The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

Perhaps the traveler who entered his body this time was just a minor incident. For him now, his mother no longer needed to retrieve strange things from the subspace every week.

But Xue didn't stop, because he hoped to find some souls related to the apostles, and he believed that if his mother found any souls related to the apostles, she would definitely give them to him.

Perhaps the current situation where every planet wants to raise guardians is a product of a very abnormal environment. If all the apostles were to die out, would there be no need for world guardians at all?

The following idea came to Xue's mind.

apostle……

Xue Law silently recited the term in his mind.

He was still too weak. If he could find out the location of the Mist Council and locate the coordinates of that subspace during each gathering, he could even lead Senior Hassan and the Mimic King directly to block the entrance.

However, he was too weak, and he was always passively led there by the Lord of the Mist in every meeting.

At the same time, Xue also considered revealing his identity as an apostle to the Mimic King or Hassan, but he ultimately gave up.

In the Starfleet, are there any Apostles spies among them?

Xue Dinglu didn't know, but he would prepare for the worst-case scenario.

The Apostles might not use undercover agents for minor incidents, but if Xue's identity is truly exposed...

He slowly closed his eyes, trying to stop thinking about these things.

Perhaps next time, I should try contacting the Mimic King to see if he can pinpoint the meeting location when I enter the Mist Council.

……

"Wow! It tastes like fried chicken and hamburgers!" I wonder if every child goes through an age where they especially love these high-calorie foods.

When the old ghost arrived with a family bucket of fried chicken, it was more effective than any words. Little Dragon Girl and Little Tree Girl's eyes were practically drooling over the fried chicken and hamburger.

Amidst the repeated calls of "Grandpa," the old spirit gradually lost himself, beginning to act entirely like an old man taking care of his granddaughter, playing with the two noisy children all by himself.

The Pope simply smiled. Perhaps she had also seen the children's situation. She was old enough to be a mother, but unfortunately, she had been forced into holy war by the Lich King, and under such pressure, she had no such thoughts at all.

Xue Daolu didn't say much either. This seemed to be just a normal dinner gathering between friends, or so Xue Daolu thought.

It might not be until after dinner, when the table is being cleared, that Xue's Law will consider the future after all the apostles have been eliminated.

In that future, perhaps there will be no more tragedies. If all the apostles are killed, then there will be no more natural disasters affecting the world, and no more countless civilizations struggling on the brink of death.

The entire universe may become a completely ordered civilization dominated by interstellar columns.

At that time, civilizations no longer needed to abide by the Dark Forest Law, treating each other like thieves, but instead coexisted under the scheme of the Mimic King.

Especially now that the beta version of the inter-world chat group has been created, and according to Captain Singal, both the Mimic King and the high-ranking members of other interstellar squadrons are extremely optimistic about the future of this inter-world chat group.

If this cross-world chat group can truly spread throughout the universe in the future, the Mimic King will instantly know any dynamics in the entire universe, and at that time, he will not be much different from the real King.

Even the Mimic King can remove the "Mimic" hat from his head and call himself "the second generation of the King".

"Bang!"

The sound of bowls and plates shattering rang out.

This startled Xue Dinglu, whose thoughts were still wandering. He immediately went to the living room where the sound came from, initially thinking that it was either the noisy Little Dragon Girl or Little Tree Girl who had broken the dishes or overturned the table.

As a single parent with two kids, he's used to this kind of thing. Fafnir and Little Tree Girl are alright, but Little Dragon Girl is like a mischievous husky, always managing to come up with something new without warning.

He even felt that his Seven Wolves belt wasn't enough and he needed to buy a few more so that Little Dragon Girl could experience what fatherly love under the Seven Wolves belt truly meant.

"Xue...Ling...Long!" Xue Dinglu's voice preceded his arrival, calling out the full name word by word. Just as he entered the living room, he suddenly realized that it wasn't Little Dragon Girl who caused the commotion, but rather his aunt who had fallen to the ground.

Alora continued to heal her aunt with holy light, her brows furrowed. Beside her, her two daughters and Fafnir watched with great concern.

"What's wrong?" Xue Dinglu asked.

"Dad, Dad, Grandma fell down and passed out. What happened to Grandma? Dad, Dad..." Little Dragon's mother didn't even care about Xue Dinglu's accusation against her, and instead grabbed his clothes.

Xue's Law also sensed that things were different.

The cursed blood entered his aunt's body in an instant, but the next moment, Xue Luding's pupils constricted.

"Dad, what's wrong with Grandma?" Little Dragon's mother held Xue Dinglu's hand tightly, while even Fafnir was very worried.

“Ah Xue, let’s talk alone,” said Pope Alora.

Xue Dinglu nodded in agreement and reassured his two daughters, "It's alright, it's alright. You two take good care of Grandma here. I'll resolve this issue soon."

Little Dragon Girl probably sensed something, which is why she was so uneasy. Xue Dinglu didn't say anything and led the Pope to the study.

"You felt it too, didn't you? Ms. Xue's lifespan has come to an end..." Alora said directly.

Xue's law remained silent.

From the information that the cursed blood had just transmitted, he could clearly sense that his aunt's lifespan had come to an end.

It wasn't because of illness, or any other reason; it was simply because my aunt had reached the limit of her lifespan.

Even though she is a deity left over from the Age of Gods, even though she has lived from ancient Greece to the present day, on Earth, which is absolutely free of magic, she is the only being allowed to live by the Earth's consciousness, and she is also the only one who has truly lived to the limit of a god's lifespan...

This is a situation where even the cursed blood cannot be transferred, because of my aunt's problem, which is simply because her lifespan has reached its limit.

"Is there any way to prolong life?" Xue Dinglu asked directly.

"No, Ms. Xue's problem isn't that her lifespan is the problem, but rather that her lifespan has reached its limit. To extend her life, either her strength needs to be raised to the mythical level or transformed into something else that extends her lifespan. I can't think of any other solutions." The Pope sighed.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone who had reached the very end of their life.

Normally speaking, it is impossible for a person to reach the end of their lifespan. Just like the theoretical lifespan limit of human beings on Earth is about 160 years, it is impossible for anyone to live to that age, because as age increases, bodily functions decline, and various diseases and pains will follow one after another.

The older you get, the more you are affected by external factors. You never know when a single horn blare might be enough to bring your already failing bodily functions to a complete standstill.

However, my aunt was like someone who had lived to the limit of her lifespan. Relying on her magic and the remnants of the cursed blood that Xue Lude had once used, she synthesized "pseudo-cursed blood," a low-end version of the cursed blood.

She extended her life to its limit and lived to the end of her lifespan, and now, no matter what life-extending items she uses, they are useless.

Just as Alora said, the first way to keep her aunt alive is to bring her to the level of a near-5th rank or higher, which is the level of a Greek god. This would extend her lifespan.

But it's impossible for my aunt now... Neither talent, nor environment, nor even time is on their side, because there isn't enough time. My aunt's time is truly counting down.

Besides this method, Xue's Law has an even simpler and more permanent solution...

"The fruit of the divine tree..." he murmured softly. Now, perhaps he truly understood why this fruit could cause such bloodshed in the universe, and why it could incite the apostles to commit such heinous natural disasters and massacres.

Divine Tree Fruit...

With just one fruit, everything can be solved...

but……

Xue Luding clenched his fists, feeling the struggle and hesitation within himself.

"I'm sorry to have worried you." Xue Dinglu stood up and saw the guest out.

"Are you alright?" Arora asked, genuinely worried about Xue's current condition.

"It's alright, I've already thought of a solution. Don't worry, everyone will be fine..." Xue Dinglu smiled, seemingly revealing the same sunny and cheerful smile he had back then.

I will make sure everyone is alright...

"Don't be stubborn. Just let us know if you need our help. We'll try our best. If extending your lifespan doesn't work, we're all together and there's strength in numbers. We can come up with a better solution..." the Pope said, comforting Xue Dinglu.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Xue Dinglu smiled; he had already made his decision.

Perhaps this was an unsolvable problem for him in the past, but now he has a way, even many ways, it just depends on the cost.

And whether Xue's law and his aunt are willing to bear this cost.

Unable to make a decision, and unable to ask for more, he saw off the old ghosts and their family, settled his aunt in her bed, and then silently returned to his room, gazing at the moon in the sky…

"I've... become an apostle..."

He silently opened the cross-world chat group, found the private chat portal with the Mimic King, and said, "Your Excellency, let's talk..."

Chapter 433 Hassan's Relics

When did my aunt develop these symptoms?

Perhaps it was a long time ago, from the time she liked to sleep with the TV on, or from the time she spent most of her time resting, or perhaps it was when another version of herself was very young, that she had already fallen into this semi-hibernating state.

I spend most of the day sleeping, whether on the sofa, in the bedroom, or simply falling asleep on the dining table after dinner.

It was as if the entire body had entered a low-consumption mode, doing everything it could to prolong its lifespan and live a little longer.

How long has it been since I paid attention to my family's condition?

Perhaps it's been a long time, too long, that I've forgotten even Xue's Law. Or maybe it's because I'm gradually becoming forgetful, causing me to quickly forget things that aren't so important.

There may be more things Xue's Law needs to pay attention to, but he has forgotten them now, or perhaps he never cared about them at all, which is why these trivial matters didn't stay in his mind for long.

Xue Dao didn't know if he was affected by the void, or if he was just someone who wouldn't care about such things, or if he had really become a monster no different from the apostles.

However, I am merely an apostle who feeds on apostles.

Several hours later, Mimic King's reply finally came in the chat group.

Your Majesty: What is it? Just say it.

Although it's abstract, the pseudonym of the King of Mimicry is "King of Mimicry".

Although everyone knows that He is not the King, He stubbornly believes that He is the King in person. It is unclear whether He is trying to save face or if this is His true belief.

Sage (Second Generation): This is very important information. Can you guarantee that none of our communications have been leaked to anyone else? No one else, not even anyone in the Starfleet, can know this.

The Mimic King was originally just going through the motions amidst his busy schedule, but after seeing this sentence, he suddenly sat up seriously.

Your Majesty: Please wait.

Your Majesty: Alright, you can speak now.

Sage (Second Generation): The gathering place of the Apostles, you share information about the Mist Council, and I suspect there are Apostle pawns within the Starfleet.

Your Majesty: Wait a moment, I'll add 12 more seals.

Your Majesty: Let's begin...

……

The fruit of the Divine Tree allows one to transcend the constraints of their original race and achieve complete sublimation.

After all, the principle behind the Divine Tree Fruit is that the Divine Tree absorbs the spirituality of the Venerable King and gathers it into fruit. It is only because the broad concept of "human beings" is an individual that has evolved into the Venerable King that it carries a faint trace of the Venerable King's spirituality.

The best way to bear fruit would be to plant the divine tree on the King's remains. The fact that the apostles are now feeding the divine tree with human corpses is merely an inefficient method.