All that is needed is to refuse to observe the Earth, and the Earth will dissipate from its very source, no longer existing in the universe. This is a power beyond the true gods and beneath the great ones.
Chen Xiang would never do such a thing; he silently felt the unparalleled might of his new form, empowered by the red moon! Only the [Greatest One] can open up reality and create a complete universe. The [Greatest One] can be referred to as the [Primordial].
As for the Creator, only a great one who can establish a small world can be called the [Creator]. The Eye of the Creator is equivalent to the gaze of an existing great one. Although it is far inferior to a complete great one, it can slay true gods as easily as butchering a chicken.
Even though such great power can only be wielded while standing above the red moon, and despite not being able to fully control this power, it was enough. Being on the red moon was merely a thought away.
Chen Xiang endured the tearing and impact of immeasurable information, struggling to find the information he wanted, the information about Xiao Wei.
[She was the first to be defeated in the Seven Princes' Struggle for the Throne.]
[She will be sent to the deep sea at the appropriate time, to be sacrificed to one or two terrifying taboos.]
[As a sacrifice, the princess can gain the friendship of the terrifying taboos.]
[Only the first loser will be sacrificed to establish friendship; the country lord must ensure that there are seven excellent children in the future, to serve as (unknown information), (unknown information), (unknown information).]
The rest was all unknown information.
Under the enhancement of divinity, Chen Xiang did not fall into a state of rage but calmly analyzed everything. The issues with the Wei royal family were significant, or rather, the problems of that lord of the Eastern Hong Kingdom were grave, forcing seven children to compete for succession, with the loser directly offered as a sacrifice.
Only the first loser would be sacrificed, and the unknown information following this was truly bizarre; in this state, he could almost perceive all information beneath the great ones! In other words, the future plans of that lord of the Eastern Hong Kingdom were closely related to the level of the great ones.
Moreover, after sacrificing one, where would the 'seven children' go?
Chen Xiang thought of Wei Tuantuan. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming fatigue; the form of the Eye of the Creator far exceeded his own realm. Had it not been for the red moon's empowerment, he would never have been able to transform into this form at this point in time. The energy required to maintain the form of the Eye of the Creator was astonishing.
The fog shrouding the entire red moon coalesced again into a small point, transforming back into a human, as the red moon returned to its original appearance; it was as if nothing had happened.
"So tired."
Chen Xiang struggled against the fatigue seeping from deep within his soul, his expression grim; he did not feel joy at stepping onto the fourth ladder or unlocking a powerful form. The Eastern Hong Kingdom, the nation that would serve as his foundation and source, had major problems.
This was not a good sign.
The fatigue surged like a tide; Chen Xiang was utterly exhausted, unable to maintain even the form of the [True Shepherd]. His skeletal wings retracted, two of his heads vanished, and four of his six arms disappeared, while the bronze cross projection also suddenly dispersed.
He transformed into himself, enveloped in an indistinct mist, lying in the dark red earth, sinking into a deep sleep.
In the dream.
Chen Xiang opened his eyes, and the fatigue did not carry over into this body.
"Father!"
"Mother!"
"Mom!"
Seven little dwarfs happily surrounded him. Chen Xiang exhaled deeply and smiled, waving his hand. "Alright, alright. Nothing special has happened recently, right?"
The seven little dwarfs exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison. "No!!"
The foolish one picked up a horn, cleared his throat, and began to blow it, accompanying it with a chant:
"You sleep, you sleep, we can't find peace, we toss and turn, we wait for your awakening, waiting."
The sound of the horn pierced through the air, causing Chen Xiang's head to throb painfully; his thoughts became sluggish and chaotic.
He quickly raised his hand to stop them, groaning, "Stop! Don't blow it!"
Chen Xiang shook his head, feeling overly dizzy; he had never reacted this strongly to the horn before. It seemed the broken sword was digging deeper into his mind.
The pain, burning sensation, and drowsiness far surpassed the fatigue he felt from embodying the Eye of the Creator, a thousandfold more intense than the agony from experiencing all probability events after transforming into probability clouds!
Chen Xiang instinctively wanted to wake up but failed. His outer self was too deep in sleep.
He rubbed his temples, enduring the pain, staring at the seven little dwarfs looking at him eagerly, and suddenly thought of the red moon, feeling his heart soften.
Well, it's been so long since I've accompanied them.
"Alright, alright, don't crowd around me. I won't sleep for a while, I'll stay with you!"
Chen Xiang smiled, enduring the discomfort as he sat down. The seven little dwarfs cheered and surrounded him joyfully.
"Mom! You seem to be in pain, uncomfortable!"
The sincere one said, "We will help you feel better!"
He stomped his big boots, the sound like drumbeats.
"And me!" The foolish one, dressed in a ridiculous dance costume, jumped up to perform a comical yet not unattractive dance.
The dull and silly ones quietly sat beside Chen Xiang, while the foolish one picked up the horn. After locking eyes with Chen Xiang, he angrily set it down; the clumsy and simple-minded ones danced along with the foolish one.
A gentle breeze blew, rustling the lush green grass, and the chaotic colors above the misty sky seemed less chaotic at this moment. Chen Xiang's mood eased a bit.
He quietly accompanied the little dwarfs, occasionally listening to the prayers coming from the openings, sometimes chatting with the dull one, as time slowly flowed in tranquility.
His outer self seemed much better; Chen Xiang had a premonition that he was about to wake up.
Thinking for a moment, he looked at the little dwarfs and sighed softly, "I saw Mang; his condition is very poor. All that's left are fragments of his spirit. Do you have a way to revive him?"
The little dwarfs looked around in confusion. The dull one adjusted his empty glasses frame and quietly said, "There is a way, Mom!"
Chen Xiang's spirits lifted. There really was a way?
At this time, the dull one ran into a wooden house and soon came out holding a tiny speck of dust. The simple-minded one blew on it, causing the speck to expand suddenly.
It became a hexagonal stone, very clear, glowing with light.
"Mom!"
The dull one held the stone up: "This is marrow, which once flowed from your head. If you bury it in Mang's body, he might get better, but..."
The dull one paused, looking worried and said, "It's not certain; Mang's situation might get worse, but the probability is extremely, extremely low—almost negligible. It's just a possibility."
"My marrow?"
Chen Xiang took the hexagonal crystal-like stone and said joyfully, "An extremely low probability of getting worse? It's fine. I thank you on behalf of Mang, Dui."
He could completely transform into a probability cloud, becoming an unpredictable chaos, eliminating the minuscule chances of adverse outcomes. Since the probability was so low, it wouldn't be too difficult to eliminate.
"It's what I should do."
The dull one spoke softly, hugging Chen Xiang's thigh: "Mom, I know you still have many things to do while you're asleep. You don't have to stay with us all the time; do what you need to do."
"We, we will wait for the day you fully recover."
Chen Xiang gently patted Dui's head, looking into his crystal-clear eyes, and nodded firmly. "I will."
"It won't be too far off."
The seven little dwarfs cheered.
Earth.
Two days had passed since the red moon's shocking event, and the aftermath was still unfolding. The secret society of the White Star Kingdom had given a name to the enormous eye on the red moon.
"That is the [Eye of the Creator], a taboo and a terror."
"Its appearance requires extremely stringent conditions; it cannot exist at all times."
"Though it may be fleeting, when it appears, it surpasses true gods!"
After receiving feedback from the secret society, the high-ranking officials of various countries grew solemn. A suddenly emerging terrifying taboo, no one knew why it appeared or what it intended to do.
Some also questioned the secret society, asking what those so-called 'stringent conditions' were, but the secret society remained silent.
Regardless, the name [Eye of the Creator] became deafening among some prominent figures.
At the secret society, at that moment.
"Saintess, we have already spread what you saw. We don't understand why you wish to enhance the legendary status of that giant eye during the red moon event."
The Saintess coldly glanced at the questioner but did not respond.
The questioner, unconcerned, said, "If you're unwilling to speak, we won't ask further. But according to our previous agreement, we spread this matter, and you must continue to—"
"Create deities."
The Saintess silently nodded, her voice cold: "I am not like you; I will not go back on my word."
"Then that's naturally for the best."
Another three days passed.
It was now September 20th, already late in the month.
In the past few days, Wei Tuantuan had visited Uncle Li's antique shop for the fourth time, but the shop still remained closed. She had gone to the castle for the fourth time as well, but the maid told her that the castle's master had not yet returned.
"He—he wouldn't still be on the moon, would he?"
Wei Tuantuan strolled alone through the wheat field beside the castle, thinking with awe.
The autumn sunlight was neither too cold nor too warm, and the wheat field remained golden in the autumn breeze. Wei Tuantuan inhaled the unique fragrance of the wheat field, feeling both anxious and troubled. That terrifying existence had yet to return, and she had no idea how things were going on Xiao Qi's side.
Sighing, she realized she had unknowingly walked up to the scarecrow. Wei Tuantuan timidly glanced at the quietly standing scarecrow, instinctively wanting to move away, but she bumped into a thin figure.
Wei Tuantuan took a few steps back, shaking her slightly aching head, and saw an old man she had never encountered before.
The old man was smiling as he looked at her, curious: "A little girl, you must be from the castle, right? I'm here to find the castle's master; please send word for me."
His eyes were gentle but held a trace of indifference as he looked up at the castle, a fervor swirling around him.
The ancestral land.
The long-absent ancestral land!
The old man glanced at the scarecrow beside him and said: "I don't like this wheat field; hmm, it would be better to change it into a dense forest in the future."
As he spoke, he casually knocked on the scarecrow's head.