Zhou Qi shifted his gaze, turning towards the only variable—the pale white orb.

Zhou Qi’s vast Mental Power was no longer invisible tendrils; instead, it transformed into billions of the most precise surgical blades, condensed from the Law of Space, silently piercing into the orb’s core.

It was no longer a rough scan, but a violent deconstruction and deduction of its structure at a microscopic level, like the most ruthless scientist dissecting a cosmic tumor.

A torrent of information instantly surged into his Sea of Consciousness:

A strange coordinate anchor point, shimmering with a non-Blue Star spectrum, pulsed like a living entity within the spatial fault.

It was not naturally formed; its structure was meticulously precise to an infuriating degree, filled with the blasphemous sense of artificial carving, like a cosmic barb forcefully nailed into the real dimension.

Although its outer shell was forcefully compressed and Sealed by the Flying Thunder Centipede’s Chaos Thunder, the core anchor point was resonating deeply with the faint dimensional fluctuation waves permeating the Universe’s vacuum background in a bizarre manner.

This energy, like a trickling stream, ignored the Seal, quietly nourishing the core and repairing the structure torn by the lightning.

Each repair deepened the anchor point’s binding with the Universe’s spatial string network.

Zhou Qi named it the star mark beacon.

Its essence was a spatial grafting technique, like a cosmic parasite, forcefully grafting a stable node between the real dimension and an alternate dimension.

The most troublesome characteristic was its core’s deep binding with the Universe’s spatial string network.

Forcefully annihilating the external structure was like trying to pull out a barbed poisonous vine deeply rooted in the mud; it would not only tear a larger wound, but its deeply buried barbs would instead leverage the situation to absorb more spatial energy to accelerate healing, and might even trigger unpredictable dimensional ripples.

Mental Power condensed again, this time transforming into an invisible heavy mace entwined with the Law of Spatial Annihilation, striking the surface of the orb with planetary-level absolute pressure.

“Buzz—Poof!”

The pale white electric plasma violently flickering on the orb’s surface exploded and annihilated instantly, like a jellyfish struck by a giant hammer.

Its volume visibly shrunk again, becoming only the size of a football, and the light on its surface flickered violently, erratically, as if it would completely dissipate in the next moment.

However.

From Zhou Qi’s Mental perspective, a chilling sight appeared:

After enduring this terrifying blow, the core anchor point not only did not collapse, but instead swelled sharply like a stimulated poison sac.

It formed a stronger, strangely frequent resonance with the “dimensional fluctuation waves” in the depths of the Universe.

The previously slow repair energy flow suddenly accelerated several times over.

The torn structures inside the orb rapidly re-wove and anchored themselves in the pale white light at a visible speed.

A more stable new shell, with a bone-like cold texture, was rapidly forming.

On the surface of that shell, fine runic patterns, like demonic bone spurs, even began to emerge.

“The touch of destruction has become its catalyst?”

A cold arc curved on Zhou Qi’s lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, only the cold glint of penetrating insight. “What a star mark beacon, what a cosmic tumor that parasitizes the Universe.”

The cosmic constant model at the Mental level rapidly deduced, combining the anchor point’s resonance frequency, energy absorption rate, and new shell generation speed, a countdown precise to the second, like a blood-red inscription, branded itself deep in his consciousness:

star mark beacon complete stabilization countdown: 30 days 0 hours 0 minutes 0 seconds.

Zhou Qi’s gaze, like a cold searchlight, swept across this ravaged abyss battlefield:

The cracked and charred lava seabed, like a wound where the earth had been torn apart;

The remains of He Bo Insects and newly supplemented legions, silently suspended in the deep sea like a ghostly fleet, their scarlet compound eyes flickering in the gloom, quietly repairing the battlefield’s wounds, while vigilantly encircling the orb;

The elite Mingling Devils, silent as mountains and exuding cold, rigid Killing Intent, stood like the most loyal tombstones upon the ruins.

Finally, his gaze returned to the planetary-level giant beast beside him, Uka, whose back bore the Red Lotus Furnace, and whose every breath scorched the seawater.

“Uka.”

Zhou Qi’s voice, like a rock rolling down an ancient iceberg, heavily crashed into Uka’s newly born Sea of Consciousness, which was filled with the will of destruction.

“You shall guard this place.”

He raised his hand, his fingertip pointing distantly at the pale white football that still emitted strange fluctuations.

“Roar!”

Uka responded with a low roar, like muffled thunder from deep within the earth’s crust.

The flames of the Red Lotus Furnace on his back suddenly retracted into a vortex, as if the giant beast took a deep breath, then burst forth with a roar.

A violent ring of fiery gold exploded with him as the center, instantly evaporating and emptying the seawater within a ten-thousand-meter radius.

Forming a spherical vacuum furnace space with a radius of several thousand meters.

“Rumble!”

Scalding lava flows were frantically drawn up from the seabed cracks by his powerful control over the earth veins, like the pulsating blood vessels of Hell.

Blazing magma encircled this vacuum furnace space, rapidly constructing a dark red lava barrier a hundred meters thick.

On the barrier, runes shimmering with destructive red light, originating from Uka’s scales, flowed.

His massive Dragon claws heavily stepped on the central node of the lava barrier, and his entire three-hundred-meter Dragon body, like the most loyal bedrock fortress, firmly blocked the pale white orb behind him.

His molten-gold vertical pupils focused intently on the football-sized tumor, like the most seasoned hunter locking onto the throat of his prey in its dying spasms.

The Red Lotus Karmic Fire blazed within the barrier, illuminating the entire forbidden zone like the core of a purgatory.

Zhou Qi took one last look at the orb, which, under the reflection of the golden-red halo in the molten fire forbidden zone, appeared increasingly small yet exceptionally stubborn, like an evil bone-egg tumbling in a lava pool.

Deep in his pupils, however, a cold, almost greedy flame ignited.

“A world filled with endless monsters…”

The cold whisper echoed in the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, carrying the excitement of a hunter discovering a prime hunting ground.

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Time passed in a flash.

December 6, 2017.

Current Origin Points: 10011.

Mariana Trench, ten thousand-meter abyss.

Absolute darkness, eternal silence, once the sole rulers of Blue Star’s deepest point.

Now, this place had become a boiling, suppressed furnace core of destructive storms.

Time had lost its gentle measure here, leaving only viscous blood plasma, shattered carapaces, solidified energy residue, and the pervasive, suffocating stench of sulfur mixed with blood, like the breath of Hell, permeating the bone-chilling, high-pressure seawater.

The Red Lotus Furnace barrier, constructed with Uka’s three-hundred-meter lava giant body as its core, was no longer a simple defensive fortification; it had expanded into a living, roaring war fortress covering tens of kilometers of the seabed.