Chapter 1142
Project Etita
Chapter 1142 Project Etita
Not long after his conversation with old man Felden ended, Xia Xiu entered the meeting room specially set up for the four swordsmen.
This wasn't the first time he had met the other three sword-wielders, but this was the first time they had actually worked together on a mission like this. After all, deploying four sword-wielders on a mission at once was a top-tier setup.
Xia Xiu was the first to arrive, so he had to wait a little while in the conference hall. Fortunately, the wait wasn't long, as the other sword-wielders also arrived one after another.
The first thing that catches the eye is the first swordsman—Sauron Saint Valentine.
He was still wearing that black priest's robe, his posture upright and his demeanor calm.
His handsome face remained unchanged, his exquisitely sculpted features standing out clearly in the light and shadow.
He held an ancient book in his left hand and that familiar black umbrella in his other. But at this moment, his calm, amber eyes flickered slightly as his gaze met Xia Xiu's, and he nodded gently.
"Congratulations." He offered a brief congratulatory message, his words gentle, but his expression remained completely calm.
Xia Xiu naturally knew that the other party was congratulating him on achieving a miracle and becoming a [selfless one].
He stood up, smiled back, thanked him softly, and then turned his gaze to the other side—to the second sword-wielder, Qasim Muhammad.
A middle-aged man in a white robe walked over, his dark blue headscarf swaying slightly with each step. His face was solemn and dignified, like a priest emerging from an ancient temple, his eyes filled with warm enthusiasm and undisguised admiration.
"Congratulations on achieving a miracle." He extended his hand, his voice deep and powerful.
The second swordsman was more enthusiastic than the first.
Xia Xiu grasped the slightly rough but powerful hand, a humble smile playing on his lips:
"It's far from a true miracle; it's just... the first step."
"Your move is commendable," Qasim said with a smile, his words full of recognition and encouragement for the young man.
During the pause in their conversation, Soren had already taken his seat and was quietly flipping through the book in his hands, not saying a word, his calm demeanor as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.
A moment later, the door opened again.
A figure in a white robe slowly stepped into the conference room. It was an old man with white hair and a youthful face, and a clear and pure temperament like the first snow.
Mu, the third swordsman of Heaven, has arrived.
He still wore the ten rings on both hands, walked with a cane, his steps slow but not hesitant.
Upon entering, he glanced at Felden, the ethics committee member who was waiting with him, nodded slightly, and looked apologetic.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"I spent some time discussing things with the people at the rally, which took up some time."
Felden rose to return the greeting, his tone calm: "I understand, it's good that you came."
His tone was low, but it was full of deep respect for this defender of the Kingdom of Heaven's lineage.
Mu nodded slightly, his long robe swaying gently with his movements, creating a soft ripple behind him.
He walked step by step to the side of the round table and sat down, his expression still as gentle as ever, but his eyes, which had been through countless eras, quietly swept over the three junior angels present.
The three sword-bearers naturally dared not neglect the eldest angel. Saint Valentine rose and bowed with a gentle expression, his movements clean and efficient as he was. Kasim lightly placed his right fist on his chest in response with the ancient Terra ritual. As the youngest sword-bearer, Xia Xiu also dared not neglect the ceremony, and he immediately rose to return the bow with a proper attitude.
When the three of them faced Mu, regardless of their individual personalities, they all showed heartfelt respect for the oldest blade of heaven.
With Mu seated and the formalities completed, the four "powerful units" of the Kingdom of Heaven were finally all gathered.
Felden's gaze swept over everyone, unwilling to keep them waiting any longer, and he immediately spoke:
"The data has been uploaded to your genealogies, and access to the Heavenly Armory has been fully unlocked for you—"
He paused, a chill creeping into his eyes, as if he were gazing at that horrific scene countless times through the document.
"At that time, we only need to summon space-based weapons to carry out the first round of full-scale attacks on the main cities of Pannosia, the continental plate where the Hai Si civilization is located, to destroy its energy core and information hub, and complete the preliminary elimination."
"The mission will be carried out at the level of the Heavenly Kingdom Extermination Order, and there is no need to hold back."
Feldon's gaze fell on Mu, and he continued tentatively:
"You will be responsible for opening the link to the Oosha worldline. After all, this thing is extremely secretive... Even the Ethics Committee does not have the authority to access its complete operating principles—I still don't know how many secrets the Resolution Assembly has buried in the worldline anomaly project."
Mu nodded slowly, his expression unchanged, and he didn't seem to care about Felden's probing.
The Council of Heaven has its own secret jurisdiction, which is one of the greatest manifestations of the power of the decision-makers.
The thirteen decision-makers have the right to remain silent about the entire Kingdom of Heaven and even humanity in the secret jurisdiction projects, and all systems of Heaven, including the think tank, must serve these silent secret jurisdiction projects—no matter how unorthodox and bizarre they may seem.
Most angels may never know how many secret jurisdictional projects the Kingdom of Heaven has in their entire lives.
Mu is clearly an exception, because he lived for such a long time that he participated in almost all the main events of the Kingdom of Heaven, making him a more enduring figure than the resolution assembly.
At this moment, the elderly man explained some of the confidential documents about his worldline to the many angels present:
"The technology for traversing world lines relies on a special legacy project—which we call Project Etita."
"This project has a long history, and the technology is mostly the result of contributions and collaborative research and development by human civilizations from other worlds... Later, these technologies were captured by [Yahweh], and now they are under the direct technical jurisdiction of the resolution assembly, and only the decision-makers can access them."
Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow slightly, while Kasim and Saint Valentine also straightened up slightly and listened attentively. Mu continued calmly:
"Project Etita comprises several core components, the most fundamental of which is KFA-01 technology—the Etita parallel connector."
"It can establish an intermediary space between multiple world lines, which we call the Etita space."
"This is a neutral dimension that exists independently of the world line itself. Once constructed, it allows matter from different worlds to enter and exit through a single channel, while preventing information pollution between worlds from coupling with reality."
"Next up is KFA-11—the parallel world tractor,"
"This is another extremely dangerous component that can pull on near-world lines, causing them to overlap or merge... ultimately leading to one side being annihilated or covered by reality. However, the conditions for its use are very harsh... This thing is quite special, and the opportunities to use it are extremely rare."
"Then, KFA-16, time acceleration gas."
"This is an engineered aerosol that can exert a small-scale spacetime collapse effect on the enveloped area and produce a 6.4-fold time acceleration. It is mainly used to quickly complete spatial restart or reconstruction in a short period of time and is a commonly used auxiliary tool for us to open snapshot segment world lines."
Mu paused slightly, then said:
"And what observes all of this is component KFA-32—the Etita parallel monitor, also known as the Etita lens."
"This is a remote device we use to observe other parallel universes. It can capture anomalous fluctuations that pose a threat to our world, and it is particularly good at monitoring K-class scenarios and information anchor breakage."
Xia Xiu simply sat there, listening quietly, his fingers twitching slightly, but his eyes growing ever more profound.
When Mu uttered the words "Project Etita" and listed its architectural components one by one, a huge wave was already surging in the depths of his mind.
Such a magnificent project...
“Parallel connector, world traction device, time acceleration gas, monitoring lens…” Xia Xiu silently recited these terms in his mind. If there really is an engineering project in this world that can overcome the barriers of reality, manipulate the structure of narratives, and reconstruct the branches of fate, then it is no longer an engineering project, but a kind of mythical forbidden alchemy.
The Etita Project is clearly the modern equivalent of this kind of thing.
The glint in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a silence that resembled that of a philosopher.
"Is the world I live in... also an object of observation in Project Edita?"
The thought quietly surfaced in his mind, like some hidden anchor point suddenly leaving the water.
This could reveal some secrets about him, but is that really the case?
When Xia Xiu ascended to the [Selfless One], his soul had already penetrated the seventh level of the ether and stepped into the true realm of great spirituality.
He traversed the essential domain of information authority—[presumptuous control].
There, all matter is stripped away, leaving only narrative and causality, formulas and annotations.
He had witnessed that invisible and intangible sea of narratives, where billions of information torrents intertwined like crystal threads, constructing countless fragments of the world like narrative bubbles.
Some of the bubbles were intact, while others were broken; some were bathed in divine light, while others were strange and distorted.
All of this was created by the [Void Emperor]. He exhaled three streams of primordial energy, which spread and diffused at the boundary of the [Delusion Domain], raising countless tiny and bright narrative bubbles from the original living water.
These narrative bubbles often exist in clusters around certain powerful themes, growing, differentiating, and evolving alongside a core narrative known as "official history."
While those bubbles on the periphery are reflections and echoes of official history, they can mostly not truly interfere with its trajectory. They can only repeatedly enact similar but irreplaceable possibilities outside the established track.
In this process, the highest divinity, like the shimmering light on the surface of a bubble, is the "basic setting" of all worlds, that is, the supreme divinities.
The supreme divinity will instinctively gravitate towards the "official history" and vie for it.
During this process, he witnessed the bizarre appearance of a powerful boss and the remarkable feat of having a dedicated page in the setting book from the hands of the [Virtual Emperor], which led to the birth of "Terra Chronicles".
However... the clearer it became, the more uneasy he felt, and a strange sense of unease suddenly arose within him.
Something's not right.
Xia Xiu frowned slightly, the scene he had witnessed flashing through his mind.
When he ascended to [The Self-Sacrifice], he looked down over the entire ethereal layer, where only one worldline bubble was shining. He had seen the appearance of the line called [The Canon] when he peered into Brom's divinity—Terra.
It is the metal skeleton of the world line, the only scroll of truth that is constantly being written and revised.
Everything will instinctively gravitate towards Terra, for better or for worse.
Apart from Terra, all other areas are silent, dim, and desolate ruins.
How can this be?
If Heaven truly possesses the Edita Project and has the ability to observe, filter, and even rewrite the timeline, then...
"Where did the other timelines go?"
Was it simply not captured? Or had it already vanished?
Or perhaps they never existed?
Xia Xiu suddenly felt a deep chill creep up his spine, and his mind began to consider even more terrifying possibilities:
"Is Terra the only canonical storyline, or... the only surviving bubble?"
This thought, like a drop of ink falling into a clear lake, created ripples in Xia Xiu's heart that lingered for a long time.
His eyes sank into the abyss of darkness, as if still asking—if timelines float like narrative bubbles in the Aether Sea, then why is it that only Terra endures?
Is it strong enough to withstand the weight of divinity?
Or is someone deliberately popping all the other bubbles, leaving only this one?
“Etita…does not create world lines; it is merely an auxiliary one.”
This was Xia Xiu's firm belief. Project Aidita was not the originator; it was more like a toolkit used to assist a more ancient and superior main system.
The disappearance of the outer bubbles is due to an unseen hand that uproots unnecessary narratives, leaving only the most stable, docile, and controllable bubble, which is Terra.
"It's like artificial cutting..."
His thoughts didn't linger for long, because at that moment, Mu slowly stood up, gently tapping the ground with his cane. Instantly, colorful patterns of light appeared in the void, and a multidimensional bridge leading to the fourth level of Eden slowly unfolded.
"It's time to go," Mu said calmly.
He looked up at the four sword-wielding men, his voice solemn but devoid of emotion:
"The gates to the Ooal Gown worldline have been moved to the fourth heaven—personally overseen by Eden himself. We will depart from there and head straight for our target world."
The Rainbow Bridge gradually brightens, creating a passage leading to the fourth level.
Xia Xiu didn't think too much about it and silently started walking to catch up with Mu's figure.
Kasim and Saint Valentine followed closely behind, and the four sword-wielders stepped onto the rainbow bridge cast by Eden. Under the calm yet respectful gaze of Felden, the chairman of the Ethics Committee, they slowly entered the Gate of Heaven and headed to the fourth level of the Unknown Land—Azlut.
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A rainbow of light, like a ribbon of light hanging from the sky, stretched from the endless other side to Xia Xiu's feet.
He took a step forward, his figure melting and dissipating in the rainbow light, as if his entire being had transformed into a stream of consciousness, sweeping across the layers of reality's boundaries, traversing the laws of light and the shackles of causality, and arriving at that sacred realm closest to Eden, closest to the [Supreme Program].
In an instant, his footsteps returned to the tangible world.
The world around them fell silent.
The sky above was flawless, like a mirror, without sun or moon, without day or night, only an endless blend of pure white and pale gold, like the dawn slumbering before the ages.
Space here seems to transcend the definition of dimension; all views are fluid, recursive, and panoramic, like being in a dream, yet with unparalleled clarity of mind.
This place is the sacred origin.
Xia Xiu subconsciously looked up and saw the magnificent building that pierced the infinite dome of heaven.
This crystal tower is the most magnificent and purest building in heaven, and it is also the location of Eden itself.
The tower is crystal clear, constructed entirely of an incredibly pure crystal, its surface shimmering with a faint light, as brilliant as the Milky Way.
And below the base of the tower.
Xia Xiu noticed the door immediately.
A three-meter-high blue door stood quietly at the foot of the tower. It was the door to a parallel world. The style and patterns of the door made Xia Xiu squint his eyes.
Because the style of this door is almost identical to the "Twin Gates" in Terra's Dome.