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

Therefore, it is quite normal that the Starships could not find the Council of the Mist before, since their previous exploration of the warp had only reached its deepest point.

The shallow subspace is filled with various dimensional spaces and bubbles, boundless, like the prototype of countless universes, and covered with broken stars.

Deep in the subspace, there is a dark region with virtually no resources, no light source, and no space; it is as if nothing exists.

At the edge of the subspace, instead, there were all sorts of demons and monsters, all kinds of evil gods from the subspace were imprisoned inside by the Venerable King, who together blocked the void.

The Mist Council is located deep within the warp, near the edge, in a region where the warp barrier is practically visible to the naked eye.

This area was previously not only a blind spot for the Starfleet's exploration, but also a blind spot for the Mimic King himself.

If it weren't for the exploration initiated by Hassan, who was on the verge of complete annihilation, He might not have considered exploring this place for a long time.

In this respect, the Mist Council may be much more adventurous than I am. They may have understood the situation at the end of the warp long ago, and then began some unknown scheme. Even their so-called authority is the power they drew upon after witnessing the monsters and demons at the end of the warp.

"Found you!" The Mimic King laughed. At this moment, He tore open this space, a nested space that was attached to the dividing line between the end and the depth of the subspace barrier.

If Xue Zhiqian were here, he would surely exclaim in surprise the moment this part is torn open.

"Holy crap, the Parliament!"

Yes, this is the meeting place of Xue Lude and the other apostles. Countless mists completely shroud the interior of the embedded space. These mists seem to come from the end of the subspace and are filled with a huge energy density covered by energy tides.

This place is like a saltwater lake near the sea. As soon as the tide rises, it can completely envelop the Mist Council. Even when the tide recedes, it still retains the energy it had at high tide.

Even the Mimic King had to admit that there were truly people who weren't afraid of death, lying on the subspace barrier to absorb energy and thus nourish themselves.

This was an incredibly reckless act, but the benefits the apostles gained from it were unimaginable. The energy tide that occurred every seven days was an unparalleled frequency for the entire universe.

Here, even if the apostles don't eat the fruit of the divine tree, they might still become beings far stronger than ordinary 5th-tier beings.

Especially when combined with the feedback from the fruits, they become a cancer on the entire universe, like leeches constantly sucking blood from the entire universe.

At this time, all positions in the entire Mist Council, from the 7th seat onwards, were vacant, including those held by the still-living 10th, 11th, and 13th Apostles, Xue Lude.

None of them came here, but the Lord of the Mist, as well as the First Apostle to the Sixth Apostle, were all in their original seats, as if they had long expected that the Mimic King would find this place and had been waiting here for a long time.

"Oh, a meeting of rats?" The Mimic King showed no fear and stepped right in.

The space behind him closed off, completely sealing off the Naya Void Barrier from the outside world.

There were seven people waiting for Him here. At this moment, all the apostles displayed their authority.

The First Apostle was a tall and strong man who held the power of growth. He was the origin of the transformation of the existing divine trees and the beginning of the cultivation of their fruits; he was the ancestor of all divine trees.

The Second Apostle was an amorphous being hidden in the black mist. He wielded the authority of "Death," a nebula at the edge of the subspace that resembled a virus.

The Third Apostle, a colossal being, stood tens of meters tall even within the Mist Council, shrouded in mist as a landmark, wielding the power of "devouring."

The Fourth Apostle corresponds to the ever-changing jellyfish at the edge of the warp, wielding the power of "change".

The Fifth Apostle wields the power of "Wrath".

The Sixth Apostle holds the power of "reproduction"...

Each of them corresponds to one of the evil gods that the Mimic King saw at the edge of the warp, whether it's the immortal mountains he saw there, or the ever-devouring giant maw, the virus-like nebula, the ever-changing jellyfish, the twisted tree roots, or the constantly splitting worms...

Everything about these apostles corresponds one-to-one with the evil god at the edge of the warp!

Except at this moment, the Lord of the Mist, who is in the main seat!

Even including the last seven apostles, there are various other minor warp gods, as well as the two most important ones.

That is, the "King" who imprisons all evil gods within the subspace barrier, and the nothingness that pervades the entire end of the subspace...

If we say that the 13th Apostle of Xue's Law corresponds to the Void, after all, he is the last Apostle and also a monster who truly controls the power of the Void, symbolizing the endless void at the end of the entire subspace.

Who corresponds to the Venerable King?

Are the remaining two apostles?

No, he knew the authority of the remaining two apostles: the tenth apostle was love, and the eleventh apostle was power.

Since the entire Mist Council corresponds one-to-one with the end of the Warp, then who corresponds to the Venerable King?

Soon, the Mimic King received the answer. Amidst the convergence of countless apostle powers and forces, the Lord of Mist suddenly rose up. He was completely enveloped in mist, making it impossible to distinguish whether he was male or female. Even the voices he uttered under his control were indistinguishable by gender.

"We've been waiting for you here for a long time!" came the voice of the Lord of the Mist.

The Mimic King was not provoked, but said, "How could I dare to come to this den of dragons and tigers without being prepared?"

"Let me see what kind of trap you've prepared for me?" He seemed to sneer at the mouse hiding there, daring to scheme against him, the cat who had come to hunt.

"You seem very arrogant, a monster pieced together from the remains of the King of the Mist, yet you always call yourself the true god of the universe. How absurd and laughable! And what a blasphemy against the King of the Mist is the interstellar column that was assembled to assemble you!" The Lord of the Mist's anger was palpable.

At this moment, a powerful force erupted from Him, a force that shared the same origin as the Mimic King.

The Mimic King realized that this Lord of the Mist had actually placed himself in the position of a King!

They might even feel blasphemous because they are a consciousness born from a fragment of the King.

What an arrogant madman!

The humanoid body within the sphere of light of the Mimic King grinned. Very good. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to breathe on it like that. As the only "6th Order" in the entire universe, it had been a long time since anyone had dared to breathe on it.

Today, seeing some ignorant creature breathing on him and claiming that his existence was a blasphemy against the King, he even felt a kind of joy after being angered.

"You seem to think that you can kill me with these mere wields of power?" the Mimic King laughed. "Even if the true masters behind your power, those warp gods, came before me, they might not be able to do anything to me, let alone you?"

"Yes, that's why I never thought we could kill you. But here, I've already prepared a great gift for you, a final gift that's only for you and for the Venerable King to use against you!" The Lord of the Mist laughed.

In an instant, a terrifying void was created behind itself.

That is neither darkness nor nothingness. Darkness is still a form of existence, but here, it is the scar left after existence itself has been "gouged out." Spacetime collapses inward here, forming a paradoxical "nothingness," where even chaos cannot take root.

In an instant, the expression of the Mimic King changed drastically. He realized what this thing was and why it was called a trap aimed at Him.

If this thing were to be named, then what is similar to nothingness but not quite should be named "pseudo-nothingness"!

It simulates nothingness, monsters!

But He is not true nothingness; rather, He seems to have been born here specifically for Himself!

The Mimic King was immediately shocked and confused, because this thing had an even greater impact on him than the real Void Monster!

"Four billion years ago, a cosmic void with a diameter of 2 billion light-years erupted in what is now the KBC region. It was the closest the entire universe ever came to destruction. The entire universe expanded recklessly around this void, completely sucking in all matter from one direction and turning it into dust..."

"It was a crisis that spanned the entire universe. Countless civilizations instantly abandoned all hatred and estrangement, united to form an expeditionary force, and worked together to resolve this crisis of the Great Void in the universe."

"And now, at the original location of the Great Void in the universe, stands a galaxy called the 'Milky Way'. This galaxy was even attracted to the Great Void back then, but it was lucky that the 'King' resolved the Great Void before it was sucked in."

"This caused that galaxy to become the only galaxy aimlessly lingering in the KBC region. Within a radius of two billion light-years, there are no other large galaxies. Compared to the vast universe, that huge void region seems to have been completely wiped out. Even after billions of years, there are only a few scattered planets."

"And now, as the King of Mimicry, you encounter the Void of Mimicry. What will be the outcome?" The Lord of Mist laughed, as if mocking the King of Mimicry. "We don't need to fight you head-on. We just need to ensure that when you are entangled by the Void of Mimicry, we seal you here completely!"

At this moment, the Mimic King was instantly unsettled.

He could have escaped any other trap, but when this pseudo-nothingness appeared, he couldn't even control himself to take action to deal with it.

This is not His problem, but rather that the Lord of the Mist has thoroughly figured out the true nature of the Mimic King. This ritual is a complete imitation of the ritual in which the King saved the world, namely, the ritual in which the King sealed the cosmic void in the KBC region to prevent the universe from expanding in disorder and eventually exploding!

Once He enters this ritual, He, the Mimic King, is forced to imitate the behavior of the former King. Before He can seal the Mimic Void, He cannot do anything!

Why was this Lord of the Mist able to perfectly orchestrate a ritual that matched the scene perfectly, to the point that he himself was completely unable to resist?

The Mimic King roared, "Who are you? And how do you know about that time?!"

That was something even the Mimic King didn't know; He was only a little over a billion years old, and He hadn't been pieced together before that.

Moreover, why, why does this Lord of the Mist seem to have such a strong understanding of himself, and even of the Venerable King!

Who exactly is He?

At that moment, the Lord of the Mist remained silent for a split second before chuckling and answering the Mimic King's question without any concealment.

"After that cataclysmic event, the united cosmic civilizations dispatched 13 rescue teams, all to address the Great Void, but in the end, only the last team successfully resolved the Great Void..."

"The other 12 teams all failed. It wasn't that the other expedition teams were weak. In today's terms, they would have the same strength as the Starship Corps. However, in the face of the Great Void, strength is meaningless."

"The 13th Expedition, on the other hand, completely integrated into the Great Void of the Universe! They transformed the Great Void of the Universe from a physical entity into a philosophical concept, and by transforming themselves into a corresponding philosophical concept, they philosophically sealed the Great Void of the Universe."

"Transforming the intangible enemy into a tangible concept."

"And so, the Venerable King was born!"

"And so, the subspace was born!"

"And at this very moment, at the edge of the subspace, countless philosophical concepts are forced to confront nothingness, and thus this scene is born!"

"This is the birth of a true god, a momentous event that has profoundly influenced the course of the entire universe. At that time, you were still billions of years away from your birth!"

The Lord of the Mist's words came one by one.

The Mimic King completely lost his composure, and a horrifying answer immediately came to mind.

"Who are you?!" He roared, trying to deny the answer he had calculated.

"Didn't you already figure that out?" the Lord of the Mist laughed. "40 billion years ago, the last person involved in the 13th Expedition was also..."

"The creator of the philosophical concept of 'Respect the King,' which centers on 'protection'!"

"Your Majesty, you are the embryo of a concept born from my hands!"

Chapter 465 If you're not brothers, how come you're almost dead?

The current lifespan of the universe, according to the timeline of interstellar columns, is about 133 billion years, but the history of interstellar columns is less than 20 billion years.

In the first 50 billion years after the birth of the universe, shortly after the Big Bang, all the matter in the universe was compressed into a small area. Because the space was so small, it was as if a large number of irregularly bouncing balls were put into a tiny glass container.

In that era, collisions between planets occurred every moment, and the resulting supergalactic explosions and particle streams could even engulf the entire universe. Countless planets were merging and tearing apart in the collisions, which happened every moment.

Therefore, this was a barbaric era, in which civilization and life could not possibly emerge. The particle streams that permeated every corner of the universe at every moment, along with the rays caused by the massive supernova explosions, made the universe at that time resemble a boiler room. Even in a vacuum, the temperature was thousands of degrees high, and the activity of particles was so low that it was impossible for any life to coalesce.

It wasn't until 50 billion years later, when the universe expanded to a sufficiently large size, and many colliding stars and galaxies gradually became stable black holes, forming stable and massive galaxy clusters with a large number of surrounding smaller galaxies, that the basic conditions for the birth of life and civilization were met.

However, this only laid the basic conditions; the true birth of life and civilization was still a very, very long time away...

Therefore, it wasn't until 90 billion years after the Big Bang that the first civilization was born in the universe. Subsequently, that civilization gradually expanded outwards, spreading to more regions.

This is the only record from the primitive era.

In Starfleet, history is divided into the Savage Age, which refers to all the eras before the birth of the King.

That era is too ancient to be verified. Even the archaeological school in the Starfleet has been clueless about the era before the birth of the King for hundreds of years. They can only guess that there must have been many powerful civilizations in that era, but they have all disappeared into the long river of history.

Furthermore, archaeologists speculate that humans in the primitive era may have looked extremely strange, because there was no magic or spiritual energy in that era, and all civilizations in the universe utilized energy in an environment where magic was absolutely forbidden.