MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 97 Tool Man

As if suddenly relieved, Fang Zheng said in a relaxed tone, "Alright, then let's not waste any more words. Let's continue, and continue to leave all of you to another tributary."

"I'm in a hurry too, so I'll go and see if the main storyline you're talking about, that true timeline, really exists!"

In the blink of an eye, all living beings in this spacetime perished, leaving only an even more powerful and magnificent spacetime warship, which once again transformed into a fish and was collected by Fang Zheng.

Time and again, Fang Zheng stepped into the Time-Space Hole, heading towards that more distant tributary of time and space, containing incredible possibilities, to pass on that ever-rich legacy to one similar yet different person after another.

Time and time again, until...

Above the vast heavens, beyond the boundary sea of ​​the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths universe, lies a boundless, blood-red ocean.

This vast ocean, similar to the Boundary Sea, is composed of the remnants of a destroyed universe, stained red with the blood of the powerful, resembling a sea of ​​death, and is a place of sacrifice.

In the center of this blood-red ocean lies a loess plateau, seemingly both infinitely large and infinitely small, shrouded in a gray-black mist.

Fang Zheng took a step forward, stepped into the coffin again, fell into the corpse, and arrived here.

He was about to release the space-time warship when he heard an urgent shout: "Fellow Daoist Fangzheng, please wait a moment!"

Fang Zheng turned around and saw ten hideous "zombies" standing with a handsome and extraordinary-looking man.

These ten zombies were shrouded in gray mist and black aura, their figures blurry and indistinct, as if they had been pixelated.

Occasionally, a body would emerge from the gray mist and black gas, appearing in a rotten and twisted form, with bloodshot pupils and twisted bone spurs and tentacles growing from its torso, making it look extremely disgusting.

However, Fang Zheng was no stranger to these guys.

Dark matter spreads downwards from the source of spacetime, destroying everything. Once it encounters any force that tries to resist, it will directly mimic the corresponding combat power.

From the initial Dark Immortal King to the later Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor, and now to the Dark Immortal Emperor, these guys are nothing more than enemies constantly spawned by the space-time warship.

Fang Zheng asked numbly, "You are the Dark Immortal Emperors? Weren't you all supposed to be stupid long ago? Haven't you been completely destroyed by yourselves in this timeline?"

Fang Zheng's tone gradually shifted from numb to excited: "Could it be that we're already close to the main trunk?"

The Dark Immortal Emperors, beings who had been worshipped by countless people, throbbed with anger and seemed ready to attack on the spot upon hearing Fang Zheng's blatant insults, but ultimately restrained themselves.

A Dark Immortal Emperor, barely suppressing his anger, bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang Zheng, we discovered you and witnessed everything you did not long ago in your earth-shattering roar."

The leading Dark Immortal Emperor took a deep breath, blowing away the gray mist and black energy around him, revealing his rotten and disgusting body.

He bowed sincerely, revealing a humble posture, and said, "Fellow Daoist Fangzheng, we were once like frogs at the bottom of a well, calling ourselves the Strange Clan. In order to obtain the power of immortality, we constantly sacrificed our blood to the myriad worlds."

However, in Fang Zheng's roar, when they discovered the existence of other spacetime tributaries, they finally realized that they were nothing more than puppets existing behind the dark matter, a tool used to destroy everything.

This fact was hard for the Dark Immortal Emperors to accept.

They once stood at the pinnacle of all realms, possessing unparalleled power. They reaped the endless lives of all realms, sacrificing them to the eerie plateau in exchange for immortality and the power to be resurrected. They were complacent and arrogant, considering themselves the masters of all realms, regarding all realms and countless beings as ants, as offerings.

But when they discovered that countless versions of themselves still existed in other spacetime tributaries, occupying the eerie plateau like ants, yet without any intelligence, they began to feel fear.

They realized that if the destruction continued, what would they be when all the heavens and worlds were completely destroyed?
Throughout the entire universe, at the pinnacle of the strange race, there are only ten Immortal Emperors.

Although the ten progenitors of the strange race are buried in the eerie Loess Plateau, they are often in a state of slumber.

These ten Immortal Emperor-level beings are the highest leaders of the strange race.

In their terror, they made their first attempt to halt the relentless acts of destruction perpetrated by all the strange races throughout the myriad realms, their sacrifice of everything to the strange plateau.

But it failed immediately.

They originally thought that destroying all the heavens and myriad worlds and sacrificing everything to the eerie plateau was only to gain greater power, to resurrect the mysterious beings that were once buried in the eerie plateau, and thus obtain their rewards.

That's why they keep creating black mist and gray fog, creating more bizarre races, and continuously reaping and destroying all the worlds.

However, when they tried to stop this behavior, they discovered that the dark matter and the bizarre race that had been acting arbitrarily, wantonly polluting, eroding, and destroying everything no longer obeyed their commands.

The once mighty power that could destroy the universe in a single thought and annihilate all living beings with a flick of the finger has become useless.

They were even shocked to discover that the destructive impulse within their consciousness was uncontrollable and unstoppable.

They tried to call for help, appealing to the ten eerie progenitors, who possessed the power of sacrificial arts, who were buried and slumbering in the strange plateau.

It should be understood that the realm of sacrificial rites is above even the realm of immortal emperors.

The Immortal Emperor was already the pinnacle of all the heavens and myriad realms, the end of the path of cultivation, but the Sacrifice Master went a step further, severing all cause and effect and transcending the shackles of the Great Dao.

The key to breaking through the sacrificial path is to "sacrifice the path one has cultivated".

Abandoning all past cultivation and laws, even burning the concept of "Tao," one reaches the ultimate state where there is no Tao to follow and no path to take.

The priest can sever all threads of fate, unifying the past, present, and future; any schemes against the priest are ineffective.

However, the ten Immortal Emperors of the Strange Clan were shocked to discover that the Strange Ancestor, who was once omnipotent in their memories and an incomparably powerful sacrificial being, had actually died.

When their attempts to awaken the ancestors failed, they hardened their hearts and dug up the coffins of the ten progenitors, only to find that there were only ten completely rotten corpses inside.

Even when they tried to unleash the power of the eerie plateau, the rotting corpses could not be resurrected.

They tried to call for help again. Although they could not stop their destruction of the myriad worlds, they tried their best to keep it under control and appealed to the few remaining Immortal Emperors in the myriad worlds for help.

After hearing all this, Fang Zheng understood. He asked coldly, "So, you want me to give you milk so you can break free from the shackles of dark matter?"

"Then take it..." Fang Zheng arranged the box and placed the milk inside.

The ten Celestial Emperors of the Mysterious Clan rushed forward with great joy, trying to be the first to obtain the milk and break free from the shackles of the dark matter.

However, just as they rushed forward, began to open the box, and were about to take out the milk, they died.

Their once agile movements came to an abrupt halt. Tools are ultimately just tools; as instruments of destruction, their rationality is merely a dispensable addition.

When such additions hinder the function of destruction, they lose their meaning of existence.

“Just as I thought…” Fang Zheng shook his head and looked at the heroic man not far away.

At this moment, the Desolate Emperor Shi Hao looked up at the sky. As a Celestial Emperor, his eyes reflected endless time and space, illuminating the past and the future.

At the beginning and end of that long river of time, before anyone knew when, endless darkness had enveloped everything.

Staring at the bizarre, cube-shaped figure before him, the Desolate Emperor Shi Hao felt a surge of destructive impulse. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "I think I understand something."

"Please continue your journey, I must go."

He took light steps, looked up at the sky, and his gaze gradually became vacant.

A colorless divine fire inexplicably ignited on his physical body and primordial spirit. This was a sacrifice, a sacrifice of his own physical body and primordial spirit, his Immortal Emperor Dao Fruit, and everything else.

As the divine fire spread, the past, present, and future—along this river of time—all of Desolate Emperor Shi Hao's past and future selves, including his former relatives, friends, masters, disciples, comrades, and subordinates…

Everything associated with him was burned to ashes by this divine fire.

Just before the figure completely disappeared, a sigh rang in Fang Zheng's ears: "How pathetic..."

Then, another sentence, uttered through gritted teeth, came out: "How shameful!"

Fang Zheng was completely baffled: "What do you understand?"

"He also inexplicably died?" He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and placed the time-space battleship back down.

The space-time warship once again swallowed everything. Driven by the impulse to self-destruct, countless beings destroyed themselves. Fang Zheng once again entrusted everything to the space-time warship and stepped into a more distant space-time tributary.

Aside from the initial few times, the spacetime warship had acquired the ability to spontaneously travel to more distant spacetime tributaries, and Fang Zheng followed it, continuing this endless journey. Again and again, and again and again…

In the increasingly distant tributaries of time and space, the river of time shrouded in darkness grows longer and longer, seemingly approaching the main trunk in some sense.

One after another, tributaries of the river of time, after Fang Zheng's arrival, all living beings were drawn into the spacetime warship, experienced countless trials, and ultimately perished in a self-destructive impulse. Fang Zheng then traveled once again to an even more distant river of time.

This continued repeatedly, and a full day passed.

Fang Zheng has been in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths for four days now.

He arrived at the final destination of his journey.

When the space-time warship was placed and devoured the entire space-time tributary, countless beings once again chose self-destruction without hesitation.

However, this time, when Fang Zheng tried to send the spaceship to a more distant spacetime tributary, he found that it was no longer possible.

In that endless void, inside that coffin, which was even more void than void itself, Fang Zheng bumped into that corpse.

The indistinct corpse began to become clear, revealing a square and familiar face.

That's the Desolate Heavenly Emperor! That's Ye Fan's face!

Suddenly, as if a corpse had risen from the dead, the body in the coffin opened its eyes.

Immediately, all things, all realms, and the endless river of time began to emerge from the void anew, enveloping Fang Zheng within them.

……

In a secluded, unknown land, the moonlight is gentle, the silver moon hangs high, and the sky is full of stars.

Fang Zheng was swallowed up by the torrent of the world in the void and came here.

This is a vast wilderness teeming with life and teeming with wild beasts.

Under the moonlight, in a corner, there is a small mountain village, and Fang Zheng is standing here at this moment.

Watching the villagers come and go, men, women, and children dressed in animal skins dancing and eating meat around the bonfire with smiles, they didn't care about Fang Zheng's existence as a blocky person at all, and even invited Fang Zheng to join the feast.

Fang Zheng asked, somewhat puzzled, "Isn't this Shicun?"

About two days ago, the Taiyin God Emperor and others discovered that there were human-shaped voids in the history of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Because the upper reaches of the river of time are shrouded in darkness, it is impossible to see the past through divination. We can only reproduce the historical traces that once existed by deducing the traces of the Dao.

In those historical traces, the hollow humanoid being named Shi Hao, the Desolate Emperor, lived in this small mountain village during his childhood.

"What kind of place is this? Is this the past?" Fang Zheng flew into the sky, trying to see his surroundings, but suddenly stepped into a huge dojo.

Small bridges over flowing water, long pavilions and towers—a cluster of exquisite and elegant buildings.

In the distance, a colossal black divine bull, as large as a mountain, was dancing, while a strange creature, resembling both a dragon and a silkworm, soared through the air and fought with a golden monkey.

In the vast lake, a flower called the Lotus of Eternal Reincarnation blooms, its radiant light soaring into the sky, interwoven with Dao patterns.

Beside the lake, there was a plant that Fang Zheng was very familiar with growing. It was the immortal medicine called the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree, and Fang Zheng had its seeds in his backpack.

With another step, Fang Zheng disappeared from this place once again, entering another world.

The vast sacred mountain and palace complex seem to be inhabited by countless gods.

A swaying peach tree atop a sacred mountain transformed into a dignified middle-aged man, drinking wine and raising a toast to Fang Zheng.

Suddenly, a large, black dog, as strong as an ox and with glossy fur, darted past the middle-aged man.

The dog had several plump peaches in its mouth. When the middle-aged man saw it, he immediately kicked the dog hard in the butt. The dog howled and ran into the void rift.

With another step, Fang Zheng was once again far from this world, entering a quiet and elegant courtyard.

"Where is this place again?" Fang Zheng muttered to himself.

This small courtyard is like an ordinary family home, not very large. There are four men pouring wine in the courtyard, and the wine glasses reflect the myriad worlds and countless living beings.

They simultaneously waved to Fang Zheng, inviting him, "Fellow Daoist, after a dream spanning countless millennia, why not come and have a drink?"

However, looking at their faces, Fang Zheng suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Desolate Heavenly Emperor Shi Hao? Ye Fan? And the other two, are you quadruplets?"

The four people, despite wearing different clothes, all had the same face.

Smiling, the four men with identical faces raised their glasses and clinked them together.

A vast ripple arose from this, and the myriad worlds within the cup, as well as the myriad worlds outside, were obliterated into nothingness due to this collision.

In the endless void, only a small courtyard remains.

But as they clinked glasses again, amidst the vast fluctuations, yet another realm of myriad worlds was created.

As we clink glasses again, the endless universe is extinguished, the river of time and space dries up, and everything returns to nothingness.

Fang Zheng suddenly realized what had happened and angrily questioned, "What the hell are you guys up to?!"

"Why do you look exactly like the corpse in the coffin?"

"Are you responsible for the continuous destruction of the world?"

"What on earth is wrong with you all?"

(End of this chapter)