My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

No matter what kind of existential crisis the Mimic Venerable King is facing now.

He always believed that under his leadership, the Interstellar Corps and the current observable cosmic order were the most successful, and this was his goal. He had always desired to surpass the true Venerable King, hoping that when others mentioned the Venerable King, they would think of him, not the Old Biben now serving as an Evil God in Subspace.

Thus, he had been desperately trying to set the cosmos right, a goal not only desired by the Interstellar Corps but also his own.

He even wanted the cosmos to provide no soil for evil and chaos to take root, wishing for the entire cosmos to enter into an era of order and peace.

Therefore, when the Interstellar Corps provided him strength and awakened him, he began thinking about how to surpass the former Venerable King.

It might be somewhat contemptible to say, but the Mimic Venerable King was quite relieved that the cosmos was chaotic now because only amidst chaos could he achieve feats greater than those of the former Venerable King. Although he knew this mindset was wrong, he couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Cosmic Calamity, Apostle’s Arrival, Divine Tree’s Devouring, Swarm’s Rampage, Undead Possession...

This made him feel that finally, his abilities had a place to shine. In this chaotic era, he was sure he would accomplish feats more magnificent than before.

So he desperately developed and expanded the reach of the Interstellar Corps across different star systems, cultivating all the passionate young ones, making them Planet Investigators of the Corps.

During this period, he expanded the Interstellar Corps, also aiming to maintain cosmic peace, but lost countless children he had watched grow up.

But it didn’t matter; his exploration of Subspace was highly advanced, and any child who died, before turning into the purest Spiritual Particle in Subspace, he would try to bring them back into his inner cosmos.

That was the Pure Land of the Interstellar Corps, also the final resting place he provided for all the children.

After several eras of development, he felt that now the Interstellar Corps had formed the basic shape of his ideal. In his vision, everyone in the Corps was exceptionally virtuous, striving their whole life for cosmic peace.

By then, he would have crafted a net encompassing the entire observable cosmos, connecting them all, supplemented by a specialized cosmic guard force, ensuring no one would worry about survival. In this way, he should surpass the Venerable King’s achievements, right?

This was his goal, though he was far from reaching it yet, he continued to strive towards it.

He also believed his technology and ability would be the strongest in the cosmos. Though some unique civilizations might surpass him in specific aspects, he only needed to recognize the direction to instantly unravel it.

His computational limit was unknown even to himself.

However, now, in the same application and development of Subspace, he seemed utterly defeated, defeated by the Apostles he once looked down upon.

If not for Hassan’s assistance, providing information about the end of Subspace, he could be considered wholly defeated in Subspace exploration.

The Mimic Venerable King also resolved that after this, Subspace technology must not be outdone by the Apostles, otherwise, the Interstellar Corps would surely be doomed by his arrogance.

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Xue Dili was unaware at this moment, the fragment of the Mimic Venerable King fused completely with his soul, pondering so much.

He entered the Mist Council once more, temporarily forgetting the Mimic Venerable King, fully immersing in the Apostle’s identity, becoming the 13th Apostle, Ah Guang.

"Number 13, what authority do you hold now?" Suddenly, a voice rang directly in his ear.

Xue Dili looked up, it was the First Apostle questioning him.

The shadow of black mist standing next to the Lord of Mist was like a king, its terrifying pressure seemed ready to explode.

If it was before, Xue Dili couldn’t feel the power authority source on him. Now, Xue Dili could even vaguely sense his authority...

That was authority belonging to the Evil God entwining like roots in Subspace.

Its essence is Life...

Thanks to Hassan’s exploration of the end of Subspace, he could learn many abilities of the Apostles through the Evil God, this information was invaluable to him.

Even, the Divine Tree might originate from that root-like Evil God, and what it entwines firmly might be the Venerable King... or possibly another Evil God.

Now when the First Entity asked Xue Dili, he knew he might be a suspect. However, previously he only informed Number 10 he was the Apostle of the Void, and it seems Number 10 hadn’t leaked his information?

Thinking this, Xue Dili glanced at Number 10, who slightly bowed her head as if intimidated.

"Immortality, I wield the power of immortality." Xue Dili directly stated.

In the next instant, the power derived from immortality erupted from within him, even though this immortal authority was weak in him, as if newly acquired, it instantly counteracted the First Apostle’s pressure.