CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 30: THE FEAR OF IMMORTALITY, OUR FUTURE

After the coronation ceremony of divine right was completed, came the baptism of God’s light.

Whoa~~

Lalala!

Li Qing’s true form began to open its eyes outside the crystal wall, gazing at their four billion populace.

These wild mushroom strains, by their own will, could only become subordinates under this gaze.

And the giant dragon controlled by Li Qing, after holding a ceremony for the Emperor, took the opportunity to leave the altar, ignoring the people receiving baptism, and heading for the towering World Tree.

"God!"

The Pope respectfully followed behind.

"Do not speak."

Li Qing just glanced at him, "Coming to this world, is just to walk among it."

The Pope instantly fell silent.

Following reverently and respectfully behind the deity.

He was born in a test tube, unable to see the outside world, only remembering that his birthplace was very warm, before arriving in this world and being assigned a mission by God.

And now, the great deity has descended upon this world again, right in front of him!

...

After the coronation ended, the upper echelon of the Holy See discovered God’s reincarnated body had left with the Pope, and dared not search or venture an audience, starting instead to organize post-coronation affairs.

Those sages, even more eagerly began to study the cells inside the crystal wall’s Holy Bottle.

They simply checked it.

Discovered these cells could achieve immortality.

"A single immortal cell, it’s nothing strange because even our single-cells are already immortal....." a scholar spoke.

For single-cell organisms with simple structure, continuously repairing genes and changing genetic codes that cause death, it’s quite easy to achieve immortality.

"These immortal cells differ from ours, chaotic and rampant, devouring normal cells, quite a low-level cell structure."

They immediately discerned the principle of cancer cells.

"Chaotic, anyway, let’s clone the gene sequence first, and try to create such a cell ourselves."

Half an hour later.

Billions of sages collaborated, each cloning a segment of the gene, eventually successfully cloning a cancer cell.

"It ran perfectly."

"Simple and identical structure, showing no uniqueness, nor much technical content."

In fact, cancer cells indeed don’t have anything special.

However, after some research, they suddenly realized with surprise.

"Wait, this cell structure... could these demon cells have come from the Giant God? I and His Majesty.... No, it was Atabia who researched the gene blueprint of the Giant God, very similar to God!"

"Indeed!"

They came to observe this segment of the gene structure, growing astonished.

In fact, HeLa cells already reproduced countless generations.

After fifty years, they were a genetically chaotic structure, yet they could still recognize a segment resembling human, quite remarkable.

Moreover.

The human gene blueprint they obtained previously belonged to Zombie Lord Ning Guochang, even more distinct from HeLa cells.

Thus they now discovered this cell originated from humans.

The sages began to react with shock.

"These are chaotic immortal cells, like a mud mess, an unorganized growth of barbaric flesh demon monster, how could it possibly grow on the body of a deity?"

"It should be a kind of genetic collapse from a disease of the deity."

"The larger the body, the higher the genetic building, the more unstable, the easier it is for genetic collapse, the Tower of Babel Plan died of genetic collapse."

"But the deity should be able to easily solve these mutated cells, why give them for us to solve, is this a trial?"

Emperor Minis was also puzzled, looking at everyone, he could only say: "Let’s research ways to treat these demon cells first, how to restore normalcy on the deity’s body, and eliminate these demon cells."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

They began their research.

Their research approach differed completely from modern human cancer treatment.

In their eyes, it was only necessary to create a specialized nanomedicine bacterial soldier for killing cancer cells, memorizing a gene segment of the cancer cell, like white blood cells fighting enemies within the body.

This was the direction of modern biologists’ nanorobot development, yet they had already achieved it.

After a while, they obtained some preliminary results.

They found this project was much simpler than the Tower of Babel Plan, even indulging in casual conversation along the way.

"Anyway, this thing really does resemble us!"

"Isn’t it so? We are intelligent immortal single-cells, while they are unintelligent immortal single-cells." A sage said.

Suddenly a sage was shocked, as if he’d thought of something extremely terrifying, and shouted abruptly: "Wait! Wait! These demon cells, could they be..."

"What is it?" Everyone looked at him speechlessly.

This sage, utterly astonished said: "Atabia, that mad Emperor, left behind unfinished project manuscripts, various taboo domain projects, with research, I remember reading a report once, according to his research, dissected dozens of conspecifics, we are not truly immortal cells."

"Life is divided into consciousness and physical form, our intelligent consciousness couldn’t possibly be born on a simple single-cell life, we are merely wandering souls attached to bodies, rootless and unanchored."

"Currently the body is immortal, but our consciousness doesn’t have a brain to store it, is gradually decaying, dying slowly."

This sage informed those around him: "One day, we too will die."

Everyone was taken aback.

They were the pinnacle of civilization, one in a hundred million Great Sages, instantly understanding his implication.

Consciousness will die!

Suddenly, a tension and pressure began to envelop their hearts.

Those ancient Creation Gods finally realized they could die! They no longer saw themselves having infinite life, unable to carefree live forever on this land!

What happens to our immortal body when our conscious life dies??

All of a sudden, everyone looked in horror at the demon cells, this chaotic, raging, growing flesh monster:

What God has given us, is likely our future immortal corpse!

...

Li Qing ascended the World Tree, wound his way into a hidden corner at the end of a corridor.

It was an imperial throne already transformed into a tree statue, upon which sat the ant-sized figure of Emperor Atabia.

Li Qing gazed at the statue’s face, spoke within this palace:

"He underwent final tree transformation, sealed himself, fell into a prolonged sleep, to counteract gene collapse death."

This method was akin to a terminal patient entering ultimate life-saving freezing, even the patient not knowing if survival was possible upon thawing.

Simultaneously, how could Li Qing not be wary of this tactic?

Mobilizing the entire Church’s forces, he scanned the World Tree for it, even having a group of sages act as informants, easily providing the Tower of Babel’s design blueprint, thereby locating the central core, Atabia’s tree fossil.

His final attempt to survive in slumber was unearthed.

Li Qing looked at him for a while.

"Forget it, the last belief of the Atabians, a ground kingdom daring to rebel against heavenly gods, might as well leave you be, prehistorically resisting Outer Heaven’s Elf God, perhaps in later generations, you can tell of ancient epic myths to distant descendants."

Li Qing no longer looked at him, and instead walked out onto the World Tree, gazing down, observing the multitude of citizens and populace below.

He wandered about, arriving on the city’s streets.

The Pope always silently followed behind.

Li Qing crouched down, observing a newly built shell skeleton house.

Ultimately, still too primitive.

The Tower of Babel was like extraterrestrial creations from primitive beings spanning thousands of years, forcibly transcending civilizational tiers, while their current civilization was a tangible level, cell evolution history developed less than a month, still primitive Cambrian era life, with simple structure, lacking eyes, ears, mouth, nose, no gender, like Nuwa half-molding people.

"Still look forward to the future."

He turned his head, glanced at a dirt mound, covered with sand, rocks, insects, and consciousness left the giant dragon, returning directly to the world beyond, without any intention to stay.

"Farewell to the departure of the Lord!"

The Bright Pope spoke with fervor.