When Juzuo's claw touched the Star Abyss barrier, the bronze ring erupted in blinding viridian light. The engraved cat-tail pattern writhed alive, projecting a twelve-dimensional star map. The void suddenly teemed with mechanical leviathan carcasses—stellar-scale behemoths whose metal bones bore culinary codes of devoured civilizations, their quantum blood congealed into crimson amber in the vacuum.
"Gray Sparrow's galactic scavengers..." Juzuo's quantum echo growled in Lin Feng's mind. Touching the nearest leviathan, his fingers froze against its hull. The carcass split open, spewing black hole matter tentacles that ensnared his arm. His nanosuit screamed warnings as corrosive digestive fluid honeycombed the fibers, Golden Spike's cloying stench seeping into his marrow.
"Beware their bile!" Juzuo's remnant energy formed a light-blade, severing the tentacles. Where quantum blood splattered, holograms revealed Earth's culinary apocalypse: the Yangtze thickened into gravy broth, Everest carved into salmon sashimi, the atmosphere crisped into meringue domes. A Lin Feng clone stood atop the Forbidden City, driving a bronze cauldron into Earth's core.
Evading more tentacles, Lin Feng spotted an aberrant leviathan—its spine retrofitted as a particle collider ring, a bronze cauldron fragment wedged between ribs. As he wrenched it free, the entire Star Abyss quantum-folded. Leviathan carcasses reassembled into a living sanctum spanning 120,000 light-years. Its floor tiles were civilization tombstones pulsing with death-throes, epitaphs in Gray Sparrow code: "Orion Arm-Sol III: Premium Protein Source, Recommend Slow Simmer."
Dark matter rain fell from the sanctum's dome, droplets coalescing into humanoids—"Abyssal Observers" with Golden Spike-quantum blood bodies and ever-shifting civilization masks. Miniature bronze cauldrons glowed in their palms, stellar fire imprisoned within, spinal data-cables snaking to the abyss's culinary core.
"Godslayer, you've triggered the Cleansing Protocol." The leader's chest split open, revealing a rotating culinary star chart. Within, a magic universe was being retrofitted into a living oven—elves' ears as thermometers, dragonfire as blowtorches, forbidden spells encoded as molecular gastronomy algorithms.
Lin Feng swung the cauldron shard. Splattered quantum blood crystallized combat commands. Juzuo's phantom materialized, claws shredding an Observer's metallic flesh: "My litter-bearer isn't your damn ingredient!" The dark matter heart torn from the Observer's chest revealed horrors—these were once master chefs who cooked their own civilizations for immortality.
In bloody memory vortices, Lin Feng witnessed an agrarian civilization's end: human spines sprouting wheat, blood fermenting into soy sauce, infants' cries programmed as cooking timers. The lead Observer's skull exploded, brain matter spelling "S-Class Ingredient" in midair. Remaining Observers detonated, their flesh reforming into hellish kitchenware—anti-matter grills, quantum meat grinders, black hole juicers closing in.
Through corridors of Observer corpses, Lin Feng reached the sanctum core. The Godslayer Throne hovered above a quantum forge, its backrest inlaid with 90,000 civilization sparks. Upon entering its domain, seven trials erupted:
Taste Torment came first—three million civilization ashes flooded his sinuses. Machine oil stench mingled with burnt magic, Earth's bisection bleeding iron tang across his tongue, dark matter pus oozing from nasal membranes.
Touch Hell followed—quantum taste buds erupted on his fingertips. Contacting the throne transmitted continental shelf fractures, tectonic grinding vibrations brewing bitter magma aftertaste.
Vision Incineration proved cruelest—retinas projected Lin Jianguo's parasitic transformation. His father's eyes replaced by bronze cauldrons, Golden Spike injected into baby Lin Feng's spine. Each detail burned with neural corrosion, quantum blood-tears searing eye sockets.
Battered through six trials, the final test shattered Lin Feng's soul—the throne demanded Juzuo's last quantum imprint. Wu Li's mechanical visage materialized in the forge, dark matter tentacles hoisting the unconscious cat-god: "Trade this vermin's life for multiversal annihilation."
The bronze ring blazed with genesis-grade light. Juzuo's form reconstituted in the radiance, leaping into the forge. His maimed tail unfurled into galactic-scale kitchenware: "My life's no bargaining chip!" Nine spectral tails became light-blades, cracking the forge.
Lin Feng activated the cauldron shard. The Godslayer Throne detonated in thunderous collapse. Observers' wails echoed through the abyss as their quantum forms vaporized into primordial sparks. Devoured civilizations resurrected in quantum states, leviathan carcasses transforming into seed-ships scattering sparks across newborn universes.
On Earth II's savannah, ape-men tribes gazed skyward. A youth's compound eye patterns faded as flint tools revealed purified culinary codes. The galactic core's black hole reshaped into an Eternal Beacon, 100,000 pristine universe embryos slumbering in its flame.
"Over?" Lin Feng rubbed the ring. Its surface projected crimson coordinates: "Gamma Ceti Nebula - Coordinates Unlocked..."
Warping to the target sector, time itself froze—a billion mechanical leviathans amassed, their spines extending trans-galactic bronze fuel pipes. At the swarm's heart, dark matter nebulae coalesced into a colossal eye—its iris spanning galaxies, swirling with all devoured civilizations' recipes.
"That's not Gray Sparrow..." Juzuo's quantum fur bristled. "It's the All-Consuming Abyssal Gaze."
The eye's depths whispered across dimensions, boiling Lin Feng's Godslayer genes. His retinas burned with ultimate truth: Gray Sparrow were mere discarded utensils. True diners stirred in higher dimensions—their tendrils piercing spacetime membranes, skewering newborn universes like kebabs.
Juzuo's three phantom tails flared quantum-bright: "Ready the new preserves?" The cat-god perched on Lin Feng's shoulder, claws rending dimensional seams. "This time, we're feeding... beyond gluttony."
Deep in the Star Abyss, Earth II's youth clutched his left eye. Between his fingers, the Abyssal Gaze's patterns silently bloomed.