My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 453 - 439: Cosmic Cicada Molting

Fu Qingjun’s head buzzed, vibrating intensely.

He quietly cursed himself for letting his imagination run wild in such a serious meeting.

Quickly, he regained his composure and said, "I know your philosophy, but I don’t agree with it."

"Why not?"

The young man in white became serious.

Fu Qingjun said nothing this time.

Soon, the other person didn’t press the matter further, "Everything in the world is fated in the hidden realms. Our efforts at this moment may just be a joke. Even ancients like you and me tried to rebel, struggled, sank, and went mad, but eventually, they all met their fate."

"Did you see it?"

Wen Ce was silent for a moment, looking at the distant cosmos, "In the vast Cosmic Era, we are neither the first nor the last."

Fu Qingjun followed his gaze to a more distant place, and his entire gaze suddenly froze fiercely.

He saw something extremely terrifying.

In the farther void, there were segments of cosmic husks, like cicada molts, leaving behind one cicada shell after another, like a string of beads stretching endlessly.

Are these the cicada molts left behind by the metamorphosis of previous Cosmic Eras?

With the progress of time, entering the Era of Celestial Venerables, the birth of universes was not as predicted by Earth scientists with the "Big Bang" hypothesis through singularity, but by the "Cosmic Cicada Shell" hypothesis.

The birth process of a universe is as follows:

When the old universe matures, the seed of the new universe will parasitize upon the old one, like a tumor,

The old and new universes are like a dual-directional hourglass, with the old universe’s matter being fervently transferred to the new universe.

And the new universe is precisely the mushroom-shaped continent built by the thirty-three Celestial Venerables, rooted on the old universe, sucking its nutrients, with the Celestial Venerables altering the version of the new universe’s rules to rebuild...

Thus, the universe is like a dual-directional hourglass, molting forward, moving,

These generations of cicada shells are lined up in a "string of beads," where one can see the hazy remnants of each universe, the ancestry of the universe is indeed awe-inspiring.

"Aren’t you surprised?"

"This is a cosmic natural phenomenon that can only be seen from a macro perspective: Cosmic Cicada Molt."

"Even if you might have been an old adversary from a past Cosmic Era, an old friend to me, within the universe, you couldn’t possibly see this holistic view of the universe visible only from higher up." He spoke lightly.

Rumble!

Fu Qingjun was shaken inside.

It was as if the great waves of the Yangtze River were rolling in his heart.

This prehistoric manipulator pointed again at the blurred outlines of remnants in the distance, continuing to say:

"The number of these cosmic husks shows that the universe is not limited to four eras’ lengths. Based on visible horizons and scale calculations, the universe has undergone at least thirty transformations."

"It has over thirty shells."

"Therefore, there must be many prior prehistoric luminaries from past Cosmic Eras, so long-lasting they’re hard to trace... Battles like yours and mine are not the only ones; corrupt beings like me, spanning several eras, are definitely not just me."

Wen Ce closed his eyes, "However, they all probably failed, disappearing into the long river of history with each cosmic metamorphosis era."

Fu Qingjun remained silent,

Sensing the deep pain of this puppet master, he appeared handsome and poised, yet inside he was already a weathered old person with a heart full of wounds.

Although Fu Qingjun did not quite agree with his actions,

He deeply admired individuals like him. He could have chosen to remain silent and mustered all his strength to kill him, starting the decisive battle, yet he first chose to show him his trump card.

Looking more closely, those molted remnants resembled meteorite dust left from explosions, scattered in the cosmos, barely maintaining the previous shapes,

The most recent molting was obviously just newly formed, very new.

It was shortly after a metamorphosis,

That molted husk of a universe was clearly the "Slaying Thought Cosmos" from the previous era, which had just molted, now a tender, budding universe.

This metamorphosis was very peculiar,

The outline of the prehistoric cicada molt’s husk universe was identical to the current universe’s outline.

Just like a father and son who look exactly alike, perfectly cloned.

It seemed like a return to the "past," yet in reality, it was truly stepping into the future of a new universe, indeed having undergone a transformation.

This was a result of Fu Qingjun’s plan,

"Thus, the universe is like a jellyfish, contracting and expanding, moving forward," Fu Qingjun said softly, "Where will it move to? What is the universe’s goal?"

"Uncertain, perhaps to the farthest void."

Wen Ce clearly had thought and weighed these inconceivable phenomena, "But clearly, its movement follows a pattern, not a straight line, but an arc."

The universe, indeed, is moving through cicada molting,

The universe is too vast, so vast it’s difficult to move,

Though unimaginably hard, relative to its size, it is like a fragile, bloated water balloon, any slight movement could cause massive earthquakes within the universe, galaxies to shake, black holes to form erratically, life to be uprooted, and material wasted, like a surge within a water-filled balloon.

At this scale, no matter how hard the exterior, movement poses a huge challenge,

But using such a cicada molting method of relocation can perfectly avoid the problem of movement,

"Do you see? At my level, even more incredible perfect cosmic phenomena are discovered."

Wen Ce’s pupils radiated light, "Though it’s a dead thing, every aspect is impeccable, self-sustaining through molting, achieving the dual goals of ’growth’ and ’movement’ perfectly, it’s simply perfect."

His expression resembled that of a devout believer, dreaming yet awed, gazing at that distant holy relic: the universe.

"Thank you for revealing the true truth of the universe to me," Fu Qingjun expressed heartfelt gratitude, "Sharing with me the exploration results of these eras, even if it’s only a part, not revealing all to me."

Truth be told, this scene was too overwhelming.

The truth of the universe, if not standing in this high realm, it’s entirely unknown what the true form of the universe is,

Like humans in ancient times on Earth, due to different perspectives, could only blindly guess the shape of the planet beneath their feet, thinking it was a vast flat surface, Heaven and Earth as one, or a sphere...

"Thank you very much."

Fu Qingjun sincerely bent and bowed with his hands clasped in respect.

"Fellow Daoist, no need for formalities," the young man in white smiled, "Then let’s conclude the observation of the cosmic pattern, and sit in this palace to discuss how we can collaborate."

Fu Qingjun sat down, knowing that the sweet benefits had been given, and now the real deal was coming,

All his actions have been about using all sorts of temptations against him, morality, interests, for the greater good of all beings, his achievements, to lure him to join his ranks.