Chapter Ninety-Five: The Transcendence of Life

The so-called hadron collider is essentially the particle accelerator described in high school textbooks. It uses the Lorentz force as centripetal force and continuously varies the magnetic field intensity to accelerate protons endlessly. This allows observation of particles at extreme high energies, thereby unraveling the wondrous laws of the microscopic world. It stands as humanity’s gateway to the future and the truth.

Particles accelerated to their limits converge into unimaginably immense energy levels, reaching temperatures as high as a billion degrees—far hotter than the core of the sun.

Though terrifying in theory, such energy exists only in a minuscule, highly dense space. Even if it struck the human body directly, only a few atoms would be shattered. But for an absolute rigid body, it is a fatal blow.

Atoms compressed tightly together by the strong nuclear force are indeed incredibly solid. After all, they represent a miracle of physics rewritten on a small scale. Yet, when faced with a powerful strike—even a single atom’s vibration—it can trigger an avalanche-like chain reaction, instantly obliterating the entire absolute rigid body.

Adonsa hastily assembled a colossal hadron collider here, gathering talents and resources nationwide. Its purpose was to shatter the absolute rigid body of the Venom Serpent with particle collisions comparable to the cosmic Big Bang.

This was the optimal plan, meticulously calculated by Adonsa, offering the only decisive chance.

Had the Tianjing Kingdom’s military recklessly launched nuclear strikes, it would have endangered Adonsa’s particle accelerator project, jeopardizing the entire plan.

By leveraging the successive impacts of four space stations, Adonsa finally revealed the Venom Serpent’s defenses and utterly crushed them all.

The scattered Delta Pomes of the Venom Serpent dispersed into the air, gradually dissipating within the magnetic fields of all things.

Perhaps a spark remained, capable of miraculously awakening after tens of millions of years, but at least for now, it posed no threat.

Risking everything, Adonsa gathered the residual Delta Pomes and extracted invaluable information contained within.

The Venom Serpent originated from another chaotic universe—a realm devoid of matter and energy, lacking even space and time, inhabited solely by various spiritual entities of differing strengths.

That was the idealist universe—a world formed purely of spirit and thought.

Yet all of that was now history. A tremendous force suddenly burst into that world, an endless malice infecting every free and unrestrained thought, dragging the entire universe into the abyss’s mire.

Staring at the polluted red memory, Adonsa felt suffocated.

It hastily severed the memory reading; if it continued, it feared that force might traverse infinite time and space to reach it.

What, then, was that?

Adonsa dared not ponder this question further. At least for now, it absolutely could not associate itself with a being capable of destroying universes; even a mere glance could lead to disastrous consequences.

Composing itself, Adonsa cautiously observed.

At the universe’s final moment of destruction, the most powerful entities of the idealist universe combined their strength to detonate the entire cosmos. They chose self-destruction rather than being consumed and corrupted by an unknown dark god.

The idealist universe was like a shattered egg, countless droplets scattered into the void—some wiped out by the endless emptiness, others fortunate enough to enter another universe.

The Venom Serpent was one such fortunate fragment, yet also deeply unfortunate.

Life from the idealist universe entering a material world was akin to a deep-sea fish stranded in a desert, nearly evaporating instantly in the harsh environment.

It clung to survival parasitically within humans, slowly initiating its plan.

It created the belief in the Way of Heaven, planting it deep in every human heart, selecting suitable individuals to awaken their spiritual power, providing itself with means to alter and observe the world.

To resist the oppression of the material world, the Venom Serpent had to concentrate all its spirit, painstakingly executing this plan.

Three thousand years passed.

Three millennia of change, which were miraculous even to the Venom Serpent, originally devoid of any concept of time.

Most of the time it remained dormant, recovering and accumulating strength, but occasional awakenings brought profound loneliness.

This world held almost no other idealist life besides itself; all other beings failed to resonate with it.

Thus, it vowed to transform this world, to rebuild its own universe, forging this planet into an idealist cosmos transcending matter.

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“I need to sleep for a while,” Adonsa told Helena.

Helena immediately shouted, “What’s with that overly relaxed ‘the end of the show’ attitude? Do you think everything’s over just because you defeated that Way of Heaven?”

Of course, Adonsa didn’t think so. It knew that whether it was the remnants of the Pulse Beings within Tianjing, the mechanical life of Amester, or the ambiguously aligned Frankenstein, all eyed it with hostility.

But the damage caused by forcibly activating the Undead Tree was immense. Merely controlling a combat weapon whose evolution level surpassed its own by an entire major step was already exhausting. Moreover, genetic deterioration and reflux from the Undead Tree had infected its body and all its splintered selves simultaneously.

Though outwardly it showed no signs, Adonsa’s vitality was nearly depleted, no longer able to sustain a serious battle.

Adonsa said, “I must repair the damage from this fight and assimilate the resources gained to evolve once more. Otherwise, I have no chance of victory.”

After a brief silence, Helena muttered gloomily, “I’m a demon. Don’t think I’ll show you loyalty. If anything happens, I’ll immediately flee with Livida. Don’t try to threaten me—you can’t imagine a demon’s methods.”

Adonsa paid no mind to Helena’s words; in fact, it had plans in place.

“My splinter selves are severely wounded, but my reincarnated form and followers still retain full combat strength. And several of my experiments will contribute as well.”

From the darkness emerged a dozen distinct figures, exuding alien and formidable auras, causing Helena to narrow her eyes and murmur, “Now it’s getting interesting.”

Adonsa’s research on its followers finally bore fruit. Even if its main consciousness fell into slumber, it could maintain sufficient combat power.

Far away in Amester, countless mechanical beasts slumbered within containers, heavy transport machines roaring as they carried these living killing machines to distant lands.

Frankenstein smiled in his laboratory.

A group of small, capsule-shaped yellow creatures piloted a captured pirate ship, now grotesquely transformed. Powered by exaggerated rocket thrusters, it sped forward, nearly breaking apart. Several pirates, stripped down to their underwear, hung from the mast, wailing pitifully.

In a corner of Wushui, a lump of sludge quivered, coalescing into humanoid form, and was happily taken away under the protection of Wang Daoming.

Everywhere stirred unrest, unleashing a storm that would overturn the world at Adonsa’s most vulnerable moment.