I Created a Containment Object at the Start, and Became a God

71: A thousand-faced oracle! Verexos has arrived!Lei Zhen propped up his weakened body, his gaze fixed on the spatial anomaly surrounding him—it was twisting, folding madly, as if trying to tear reality itself apart.

He had experienced many great storms and even witnessed the descent rituals of False Gods, but this terrifying sight, which seemed intent on ripping a hole through the entire dimension, was something he had never seen before!

His throat was dry, and he muttered hoarsely, ”This... this is the Messenger of the lord of the heavens... the Thousand-Faced Oracle?”

The reason he didn’t call it by name was that he didn’t know what the Thousand-Faced Oracle was actually called.

Facing this massive torrent of consciousness that pressed down like a physical force, Bai Xi and Jingchuan found it difficult to breathe, their very souls trembling!

The protective power of Gesaraal and Agras seemed so minuscule and passively defensive before the might of this higher-ranking entity!

”Hiss... good heavens...” Jingchuan felt his Monocle was about to shatter completely. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling with disbelief.

”This ’Messenger’... the oppressive feeling emanating from it seems even more... outrageous than the one in my house (Agras)?!”

Just as Bai Xi was about to speak, the Silver-Gray Chains of Law restraining the remnants of the Three Monkeys in her hand suddenly emitted a series of cracking sounds under the unbearable pressure, instantly snapping into pieces!

She let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth again, her eyes filled with horror: ”The Chains... were forcibly crushed by a higher-level rule! He... has arrived!”

Just as this suffocating pressure reached its peak—

Thud! Thud!

Wang Jin and Li Songzhou simultaneously dropped to one knee, their movements perfectly synchronized, filled with immense piety and reverence! They lowered their heads, but their eyes shone with the light of fanaticism and glory!

They were different from White Tiger. White Tiger was a fanatic who directly believed in and served the lord of the heavens.

Wang Jin and Li Songzhou, however, indirectly dedicated their faith and power to the lord of the heavens by believing in, serving, and ultimately merging symbiotically with [Virexos], an important Proxy/Messenger under the lord of the heavens.

At this moment, feeling the power of the Dominator (Virexos) descending across dimensions, the Divine Core within them resonated most intensely!

The two chanted and cried out in unison, using an ancient and solemn tone:

”Virexos!”

”Word of a Thousand Throats, Gate of Ten Thousand Cognitions!”

”Your Will is Our Direction!”

Their voices seemed like a signal, a welcoming ritual!

The next moment—

The entire distorted space suddenly collapsed inward! All light, sound, and perception were compressed to an extreme point!

Immediately afterward, a torrent of glorious light, whose form and color defied description, burst forth. It seemed composed of countless spinning Star Tracks, flowing runes, whispering lips, and eyes that perceived everything.

It surged out explosively from that collapsed extreme point, instantly filling the entire torn spatial rift!

An indescribable, magnificent Shadow of Existence, seemingly composed of pure ”Information” and ”Will,” slowly emerged from the source of the brilliance... The power of Virexos... or rather, a manifestation of part of it, had descended!

Virexos’s power rapidly contaminated the surrounding space, like ink dropped into clear water.

The structure of reality seemed to be infused with some kind of alien life, beginning to violently writhe and proliferate!

”Puff! Puff! Puff!”

Countless indescribable, grotesque structures, resembling thick Dark-Gold throats or Nerve Ganglia, suddenly stretched out from the distorted spatial rift!

Their surfaces were covered with tiny mouthparts that constantly opened and closed, chanting blasphemous whispers, slowly swaying and twitching as if tasting the ”flavor” of this world!

”Holy crap! What the hell is that?!” Jingchuan instinctively cried out, but halfway through the phrase, he abruptly covered his mouth, swallowing the second half—”so ugly”—back down!

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He realized with terror that he had almost made a blasphemous evaluation of an incomprehensible existence based on human aesthetics! Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough!

Following that, an even larger mass, defying any geometric description, slowly ”surfaced” from the center of the glorious torrent. It seemed composed of countless writhing masses of flesh, tangled Nerve Ganglia, flowing Dark-Gold plasma, and dense, compact...

...mouths that constantly opened, closed, and chanted, forming a Chaotic Aggregate.

It had no fixed form; every second it flowed, changed, and reorganized. Countless mouths chanted in different languages and tones, yet they merged into a strangely harmonious mix of magnificent Hymns and mad ravings.

It was the concrete manifestation of that Shadow of Existence—a wisp of Virexos’s power manifested in this world!

White Tiger slowly landed on the ground. Facing this unspeakable existence, he devoutly knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

He worshiped this great existence, but since he was essentially a Subordinate directly serving the lord of the heavens, he did not need to perform the full kowtow (kneeling on both knees).

Meanwhile, Bai Xi, Jingchuan, and Lei Zhen were profoundly shaken by the existence’s form, which completely surpassed the limits of their cognition and comprehension!

Jingchuan desperately covered his mouth, screaming internally: Holy crap! This... this is even more abstract and sanity-draining than my Agras’s Mirror Labyrinth true form!

What in the world is this thing?!

Bai Xi bit her lower lip, fighting off the intense discomfort and dizziness arising from the depths of her soul, caused by staring directly at a high-ranking entity.

Only Lei Zhen, despite his pale face and cold sweat beading on his forehead, maintained a relatively calm gaze.

He knew well that the essence of true Deities (or near-deities) often transcended human comprehension.

Their manifested form could not possibly be measured by human standards of ”beauty or ugliness”; it was usually shapeless, chaotic, and unspeakable.

The image seen by every eyewitness might be different; it was merely a distorted projection resulting from the collision between the observer’s own cognition and the essence of the great existence.

He forced himself not to ”understand” but merely to ”accept” the phenomenon before him.

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