Human Brain Farm-Chapter 492 - 477: Who is the naive sweetheart

The group of Saints before him were the real opponents.

They each wielded celestial magical treasures, and among these forty-nine, there were beings like Guanshiyin, Li Shimin, Zhang Zhi... those who once fought against Hongjun, now turning their weapons upon him.

And now, they redirected the spearhead of war at him.

Like he and Hongjun had swapped places, it's now his turn to stand at the forefront.

The Saints before him looked at Zhu Zhengwei: "Ancient Cosmic Creator God, what exactly are you up to? If you are willing, please lay down your arms and talk with us in detail."

"What am I up to?"

Zhu Zhengwei turned his head towards these Saints.

Terror, shock, fear, desire, ambition, their eyes brimmed with a variety of emotions.

One Saint, trying to persuade surrender, was an elderly man with white hair, speaking respectfully: "Though you created the universe, your power is exhausted. Why not cease here, and we could sign a treaty to resolve matters peacefully?"

Another, more direct in revealing intentions, the Minotaur Saint, with fervent red eyes, shouted loudly: "Have you come to this later universe? Do you not realize you are surrounded? We've prepared for ten thousand years; even for you, it's a narrow escape! Surrender quickly and hand over your Power of Creation, and we will spare your life!"

Some even sneered, "Creator God, you seem upright, indeed not killing those who yield... Don't you know? The universe is cruel! The world is bloody, the path of the Saint Venerables in all heavens is paved with the blood of the strong."

Someone mocked, "Your kindness will turn you from a hero to a martyr!"

Zhu Zhengwei was speechless: "Compared to the heroes of those times, you have lived too long, secretly manipulating the world, and your behavior is more like that of rogues."

He flicked his finger, exploding a few Saints' heads, saying lightly, "Others still have morals, but you have none left... You have long been influenced secretly by that being behind the scenes, and all of you were cultivated by him, just like him—cunning and treacherous."

Since they lacked morals, they couldn't be morally blackmailed by him.

Though he felt regretful, it was expected, as he only used moral blackmail to deal with minor rogues.

The true upper echelons have long been cultivated by Hongjun to be utterly corrupt.

This Dream Cosmos has already taken on Hongjun's form.

"Even if you all have fallen, I still adhere to the justice in my heart."

Zhu Zhengwei still uttered a grand facade, waving the scepter in his hand, eyes sweeping across them, and said, "I finally understand why you needed forty-nine people to dilute the power of the universe like this."

This group held dozens of top-tier magical treasures each.

They were truly armed to the teeth.

And these top-tier magical treasures were once created by people like Li Shimin... After they Entered the Dream, their treasures were split among these forty-nine individuals.

The reason was simple.

Maximized efficiency, nothing more.

The magical treasures created by the "World" back then amounted to hundreds; with more Saints present, each holding several treasures, utilization rate would improve.

"Hongjun truly calculated precisely, and laid out plans long ago."

Zhu Zhengwei said: "It's a pity, you hold the familiar treasures, but that's all there is to it."

"Do you know what kind of existence you are facing?"

Zhu Zhengwei, holding a scepter, conjured one world after another, instantly appearing like countless stars covering the shadows of the forty-nine Saints, which exploded directly.

Boom!

This surpassed all ultimate catastrophes witnessed in the current universe.

Numerous Saints were wiped out at once, and a rebirth-rule magical treasure slowly ascended, protecting their True Spirits.

Another time-rule magical treasure appeared, reversing time, restoring their flesh and blood.

The Saints quickly recovered, yet looked on in terror at everything, at Zhu Zhengwei's horrifying feat like the God of Destruction.

An elderly man with white hair spoke, eyes full of terror: "How did he do it? Why is there such a disparity from the information we received, strong to this extent?"

"The worlds he creates perfectly counter us," an experienced Saint spoke: "His understanding of creating World Rules has reached an unbelievable realm, countering our rules effortlessly."

"Ignore him! While he is all-knowing and omnipotent, creating any rule at will, as long as we deplete his energy, he is doomed!"

"Yes, exhaust him to death! Our energy reserves are definitely enough; he just woke up, his energy isn't abundant."

At this moment, a Saint Leader stepped forward, Saint Chongyun said, "He is too upright! He is too open and candid, and that will be his demise!"

"If he had stayed dormant, it might have been different."

"It's a pity he's too upright, doesn't know how to lie low, doesn't know how to hide and grow, exposed to everyone as soon as he wakes up; we'll wear him down together!"

All the Saints shouted loudly in unison, quickly arrayed themselves and joined forces.

Zhu Zhengwei was surrounded in the center, with calmness in his heart, swiftly wielding his scepter, beginning to fight back.

A boundless golden sea of rules erupted, an incredible Power of the World, reaching unprecedented heights, shaking the entire world center.

The Creator God was creating one world after another, contending against All Living Beings.

Year after year passed, the assault of the forty-nine Saints against Zhu Zhengwei continued, the terrifying shockwaves engulfing the whole land, but the more they fought him, the more their hearts froze.

How is it that he hasn't exhausted his strength yet?

Clearly, he just woke up; it shouldn't be possible for his power to be endless.

The only way to kill the Creator God is to exhaust him to death, just as Pangu of Old Days, exhausted and collapsing, transforming into the sun, moon, stars, and the universe.

Three more years passed.

The Saints were on the brink of exhaustion, almost reaching the destiny of depleted resources before they fully realized something was wrong.

"The preparations accumulated over ten thousand years have been drained by him? This is impossible!" Leader Chongyun said: "Destiny thief Li Shuang, investigate the energy's cause and effect."

"If I leave the battle, can you manage?"

"If we don't figure out the source of his strength, we're all done for."

Li Shuang departed, leaving the frontline battlefield, arriving in the outer cosmos, sitting cross-legged, tracing the energy's cause and effect.

All matters' energy is conserved; even the Creator God cannot create energy out of nothing... and the rule authority he grasped was to trace the footprint of causality.

As long as the opponent used it, he could trace it back.

And soon, with eyes tightly closed, his consciousness immersed into the vast universe, transforming into a sea of spirits, traversing the starry skies.

Soon, he found the source of those threads of energy, his wandering thoughts descending upon an ordinary planet, witnessing several kids and youths sitting in front of a television.

"Creator God, you must win."

They clenched their fists, earnestly praying to the sky, holding the Creator God's doctrine, "Introduction to Capital," continuously studying. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

And Li Shuang's heart was suddenly struck by a thunder, "This is his strength... Apparently, from the start, it was a terrifying scheme."

Suddenly, he noticed something extremely frightening.

The Creator God is likely not just naïve, but a terrifyingly cunning and deeply scheming ancient prehistorical cosmic being.