only meaning. In an instant, everyone heard these words and grasped their significance.

But that was all. As the speech concluded with the final clause, “during the early to mid-Dinosaur Age…” It vanished entirely, as if the entire moment had been nothing more than auditory hallucination. (What was that!

What was that passage? A message from a Saint? No, the tone wasn’t that of a Saint, and it even discussed world creation and history… Could it be!

Could it be a message from the Box Maker? Why would he leave such a message? Did someone obtain an artifact left by the Box Maker?

No, Adam obtained it?) Hearing this influx of information, Xiao Honglü’s heart hammered wildly. If he had a singular, greatest concern in his carefully laid plans, it was the possibility of Adam acquiring relics left by Saints or cultivators. In the entire Reincarnation World, the hierarchy of power started with mere physical strength—the baseline of ordinary humans, or slightly stronger than military-grade individuals.

Next were those who had enhanced skills or attributes from the ‘Main God.’ Stronger still were those who had unlocked Gene Locks and enhanced their skills or attributes. The strongest possessed both enhancements and unlocked high-level Gene Locks, in addition to their own comprehended skills or attributes—like Zheng Zha and his duplicates. Generally, this was the power comparison.

However, exceptions arose: the Saints and cultivators who created the Reincarnation World. They left behind unique relics containing their creations or cultivation methods—items far more advanced and potent than anything exchanged via the ‘Main God.’ Judging even by the incomplete runic cultivation technology in Chu Xuan’s hands, the truly vital element was the inheritance of the ancient knowledge system, not merely the products of that knowledge. Similarly, as the Box Maker, that entity existed beyond imagination.

Such a vast cosmos, with such complex worlds, was merely the fabrication of that single organism. All of this was beyond the scope of human conception. If Adam had indeed obtained an artifact from the Box Maker—even if it wasn't a crucial technology or technique—the gap between it and the relics of Saints and cultivators would be vast, utterly surpassing them, because they simply did not stand on the same plane, much like humans and ants.

Humans can construct an artificial ant hill, but ants cannot comprehend any human thought or action; such is the magnitude of the difference in levels. Xiao Honglü felt a deep, unsettling dread. His entire scheme was built upon the assumption that the maximum threat Adam posed was obtaining relics from Saints and cultivators.

If that limit were surpassed—if Adam reached Zheng Zha’s level of power, for instance—his entire strategy would be useless, let alone the possibility of Adam obtaining something from the Box Maker. (I can only hope my suspicion is wrong. The Box Maker has no reason to leave behind any relic in this universe.

So… everything is up to fate.) Xiao Honglü sighed, then focused intently on the massive light array, which now seemed almost solid. The sudden appearance and equally abrupt disappearance of that speech were followed by a sudden wave of music entering everyone’s minds. No, ‘music’ was an inaccurate term.

It was a melody of exquisite beauty, yet when one tried to listen closely and articulate it, it proved impossible to express in language. This was a sound born only in the deepest recesses of the spirit, laden with hatred, violence, and sorrow… Adam, within the warehouse, had his luminous filaments already wrapped around seven or eight of the strong-willed individuals. Without exception, these people erupted with surging spirit light, which flowed along the filaments into Adam.

In mere seconds, the first person entangled in the light ceased his roaring, which slowly quieted and then fell silent. This person dissolved like foam, utterly ceasing to exist in this world, leaving behind only a faint, sticky residue on the floor as proof of his prior presence. (Amniotic fluid?

A total return to the beginning of life, where life itself merges…?) Song Tian watched everything coolly. He did not fear death; he feared the fragility of life and the despair of being powerless to control his own destiny. Compared to the natural cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, he would rather die in battle beneath the blade of the strongest warrior.

But dying in battle was not his ultimate pursuit; his quest was the supreme realm of the Blade Dao. Or, in other words, the pinnacle of power. In the Reincarnation World, he was a premier powerhouse; fewer than ten people could rival his strength.

But his goal was to surpass them all… Adam had presented him with this opportunity, and he would never relinquish it, even at the cost of his life. (What kind of realm is that? One that transcends human thought and conception, reaching the state of a ‘God,’ both in power and philosophy.

Furthermore… Adam mentioned that will and spirit light are the essence of this life form. If my will and spirit light can surpass Adam’s and everyone else’s, does that mean I too might…) Song Tian took a deep breath. He did not evade; instead, he charged directly toward the luminous filaments, allowing them to wrap around him.

He unleashed his spirit light completely, illuminating intensely along with the entwining strands. It was only then that the surrounding people snapped out of their shock. They immediately cried out and scrambled away.

In their flight, several more were touched and ensnared by the mutated individuals now covered in pulsating tentacles. Immediately, teeth and tentacles erupted to envelop them. These appendages not only bit at the victims but also consumed the bodies of the mutated individuals themselves.

The scene became utterly chaotic, with more than a dozen people meeting violent ends in a short time. Miyata Kuraki was one of those standing nearest to Adam, but he was not a mentalist; he was a genuine close-combat expert. He had already managed to escape when the light filaments first swept out.

After watching the entangled individuals dissolve into sticky foam in mere seconds, he immediately lunged toward Aoi Sora, who had just been ensnared. Before he reached her, his blade was already drawn. Unfortunately, as the spirit light of several people fed into Adam, the transformation speed of those wrapped by the filaments accelerated rapidly.

Those with weaker underlying strength changed the fastest. When Miyata Kuraki was still two or three meters from Aoi Sora, the girl’s body was already becoming translucent. She struggled to turn her head toward Miyata Kuraki, her lips forming the clear shape of the words, go quickly.

Her face held an expression of gentle melancholy, like a farewell; she could no longer be with him… “No!” Miyata Kuraki trembled violently and threw himself toward Aoi Sora, but what he embraced was only a pool of foamy residue. The girl vanished within his arms. At that moment, the light filament wrapping the girl began to turn toward him.

“My eyes aren't blind, and my heart can still see… The one who truly schemed against us and killed us is you! Adam!” Miyata Kuraki did not dodge. His eyes blazing red, he stared fixedly at Adam, then leveled his long sword.

“The blade severs flesh; the heart severs the soul. But ultimately, one must sever the self. Today, I will sacrifice my own existence to cut through both myself and you!” “Heart’s Eye… Great Dark Heaven, Annihilation Shatter!” Miyata Kuraki swung his blade.

His skin and muscles disintegrated first, countless pieces of flesh scattering into the void to form blood-red eyes, a vision terrifying and grotesque. It happened so quickly; only a few seconds had passed since he initiated the swing. As he unleashed the strike, his entire body dissolved into foam.

The blood-red eyes began to replicate immediately. In an instant, the entire warehouse was submerged in the space conjured by these eyes. In less than eight or nine seconds, and only three or four seconds after Miyata Kuraki turned to foam, the number of blood-red eyes reached tens of thousands.

Then, one by one, the eyes shattered like glass. The space around them seemed to fracture simultaneously. The entire warehouse cracked open like breaking glass with a sharp snap.

All the blood-red eyes vanished, and the warehouse remained intact, as if everything that had occurred had been a mere illusion. It was no illusion. After absorbing the spirit light of several individuals, Adam’s body had been surging with intense radiance.

However, following the explosive disintegration of the blood-red eyes, this intense light abruptly dimmed. Not only that, but every person within the blast radius of the shattering eyes stared blankly, their expressions vacant. Adam’s mouth parted slightly, as if attempting to speak, but no sound emerged.

He no longer spared a glance for the others in the warehouse. After absorbing Song Tian’s spirit light, he shot upward, bursting through the warehouse roof and ascending into the open air, directly entering the center of the massive light array. Countless light filaments gathered behind him, truly forming more than a dozen pairs of luminous wings.

He leaped toward the sky.