Survival for All: I can deconstruct projections and synthesize everything.

In the deepest part of the microcosm, in a space where time stands still, Lin Xiao sits cross-legged.

Time flows hundreds of times faster here than outside; a day that passes outside is more than a year that passes here.

Lin Xiao has been in seclusion here for a long time, but his brows are still furrowed.

Because he knew he hadn't done enough.

Although his miniature universe has already incorporated the rules of nine SSS-level talents, it is still far from enough.

In this universe, besides the rules governing those eight SSS-level talent survivors, there are countless other rules.

Those rules, while not as powerful as SSS-level talents, are just as important.

Because they together form the basis for the operation of this universe.

Without any one of them, the microcosm is incomplete.

"We must project more rules," Lin Xiao murmured, as the omniscient rule operated at full power, and his consciousness probed beyond the miniature universe.

His consciousness traversed the void, passed through the mist, and arrived at the depths of this universe.

There, countless rules are in operation.

Rules of time, rules of space, rules of fate, rules of cause and effect, rules of reincarnation, rules of destruction, rules of creation, rules of immortality, rules of nothingness, rules of chaos, rules of law...

Every rule operates according to its own inherent laws.

Lin Xiao's omniscient rules began to deconstruct these rules, capture their essence, and analyze their information.

Then, the Omni-image projection was activated.

Runes coalesced in his palm, each rune representing a rule.

The time rune, with its silvery light, represents the passage of time.

Spatial runes, with their silvery-white light, represent the structure of space.

The runes of fate, with their silvery-gray light, represent the trajectory of destiny.

The causal runes, with their golden light, represent the connection between cause and effect.

The runes are created, their emerald green light symbolizing the birth of life.

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One, two, three...

Lin Xiao continuously projected new rules, sending them one by one into the miniature universe.

The addition of each new rule causes the miniature universe to tremble violently.

Those rules collided, conflicted, and rejected the original rules.

In the miniature universe, countless stars shatter in the conflict of rules, and countless nebulae dissipate in the collision of rules.

But Lin Xiao did not give up.

He gritted his teeth, and the Myriad Elements Synthesis was operating at full power, forcibly merging these rules together.

The fusion of time and space creates the power of spacetime.

Fate and cause and effect merge to create the power of destiny.

Creation and destruction merged to create the power of life and death.

Every integration generates new power and new rules.

With the support of these new rules, the microcosms are becoming more and more complete and stable.

Those areas that were originally blank are now being filled with new rules.

Those originally fragile boundaries have begun to become solid.

Those once desolate corners have begun to come alive.

Lin Xiao could sense that his miniature universe was undergoing a qualitative change.

That qualitative change was not a simple increase in power, but a fundamental transformation.

Just like a caterpillar breaking out of its cocoon to become a butterfly, just like a seed breaking through the soil to become a seedling.

The microcosm is transforming from a prototype into a real world.

As the microcosm underwent its transformation, Lin Xiao himself was also changing.

His body, his soul, and his consciousness are all deeply integrated with the microcosm.

Every cell in his body contains the power of a miniature universe.

Every ounce of his consciousness was connected to the rules of the microcosm.

Although his rank is still eighth, his strength has far exceeded the scope of the eighth rank.

It has even surpassed the scope of ordinary ninth-order.

But his brow remained furrowed.

Because he knew that wasn't enough.

He must become stronger, strong enough to fight against the incarnation of the God of Mist, strong enough to fight against the true form of the God of Mist.

"Continue," he said softly, and the Omniscient Rule once again went into full operation.

Consciousness once again ventured out of the miniature universe, exploring the deeper reaches of the cosmos.

There, even more rules await his deconstruction, projection, and integration.

Time flows silently in the deepest part of the microcosm.

One month, two months, three months...

In Lin Xiao's miniature universe, the number of rules is increasing.

From the initial nine types, to eighteen, to thirty-six, to seventy-two...

With each additional rule, the miniature universe becomes more complete.

A delicate balance began to form among those rules.

It is not a static equilibrium, but a dynamic equilibrium.

Each rule is constantly changing, but their sum remains constant.

This balance transforms the microcosm from a simple set of rules into a world in the true sense of the word.

At the center of the microcosm, that nascent life is slowly growing.

From the most primitive organic molecules to simple single-celled organisms, and then to complex multicellular organisms.

The evolution of life is accelerating in the microcosm.

Lin Xiao could sense that the birth of those lives was providing a special kind of energy to the microcosm.

That energy is not the power of rules, nor the power of energy, but a higher level of existence.

That is the power of life, the power of the soul, the power of consciousness.

These forces make the miniature universe more vivid and real.

While Lin Xiao was in seclusion, the outside world was undergoing tremendous changes.

Eight ninth-tier beings from the Misty World, under the command of the incarnation of the Misty God, are frantically slaughtering the creatures within the Misty World.

The Ice Phoenix Clan was wiped out.

The Xuan Turtle Clan was wiped out.

The Skywing Clan was wiped out.

Thunder Clan, destroyed.

One by one, once glorious races were reduced to ashes under the blades of eight ninth-rank warriors.

Their life energy was extracted and offered as a sacrifice to the god of mist, accelerating his awakening.

The time remaining until the God of Mist fully awakens has shortened from less than nine months to eight months, seven months, six months...

Each sacrifice brings forward the awakening time.

The Eternal Alliance, however, could only watch helplessly as all of this happened.

Because they cannot leave, and cannot be rescued.

The avatar of the God of Mist set up a powerful barrier around the Eternal Alliance, and anyone who left the microcosm would be killed instantly.

Several seventh-tier powerhouses attempted to rush out to rescue them, but as soon as their bodies left the miniature universe, they were struck by a gray light and turned to ashes.

From then on, no one dared to leave.

The Eternal Alliance has become an isolated island.

An isolated island trapped in a world of mist.

Zhuge Duo stood at the edge of the miniature universe, with threads of fate flowing wildly around her, and silvery-white light surging like a storm.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, but there was nothing she could do.

She could only wait, wait for Lin Xiao to emerge from seclusion.

"Hurry up, Lin Xiao," she murmured, a hint of tension in her voice.

Time is running out.