As Phainon spoke, the Mother of Flesh spread its arms wide. But it didn't have just two arms; hundreds, thousands, perhaps countless limbs unfolded from its back like a peacock's tail, slowly opening as if to embrace Phainon.
Yet before it could fully extend its limbs, Phainon's golden Greatsword had already pierced through the Mother of Flesh's chest, driving it forward relentlessly!
At that moment, it wasn't Phainon transforming into a meteor; it was the two of them together—the impaled Mother of Flesh, with the Outer God being relentlessly pushed forward, becoming a golden 'meteor'!
Phainon's primary objective was to distance himself from the Main World. He needed to lure this creature to a safer distance before engaging in full combat, preventing the collateral damage from spreading to the Main World and causing harm.
After all, this body's power was overwhelming. It was his first time fully unleashing its capabilities, and he might misjudge his strength. Taking this cautious approach was the wisest course.
Within the Cosmic Sea, aside from the bubble-like worlds, there were also celestial bodies—mostly asteroids, lacking massive gravitational forces.
But this was only relative. Celestial bodies the size of the Moon still existed in considerable numbers. Now, Phainon was using each of these as a cosmic speed bump, pushing the Mother of Flesh to collide directly with them.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
One after another, innocent asteroids were pulverized by the impact. Because Phainon and the Mother of Flesh were moving at extreme speeds, from other observers' perspectives, these celestial bodies appeared to be pierced through the center by a golden arrow before exploding from within.
However, it seemed only the other Outer Gods could witness this spectacle. Even the Arcane Federation's Observation Laboratory in the Main World couldn't see so far, only detecting a massive golden streak in the Outer World, as if someone had drawn a single stroke with a cosmic brush across the fabric of the universe.
The numerous arms that had once spread behind the Mother of Flesh like a peacock's tail feathers were now being scraped off and flung away by the high-speed collisions and constant friction. Nearly all of them were severed!
Finally, after flying an immeasurable distance and losing sight of the Main World's bubble behind him, Phainon gradually came to a halt. Before him, at the Mother of Flesh's chest, the golden flames continued to burn fiercely where the Greatsword had pierced her.
The Mother of Flesh, relying on her formidable regenerative abilities, relentlessly attempted to heal the wound. Simultaneously, Phainon's flames relentlessly scorched it, creating a bizarre equilibrium.
This equilibrium proved to be an ideal source of sustenance for the Mother of Flesh. As long as she didn't die, she could continuously evolve and grow stronger. She even craved to remain in this state indefinitely.
"Magnificent! Absolutely magnificent! This is the feeling I've been longing for!"
On the pitch-black face of the Buddha statue, an expression of blissful ecstasy appeared, as if reaching climax. Little did she know that Phainon had merely been pushing her forward, barely exerting himself.
In the next instant, the golden flames vanished instantly. Phainon even withdrew the Greatsword from her chest, replacing it with surging crimson flames erupting from his own body.
Normally, golden flames would undoubtedly be more powerful than red ones, right? After all, if they're golden, they must contain some extra elements or have a specific entity they're effective against, giving them an 'enchanted' feel and making them typically more powerful.
But the crimson flames erupting from Phainon's body were different. These weren't the Authority granted by the twelve Coreflames, but the purest form of the Flame of Destruction. While they didn't reach the absurd heights of the original Honkai: Star Rail storyline, where Phainon traversed multiple star systems and left a scar on the Destruction God's face, even in their current state, these flames were utterly overpowered.
In essence, Phainon had sacrificed flashy mechanics for raw, unadulterated numerical power!
It was like playing a competitive game where the opponent executed intricate combos—chain-stunning, constantly kiting, spamming shields, and backstabbing—only for Phainon to casually land a single auto-attack dealing 99,999 damage.
When the raw numbers are high enough, all mechanics become irrelevant!
The Mother of Flesh's ability to infinitely evolve and adapt was indeed formidable. She also possessed an extraordinary regenerative capacity, capable of recovering 100,000 health points per second—an utterly overpowered trait.
If even the twelve True Gods of the Main World or the other Demigods of Okhema were to confront her, victory would be far from guaranteed. But what if Phainon could inflict ten million health points of damage in a single strike?
Would this so-called infinite evolution, boundless adaptation, and 100,000 health points per second regeneration become utterly meaningless?
Woom—!!!
At that moment, sound seemed to lose all significance. If Phainon's earlier actions had been like lighting a torch in the cosmos, illuminating a small corner beyond the Main World, this current conflagration was akin to launching a super-illumination flare into the very heart of the universe!
In other words, if the universe were a house, Phainon had just flipped the switch and turned on all the lights.
Previously, only the Outer Gods lurking in the darkness had discovered the Main World's location. Now, with the entire cosmos illuminated, these Outer Gods could also see each other's positions.
In the past, these Outer Gods had harbored grudges against each other. While they wouldn't necessarily fight to the death upon meeting, a battle was almost inevitable. Now, however, knowing each other's positions, they showed no desire for conflict whatsoever.
Even the Outer God who had once vowed to snatch the Main World from the Mother of Flesh's jaws and devour it immediately clamped shut its massive maw. The entire 'humanoid' figure shrank behind a small asteroid, daring not to move.
It's no exaggeration to say that even if every Outer God now knew the Main World's location, not a single one would dare approach it to cause trouble!
Are you sure you're looking for trouble, not a death wish?
"Holy shit! Hot, hot, hot, hot! Wait, how far away are we? How can this still burn me?!"
"What... what the hell is that thing?"
"Let's hope the Mother of Flesh is okay..."
Across the Cosmic Sea, every Outer God stared at the heart of the inferno with expressions of sheer terror, as if they had seen a ghost. Within that searing heat, the Mother of Flesh—who had once wrought countless calamities upon the Main World—had already been reduced to a mere skull by the flames.