Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 296 Escape to the Source
The new god was shrouded in light, and no one could see its true form.

Under the gaze of the new god, in a place infinitely far from the strange space, at the source of countless beams of light, the entire body of the crazed monster was bursting with light.

Beneath each shattered scale, a massive beam of light erupted, each beam containing nearly limitless energy. These beams of light, emanating from all directions, made the monster resemble a dazzling star.

No, it's not a star; it's far more brilliant than a star, more dazzling than a supernova. A "star" capable of illuminating the entire universe, spanning trillions of light-years, is beyond everyone's imagination.

The new god gazed intently at the source of this power.

"This power is too great."

The new god sighed, a rare occurrence.

This is not a power that mortals can control; this almost limitless power is comparable to that of an absolute god.

This power was so immense that even the monster itself couldn't control it. Its flesh and blood couldn't withstand the force, and its entire body tore apart.

The crazed monster's body rapidly disintegrated under the impact of its own immense power.

The monster roared in resentment, but it was forced to die. Its pupils lost their color, and its body turned to dust until it vanished without a trace. The power that had been surging forth also paused briefly.

But the next moment, the monster's figure reappeared from the void.

This time, the monster that returned from the dead grew many heads, and those heads had all sorts of strange faces, such as human heads, eagle heads, tiger heads, and bull heads...

Those trillions of heads now share the same body.

The resurrected monster once again unleashed its power upon the universe.

Although there is death, death is nothing more than a long sleep. What way is there to defeat a monster that is driven mad and unwilling to die?
"Its power is too great; even it cannot withstand it."

The new god said it very directly.

"But even if it dies, it will come back to life, stronger each time. It is gradually adapting to its own power."

The solemn way of the non-gods.

Before the two gods, the monster had died dozens of times, collapsed dozens of times due to its own power, and revived dozens of times.

Each time, its form undergoes a tremendous change, but it is unable to resist the powerful force that inexplicably surges within its body.

The power surging from the monster's body was beyond its control, but the monster did not intend to control it.

An unprecedented rage completely destroyed the monster's sanity, its deep red to dark pupils contorting into a ferocious and savage rage.

Since these tiny insects want to die, then let them die! Let this universe be destroyed by my wrath!

Food? Patience? Rules? None of that matters!
At this moment, all the monster needs to do is vent its rage.

"Gods, have we reached the end of the road? What should we do?"

An insect-like creature spoke urgently to the two gods, but in the next instant, it vanished into thin air, only to reappear in the blink of an eye.

The damage originating from the upper reaches of the river of time and space has already begun to affect the lower reaches.

The law of causality does have a very high tolerance for error, but it cannot create something from nothing. If there is no past, how can there be a future?

The spacetime special forces are desperately trying to save the upstream spacetime, but the large-scale spacetime collapse has inevitably affected the spacetime at this moment.

"No, our history is being destroyed, we can't stay in this time and space anymore, we must escape."

Someone screamed, and numerous flashing lights echoed this assessment.

Many beings have realized that they can no longer stay in this space-time, and perhaps they can escape to other space-times to hide for a while?
"Escape? Where can we escape to?"

The non-god shook his head.

"This is the final battle. If we win this battle, we will be able to move towards that bright future."

The non-god god stretched out his hand and pointed to the void before him.

"Look, the future has already sent us images. There are no snakes or gods in that future; it is an era that belongs only to us mortals."

"And to make these a reality, what we need to do is win this battle."

In the void pointed to by the non-god, an image appeared.

Countless colossal machines, as large as stars, are reshaping the face of the universe, rearranging the positions of stars, decompressing black holes into matter, and pulling the expanding universe back onto its proper course...

In that devastated postwar universe, the new human civilization had so much to do.

In that future, everything was moving in a positive direction.

"These are all just possibilities... This war has far exceeded the limits of what the law of causality can influence. Even our future selves are nothing more than beautiful illusions."

But then, some people became pessimistic.

In the future predicted by the law of causality, the future is indeed beautiful, but that's because... if it's not beautiful, it means that everything, including the causal universe, has been destroyed by that raging monster.

Of course, assuming there is a future, it will naturally be a bright one.

But that's assuming there's a future...

"But that means even cause and effect acknowledge that if we win this battle, we will have won completely, right?"

The non-god of gods neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead asked a question.

"But we can't win. That monster is invincible."

The new god said...

"We need to win this battle, why do we need to defeat that monster?"

The non-god-like god spoke with profound meaning.

The new god looked at the non-god god, suddenly realized something, and nodded.

“There is another way… escape to the source,” the two deities said in unison.

……

In the void, the monster was like a torch illuminating this universe spanning trillions of light-years, with numerous beams of light gushing out and heading in all directions of the universe.

The monster has changed its appearance again.

Its eyes are filled with radiance. When its eyes are open, the dazzling light can illuminate even this dark and desolate universe; and when its eyes are closed, the universe, having lost its radiance, is plunged back into darkness.

With each blink of my eyes, the stars twinkled.

A crimson dragon-serpent coiled between the universe, spewing out invisible clouds and roaring with inexplicable thunder.

In the vast universe, there are no clouds or thunder, but when it appears, the entire universe has to change its laws, producing a kind of strange cloud-like gas and strange lightning.

The majestic dragon, the creator god, is both a dragon and a god.

The Dragon God roared amidst the stars of the universe, his body spewing forth countless pillars of light. But even the Dragon God's body could not withstand this overwhelming power, and ultimately it shattered and vanished without a trace.

The next moment, the dead monster returned from the dead once more.

"Pain...it hurts...hunger...bugs...damn it..."

My thoughts started to become chaotic and disordered.

The body is destroyed time and time again, and then crawls back from the brink of death time and time again. Even monsters cannot ignore this.

Death should be its slumber, a long sleep after exhaustion. When a monster dies, it proves that it is tired.

But a person who should have been asleep was staring with bloodshot eyes, gritting his teeth as he held the keyboard and mouse, determined to kill that disgusting monster.

His high spirits certainly kept him going, but physical and mental fatigue was still present.

The monster felt somewhat tired, but it wasn't planning to go into hibernation until it had eliminated the insects.

At that moment, the enraged monster sensed something amiss.

"The bug... got away?"

……

"This universe will be destroyed."

God said decisively.

"However, when the universe is destroyed, all spacetime will vanish, and then another thing that should have been hidden will emerge."

This universe is like a painting.

The owner of the painting initially painted a monster or horror painting, but was not satisfied with the result, so he painted a modern urban painting based on the old painting.

However, because a snake in the old painting could not be completely covered, the owner had no choice but to reluctantly incorporate it into the new painting. As a result, the cunning snake brought some elements from the old painting into the new one.

Thus, inexplicably, strange and ghostly figures appeared in what should have been a modern painting depicting modern prosperity.

Psychic powers, the subspace, monsters, supernatural phenomena... all of these are elements left over from old paintings because of the snake.

And what will happen when the enraged snake finally tries to destroy the new painting?

"When this world is destroyed, the old world will reappear."

The new god said solemnly.

The old world no longer exists, because from the perspective of the new world, the old world never existed at all.

Even if we travel back in time to the Big Bang 130 billion years ago, we wouldn't see any old world, because there's no trace of gods or demons in that world.

The only thing capable of reversing all of this is the snake, which was not even born in this world.

But the snake had no intention of reversing all of this.

But now that the new world has been destroyed, doesn't that mean the old world that has been hidden is about to emerge?

"Did you plan all of this from the very beginning?"

The new god countered with a question.

The non-god shook his head.

"No, we didn't foresee that either. We knew snakes were powerful, but we didn't expect them to be this powerful..."

"but……"

The non-god looked at the new god, and in his pupils were countless faces and eyes. Those countless eyes stared at the new god, and countless voices spoke.

"But we are the weak."

"The strong can act recklessly, unleashing their power at will without regard for the consequences, even at the cost of destroying the universe. The weak can only exhaust themselves, tread on thin ice, and do everything in their power to avoid making mistakes."

"Power breeds arrogance, while weakness fosters humility. This is precisely the advantage that the weak have over the strong, and it is also the driving force that propels the new generation forward."

"We have spared no effort in planning every bit of strength and considering every possibility. We dare not slacken in the slightest. If we still fail to win, then we will have no regrets."

"And now..."

Countless faces and countless voices spoke in unison.

"Let's see who will last the longest!"

Beyond the universe, those microcosms that were attached to the macrocosm have broken free of their constraints and begun to advance into the distant past.

Beneath the endless beams of light that strike indiscriminately across time and space, these microcosms struggle forward amidst danger, much like warships struggling to advance in a storm.

(End of this chapter)