The bald, burly man was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, almost bulging out of their sockets, and he roared through gritted teeth:

"Pooh!"

"You?!"

"Even if I die, even if I jump off this cliff, I will never scream!"

The other members of the Dawn Guild also glared angrily, wishing they could tear Zhou Huai to pieces with their eyes.

However.

Their bodies, however, are very honest.

"Bang!"

The bald, burly man's head slammed uncontrollably against the obsidian floor, leaving a bloody mark.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Thousands of people bowed their heads at the same time, their foreheads hitting the ground heavily.

He kowtowed.

Each one hit harder than the last.

The floor was smashed with a deafening roar, and blood streamed down their foreheads.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of people opened their mouths uncontrollably.

They shouted in unison:

"father!"

They spoke in unison, very loudly.

The sound echoed deafeningly in the empty underground base.

Zhou Huai stood before thousands of people and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

He walked slowly among the kneeling crowd, his hands behind his back, like a king inspecting his territory.

Then look at the members of the Dawn Guild.

They all felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.

The {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} bald, burly man's face was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and tears and snot streamed down his face in humiliation.

The female mage bit her lip until it bled, staring intently at the ground, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the earth.

They are powerful figures who are high above others!

Now he's acting like a dog, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to a stranger, calling him "father"!

This kind of mental torture is ten thousand times more painful than killing them.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they wished they could jump up immediately, tear Zhou Huaisheng apart alive, and chew his bones to pieces.

Unfortunately, I can't move at all right now.

He couldn't even commit suicide.

Zhou Huai didn't intend to kill them. As long as the parasites were inside their bodies, they would be his slaves for life, at his beck and call.

Zhou Huai walked through the crowd with his hands behind his back.

Mr. Duan has built up a team spanning countless eras, and now they've all become his bargaining chips. As long as the alien parasites remain within these people, this power capable of overturning the present world will have to obey his commands.

Just then, a woman's voice suddenly rang in Zhou Huai's mind.

Have you had enough fun?

His voice was cold and tinged with anxiety.

Zhou Huai paused slightly.

Tsubaki?

He paused for a moment, then fell silent.

"Did you install a radio in my head?" Zhou Huai retorted in his mind.

He rolled his eyes, his gaze sweeping over a kneeling SS-rank swordsman. The swordsman, thinking he was about to attack, turned ashen-faced with fright.

Zhou Huai ignored the other person and continued to complain in his mind: "No matter when or where, they can contact me?"

"Back then, over the Atlantic Ocean, you could forcefully transmit your voice to me regardless of dimensional distance. Now that I've infiltrated the Holy City of the Free Federation, a place shielded by layers of high-dimensional arrays, you can still speak into my head anytime, anywhere?"

"You're invading my privacy, or I'll sue you!"

The voice in my head was anything but a joke.

"I don't have time to joke with you."

"Your time is running out."

Zhou Huai raised an eyebrow, his teasing expression fading, and continued walking at his own unhurried pace.

“Mr. Duan has now entered the eighth ruin.” Chun spoke very quickly.

"Once he absorbs all the SSS-level professionals in the eighth ruin and completes the last remaining fragment of his high-dimensional godhood, you'll be completely out of luck. At that time, the entire mortal world will face his great purge!"

Zhou Huai's expression remained unchanged; he merely twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" he asked in his mind. "Now that you're telling me, it's probably too late, isn't it?"

"The eighth ruin in the far north is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Free Federation. Even if I sprouted wings and rushed there now, it would be of no use. By the time I get there, he will probably have already scattered the ashes of those remnants of the old era."

“No, it’s not too late.” Chun’s voice rang out immediately, her tone firm.

"As long as you look for your mother now, there is still a chance."

"But we can't delay any longer; you must act immediately. I can buy you a little time from Mr. Duan, giving you one last chance!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Huai stopped in his tracks.

He happened to be standing in front of the bald, burly man, looking down at the man's smooth head. The bald, burly man stared at the leather shoes that had stopped in front of him, breaking out in a cold sweat, thinking that Zhou Huai was going to make an example of him.

Zhou Huai didn't even look at him; instead, he smiled.

“I may never have told you that I was looking for my mother.”

How did you know?

In his mind, Chun's voice fell into a brief silence.

Zhou Huai continued to press on: "Furthermore, how did you know that finding my mother would also give you a chance to defeat Mr. Duan?"

"How could the First World's guardian goddess, who just escaped death, know so much?"

Zhou Huai's smile widened.

"Can you stop pretending, Chun?"

"Or should I call you, the Way of Heaven?"

A long, deathly silence.

After a while, the cold and anxious voice in my mind changed, and the tone became extremely relaxed.

"So you found out."

"I thought I had hidden it well."

Zhou Huai started walking again, his leather shoes clicking on the obsidian floor.

"I was wondering why the system specifically assigned me to find you."

“I found it strange at the time. The Heavenly Dao System is always a cold set of rules, so why would it suddenly issue a targeted mission to an ancient god of the First World? And the mission rewards are extremely generous.”

"So, it wasn't a mission at all."

"That's a legitimate identity you've given yourself in this world."

"Because the first world's tsubaki is the way of heaven."

“By using Chun’s identity, you can both reasonably approach me and logically guide me to deal with Mr. Duan. After all, Chun and Mr. Duan have a blood feud, so the motive is too perfect.”

"I'm afraid even Mr. Duan himself doesn't know this."

"He thought he had driven Chun to the brink of despair, he thought he had devoured Chun's essence, and he even thought Chun had used the Origin Virus to scheme against him."

"But he had no idea that what he was dealing with from beginning to end was merely an avatar thrown out by your Heavenly Dao System!"

"So how did you find out?" Chun asked.

Zhou Huai sneered.

"How else could they find out?"

"You're acting too hastily."

Zhou Huai turned to look at the teleportation array in the center of the square.

“Back in the Atlantic, after I killed the sea god, you couldn’t wait to send me a telepathic message across dimensions, telling me the location of the eighth ruin, trying to guide me to the far north to fight Mr. Duan to the death.”

"That's when I started to have doubts. How could a severely damaged Old God ignore the laws of higher dimensions and transmit his voice across dimensions?"

"And just now, you were even more impatient. Seeing that I didn't go to the far north but instead went to the Holy City, you were afraid that your plan would fail, so you directly pointed out the existence of my mother."

"You were so eager for me to deal with Mr. Duan that you revealed information you shouldn't have known."

Zhou Huai stroked his chin.

"Actually, I was quite anxious at first."

"After all, Mr. Duan is too powerful. If he completes his divine status, we will all die."

"But now that I see you're anxious, I'm not anxious anymore."