57: Chapter 57 Giving God a shot, and the self-cultivation of "probiotics"

"Crazy... Absolutely crazy..."

Former Inspector of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Sima Xing tightly gripped the "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook" in his hand, feeling as if his brain had turned into a pot of boiling porridge.

Treating an Ancient God? Injecting this world? Was this a plan that carbon-based life forms could conceive? This was even more preposterous than the ravings of a Demon God in the Abyss!

"Director Sima! What are you spacing out for!"

Gu Canghai had somehow transformed his Daoist robe into the style of surgical scrubs, even conjuring a hat on his head inscribed with 'Anesthesiology,' and roared at Former Inspector of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Sima Xing.

"The 'White Blood Cells' have already breached the first line of defense! Execute the plan quickly!"

Ahead, the Mountain Protection Grand Array, the pride of the Heavenly River Sword Sect, was emitting sounds of unbearable strain.

Hiss—

Those hundreds of massive spheres of white light merely touched the surface, and the indestructible light barrier of the Formation melted away silently and rapidly, just like butter being cut by a hot knife.

The defense line was being 'dissolved'.

"Security Department! Hold the line!"

Lei Wanjun's eyes were bloodshot. This newly appointed Deputy Minister let out a beast-like roar, actually leading a group of Abyss Monsters with various strange shapes upstream against the flow.

"Follow Dean Li's instructions!"

Li Mo's calm command voice, transmitted through the amplification Formation, accurately entered everyone's minds.

"No attacking! Repeat, no attacking! They are an immune response. Any attack will be recognized as 'aggravating inflammation' and will only invite a more violent counterattack!"

"What you need to do is 'camouflage'!"

"Everyone from the Abyss, retract your Devilish Qi, fangs, and Killing Intent! Imitate... probiotics for me!"

"Roar?" (What the heck is a probiotic?)

A giant one-eyed Tentacle Monster was full of question marks, but the instinct for survival made it execute the order immediately.

It tried hard to curl up those ferocious tentacles covered in suckers and barbs, shrinking into a round, plump ball. It even blinked its huge single eye, desperately releasing a signal that said, 'I am gentle, I aid digestion, I am a good thing.'

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

A floating sphere of white light, which had originally been filled with Killing Intent, clearly flickered when it approached the 'fleshy ball.' Its momentum paused for a moment.

It slowly circled the Tentacle Monster twice, seemingly conducting some complex scanning and judgment.

The light changed from dazzling white to soft.

Finally, the sphere of white light seemed to confirm something, actually turned around, and slowly drifted elsewhere!

It let them pass!

"Holy crap? That actually worked?!"

Lei Wanjun's eyeballs nearly popped out, then he roared with ecstatic joy.

"Did you all hear that! Pretend! All of you, pretend for me! Act as harmless as possible! Act as cute as possible!"

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield underwent a bizarre transformation.

The Abyss Monsters, which had been fierce and terrifying enough to stop children from crying in the previous second, now all began their performances.

Some curled into a ball and rolled on the ground.

Some tucked their claws into their chests, imitating cats holding their paws.

Two vicious-looking Lesser Demons even clumsily hugged each other, forming a crooked heart shape.

As for the Shadow Sect assassins and the Cultivators of the Righteous Path, they desperately restrained their entire spiritual energy fluctuations, held their breath, and disguised themselves as lifeless 'stones.'

"Very good, the first wave of the offensive has been temporarily contained."

Li Mo stood on the balcony of the Scripture Pavilion, looking down at the bizarre 'cuteness competition' below, but his expression showed no relaxation.

"But this is just a fever patch; it doesn't treat the root cause."

"The temperature is still rising."

He looked up at the sky. The original flowing clouds had been stained with an ominous dark red, and the color was continuously deepening.

That was the manifestation of the Ancient God's subconscious 'irritation' and 'pain.'

If this feeling of 'itchiness' could not be eliminated from the source, the entity would eventually be unable to resist giving a real 'scratch.'

When that time came, the so-called crustal movement, plate shifting—the entire Southern Wasteland Continent—would be wiped clean from the 'skin.'

"Little Black."

Li Mo called out softly.

"Here."

A pure black shadow emerged from behind him. The book spirit stretched and deformed in the air, finally transforming into a scalpel with an icy luster, styled in a surreal manner.

"Prepare for surgery."

Li Mo's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, without the slightest hesitation, shooting straight out of the Sect's protective barrier, like an arrow flying upstream, aimed at the dark red sky.

He was heading toward the convergence point of the world's Dragon Veins—in medical terms, the 'central nervous node' of the Ancient God's body.

"Is he insane?! The high altitude is where the rule suppression is strongest!" Su Qianqian exclaimed in shock.

Violent world energy lashed at Li Mo's body and shadow like countless invisible hands, making him sway precariously in the air.

But the dragon vein heavenly book in his hand erupted with a heavy golden light, like a moving fortress, shielding him from the vast majority of the fatal pressure.

"Found it."

Li Mo's figure paused in a patch of seemingly empty Void Realm.

But in his Eye of True Sight, this place was a massive, ceaselessly flowing golden 'nerve bundle' spanning heaven and earth.

"Indeed... it's blocked here."

Li Mo saw that countless fine black threads were wrapped around the golden nerve bundle.

That was the 'Karma toxin' accumulated from the Abyss Qi and the Shadow Sect's countless years of evil sacrificial rites.

It was precisely these 'toxins' that caused the 'nerve inflammation,' making the Ancient God feel an unbearable 'itchiness.'

"It might hurt a little, bear with it."

Li Mo whispered to the Void Realm, as if soothing an invisible giant.

The next moment, he raised the 'scalpel' (Little Black) in his hand high and stabbed fiercely into the massive golden nerve bundle!

"Roar—!!!"

A dull groan of pain, not belonging to any living creature, seemingly originating from the world itself, suddenly echoed deep within everyone's Soul!

In an instant, all the hesitant white light spheres on the ground went berserk!

Their color turned from white to red, becoming blinding blood-red, emitting a destructive, violent aura, and frantically pouncing toward the tiny figure in the sky.

"Stop them!!"

Gu Canghai on the ground instantly had bloodshot eyes and let out a heart-rending roar.

"Stop pretending! Form up! Use your lives to stall time for Mr. Li!"

"For the Southern Wasteland! For survival! Hold the line for me, ahhh!"

Tens of thousands of Cultivators erupted with all their strength at this moment, spiritual light soaring to the heavens, forming fragile yet resolute human walls, fearlessly charging toward the bloody wave of destruction.

And in the center of the storm, high above the sky.

Li Mo seemed oblivious to the fatal danger approaching him; his eyes were fixed only on the diseased nerve.

"Precise incision! Establish drainage!"

The scalpel transformed by Little Black danced into a dazzling blur in his hand, precisely severing and stripping away the black toxin threads one by one.

Immediately after, Li Mo pulled out the 'Regeneration Skull' he had seized from the Great Duke of the Abyss.

"Waste utilization."

He murmured, exerting force with his five fingers, directly crushing the skull into the purest ball of life energy.

"Use the regenerative power of the Abyss to mend the Ancient God's wound."

He gently pressed the ball of life energy into the 'wound' created by cutting the nerve bundle.

After finishing this, he picked up the spring and autumn brush, using heaven and earth as paper and his own Mental Energy as ink, and wrote a line of large golden characters in a sweeping, vigorous hand in the Void Realm:

[Medical Order:]

[Acute nerve inflammation has been processed.]

[This area (Heavenly River Sword Sect) is designated as an Advanced Joint Immune Zone. System attacks are prohibited.]

[Recommendation: Rest, drink more hot water, continue sleeping.]

The moment the last stroke fell.

The golden nerve bundle trembled violently, and then erupted with an ineffable, joyful rhythm.

The 'painful itch' that had tormented it for countless years disappeared.

In its place was an unprecedented sense of comfort and clarity.

Above the firmament, the ominous dark red receded at a visible speed, transforming back into a clear azure blue.

Those rampaging blood-red light spheres suddenly froze.

They paused in mid-air for a moment, their color changing from blood-red back to a soft milky white, and then, like soldiers who had completed their mission, they dissipated into the Void Realm one by one.

The tremors of the earth ceased.

The disrupted waterfalls began to surge again.

The incomparably majestic ancient consciousness, which had only half-awakened, seemed to let out a satisfied 'humph' in its sleep, then rolled over (causing a slight adjustment in the earth's crust) and sank back into a deeper, sweeter slumber.

"Hoo..."

Li Mo could no longer hold on and fell from the sky.

Little Black instantly transformed into a soft flying carpet, catching him steadily.

His entire body felt as if he had been fished out of water; his Mental Energy was completely drained, but a slow smile spread across his pale face.

"The surgery was a success."

"Congratulations everyone, starting today, we have gloriously Advanced from 'pathogens' to 'probiotics.'"

In the plaza.

Dead silence.

After a silence lasting several tens of seconds.

It was replaced by a deafening cheer, like a volcanic eruption!

"We survived! We really survived!!"

"Mr. Li... No! Dean Li! Our eternal God!"

"Quick! The textbook! 'Feasibility Report on Minimally Invasive Neurosurgery at the World Level'! Who will be the scribe?!"

Gu Canghai wept with excitement, grabbing Kong Mengchang beside him: "Engineer Kong! We did it! We are the white-clad angels who save the dying and heal the wounded!"

Kong Mengchang forcefully pushed up his safety helmet, his gaze beneath the lens deep and sharp: "This is just the beginning. I think we can expand the Sect's business, for example... treating 'earth diseases' for major Grotto-Heavens and Blessed Lands, specializing in disharmonious Feng Shui and Dragon Vein embolisms."

...

On a rocking chair on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

Li Mo lay leisurely, watching the System panel flashing madly before his eyes, visible only to him.

[Ding! Successfully completed a plane-level medical procedure (Radical Excision of Localized Nerve Inflammation).]

[Ding! Obtained Epic Achievement: [Plane Doctor].]

[Ding! Received a gift from the Ancient God's subconscious: [Heavenly Dao Immunity (Permanent)].]

[Ding! Unlocked new permission: [Plane Medical Record Review].]

"Medical records?"

Li Mo's mind stirred, and an incomparably ancient notebook, seemingly carrying the passage of eons, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He flipped open the first page.

With just one glance, his pupils instantly contracted to the most dangerous pinprick.

[Medical Record Number: 001]

[Patient Name: Pangu (Codename)]

[Cause of Death Analysis: Not exhaustion from creating heaven and earth, the true cause of death... is 'parasitism'.]

[Source of Parasitism: An entity from 'outside the book'.]

Snap.

Li Mo slammed the notebook shut.

Outside the book?

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the window, looking toward the clear, cloudless sky that had just returned to tranquility.

So...

This Ancient God corpse, which served as the world, was not just the 'house' everyone relied on for survival.

It was also a colossal 'culture dish.'

And the truly terrifying 'sower,' or rather, 'farmer,' was currently outside this 'book,' staring coldly with an incomprehensible gaze at the 'probiotics' in the culture dish that had just learned how to treat their own illnesses.