I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

It was an ordinary day in one of the countless universes.

However, even in this particular universe, there was but a single world—an immense celestial body stretching across the entirety of its universal bounds, with nothing else in sight.

This solitary world was known as the Yuantian World, a world that bore some resemblance to Earth, though its scale and mysteries far surpassed Earth.

On this day, in many corners of the vast world, the fabric of space began to shudder violently. The air twisted and tore apart as dark, swirling portals erupted into existence.

The natives of Yuantian World were quick to notice the phenomenon. But no one dared to be the first to step through, not foolish enough to do so.

One such portal manifested in a place of a sprawling residence that stretched across fifty kilometers.

There were already many people gathered around this portal, dressed in ancient silk garments. These individuals bore a striking resemblance to humans on Earth, with two eyes, a nose, two legs, and all features appearing perfectly normal. There seemed to be nothing extraordinary about them.

A human figure slowly emerged from the portal. His long white hair swayed gently in the wind, and his eyes—one shining crimson and the other golden—radiated endless divine power and charm.

"Hello," Ray said with a friendly smile, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings. At first glance, the place truly resembles Earth, except for the presence of two suns hanging in the sky, one in the west and the other in the north.

Silence!

The crowd stood motionless, their eyes fixed on Ray with expressions of bewilderment.

"Boy, do you know where you have entered?" An old man slowly stepped out from the crowd, his expression stern and his gaze cold as it bore into Ray.

"Someone's residence?" Ray tilted his head slightly, his tone casual.

The old man remained silent, but the atmosphere grew oppressive. The air seemed to thicken, each passing second making it harder to breathe. Without warning, a sword materialized out of thin air and shot toward Ray with blinding speed.

"Die."

Shing!

"Hmm?" Ray remained motionless, yet the sword froze mid-air, as though halted by an invisible barrier. It quivered in place, unable to move an inch closer to him.

"How?" The old man's eyes widened in disbelief, his stern demeanor replaced with shock.

"I am a Tier Five spiritual cultivator—how could you stop my sword?" he stammered, his parched lips trembling violently.

"Cultivator?" Ray paused, his expression shifting to one of amusement. "Cultivation and cultivators!?"

The words struck him with genuine surprise—no, more than that, he was shocked. Ray had long read about and watched stories revolving around one of the most popular genres: cultivation. Essentially akin to magic, it was the pure pursuit of one ultimate goal—immortality.

The pursuit of immortality, so they could live eternally, savoring all experiences without end.

Of course, Ray had already achieved something akin to this, at least in terms of an infinite lifespan. But he knew that immortality in cultivation was often tied to the notion of omniscience and omnipotence—an ideal that was little more than a fool's dream.

"There are mountains beyond mountains, just as there exists that being who could detach me from the universe itself," Ray thought bitterly, a faint shadow passing over his heart.

His attributes had reached their limits, and there were now few things which enhance him whatsoever.

"Luckily, that being is also a Universal Being, intrinsically connected to the entire universe, granting her the ability to repel invasions from every other Universal Being," Ray murmured internally as his gaze fell upon the old man.

The old man's face had gone pale, beads of cold sweat forming on his wrinkled forehead. Trembling, he collapsed to the ground, groveling for mercy. His sudden submission seemed to trigger a chain reaction, and one by one, the rest of the crowd followed suit, bowing their heads low at Ray's feet.

"Hmm, it would be troublesome if I truly attracted the attention of the Universal Being here. Best to stay my hand for now," Ray thought, his golden and crimson eyes narrowing slightly.

Conquering this universe held no appeal to him. His ultimate goal was far greater—an escape from the ever-looming threat of detachment from the universe itself.

"I hope I can find something useful here," he murmured to himself, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the groveling figures before him.

Ray raised his head, his pupils shining with a blinding, otherworldly light as he spoke with authority:

"Raise your heads."

Almost as if compelled by an irresistible force, everyone lifted their heads in unison.

The moment their eyes met Ray's, their pupils dimmed, losing all luster, and their bodies went limp, collapsing to the ground like marionettes with severed strings.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

A breath later, they stirred, their movements stiff at first, before falling to the ground again—this time in reverent kneeling.

"We greet Master," they chanted in unison, their voices trembling with awe and submission.

"Alright."

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Ray gave a slight nod, his expression cold and detached. "Tell me everything about this world."

…

With the gates opening across the entire Yuantian World, cultivators were quick to sense the disturbance. Panic began to ripple through every corner of the realm, spreading like wildfire.

The fear stemmed not only from the unknown nature of these gates but from the terrifying beings that emerged—entities wielding invincible powers unlike anything anyone had seen before.

To make matters worse, the universe itself seemed to be unraveling. Bit by bit, the fabric of space was being consumed, disappearing into a vast, unending abyss.

A Tier Twelve cultivator, standing on the precipice of the god realm, stared in horror at the changes overtaking the universe. His voice trembled as he muttered, "We need to inform the Gods in Mount Sumeru."

This cultivator was an unusual figure. Bald and clad in a simple yet elegant monk's robe, he stood out with his flowing white beard and diminutive stature. Despite his small size, his presence exuded an aura of profound power and wisdom.

Without hesitation, he vanished into the void, reappearing in an instant before a towering mountain.

The mountain was incomprehensibly vast, its peak stretching beyond sight, as though it pierced through the Universe themselves and reached into infinity.

"Sigh, even after all this time, the glory of Mount Sumeru still stirs my heart," the Tier Twelve cultivator muttered, a mix of reverence and urgency in his tone.

Without delay, he entered the mountain, walking respectfully yet with hurried steps, his small frame moving with determined purpose.

As he climbed higher, the air grew thinner, and the world below seemed distant. Eventually, he breached the planet's atmosphere, stepping into outer space itself. Yet, even here, just a few hundred miles before the end of the known universe, the mountain's peak remained out of sight, stretching endlessly into the void.

Overwhelmed by its sheer majesty, his heart trembled. He collapsed to his knees, pressing his hands together in supplication.

"Please, God, wake up," he implored, his voice cracking with desperation.

For a moment, the silence was deafening, heightening his anxiety. Just as he prepared to offer a fervent prayer, the ground beneath him quivered.

The mountain began to tremble violently, its ancient stone surface splitting apart. Cracks spread like lightning, and from within them, streams of radiant golden light burst forth, illuminating the infinite expanse of space.

From the glowing cracks in Mount Sumeru, twelve majestic beings emerged. Though humanoid in appearance, their sheer size and unique features set them apart as entities far beyond mortal comprehension.

These beings were giants, towering over the mountain itself. Some possessed multiple arms, their movements radiating both grace and power, while two of them boar tusks resembling those of mighty elephants, like demons.

At the forefront stood a colossal figure, his muscular body spanning a height that rivaled the diameter of two planets. His third eye blazed with an intense light.

With a voice that reverberated across the cosmos, he declared, "The Cosmos has dared to invade our Three Thousand Realms. For this transgression, they shall not be forgiven."