"From the void of her shattered soul, the Ancestral Goddess bore the seed of all creation. When her breath scattered, the myriad realms awoke—gods wept, devils roared, and the balance was undone."
Deep inside the colossal world of the Primordial Profound Ark, Emperor Yun Che'sProfound Handle—a spiritual extension of his being—sat in profound contemplation, murmuring as he absorbed the content of the mysterious book obtained from Liu Xiao. While his main body continued the perilous journey through the spatial tunnel with Mo Su and Pan Xiaodie, his Profound Handle had materialized inside the Ark, startling the old man, Liu Xiao, to ask for the book.
Naturally, Liu Xiao had no reason to conceal the book; if his private speculations were correct, the cryptic volume contained the devastating, written truth of Yun Che's own destiny.
Thus, inside the calm sanctity of the Primordial Profound Ark, the Emperor's Profound Handle found the most solitary corner of the newly created world and began to ruthlessly devour its cosmic content.
"In the twilight of gods and devils, blood shall paint the sky. One shall rise from ashes twice-born, carrying wrath in his veins and sorrow in his soul."
"When the nine-stage heavenly tribulation appears, the True God will return. "Virtue will lead to eternal peace. Evil will bring the carnage of a Devil God."
"This... this prophecy..."Yun Che's mind violently seized upon the words. This was the very same, catastrophic prophecy the Heavenly Mystery Realm's Ancestor had uttered years ago—the one that directly led to Yun Che's betrayal by the God Realm, culminating in his return and absolute vengeance and raise to the Emperor!
Yet, to discover this ancient book, passed down through High Priest Liu Xiao's line for millions of years, contained the exact same words... the shock was bone-deep.
Yet, the complete, primordial prophecy did not terminate there—it chillingly continued.
"But this is not the end, for the stars have not yet bowed. The blade that brings ruin will one day shelter peace. The heart that knew only vengeance shall embrace the world."
"He who walks between light and dark shall bind the scattered legacies. The fallen kings, the silent gods, the grieving spirits — all shall speak through him."
As Yun Che's Profound Handle continued to devour the archaic text, his shock deepened into an uncontrollable terror. Yet, toward the end, the ultimate, primordial prophecy offered not the clear answers he desperately sought, but a dizzying spiral of even more profound, cosmic questions. The final lines, in particular, left his soul more utterly bewildered than enlightened.
"When sky and abyss kneel as one, And the soul once torn is whole again, He shall not merely ascend…He shall inherit."
"The last lord of the final era, not of gods, not of devils — but of all."
"This final line of the prophecy... what is its absolute meaning?" Yun Che murmured, millions of calculations flashing through his mind.
After what felt like an infinite span of time, he began to dissect the words.
The line, "When Sky and Abyss kneel as one," clearly referred to his unification of the God Realm and the Abyss. But the subsequent line—"And the soul once torn is whole again"—what, in the very cosmos, did that possibly refer to?!
My own soul is completely whole. Across all my lives and current, not a single piece is missing. So who... or what... is this "torn soul"?
Shaking his head in utter confusion, his Profound Handle silently dissolved, returning to his main body.
"Lingxi... no... Ancestral Goddess... it seems there are indeed things you deliberately kept hidden from this me," Yun Che murmured, his eyes instantly sharpening with cold, final certainty.
Through the violent, unending roar of the spatial storms—where time itself warped, speeding up and slowing down in dizzying chaos—three supreme figures fought, pushing forward with everything they possessed.
Thankfully, with their absolute, combined strength, they could barely withstand the brutal, razor-sharp spatial tears.
Yet, as they ascended higher and higher through what felt like infinite space, the downward force—a terrifying, primordial suction—grew exponentially stronger with every vertical inch gained!
BOOMMMMMMMM
With a unified, resounding roar, all three figures ruthlessly pushed their terrifying cultivation to its absolute utmost limit, pouring their boundless strength into forcing their ascent upward.
"Emperor Yun! Are you absolutely certain this is the correct path?!" Mo Su roared, the exponentially increasing downward force becoming terrifying. They were meant to be ascending, yet if this force grew any further, even his Ultimate Peak Ancient True God cultivation would fail!
"Trust in the Senior! If you cannot sustain it, simply enter the Primordial Profound Ark!" Yun Che roared back, his voice thick with challenge.
"...Forget about it!" Mo Su roared in pure defiance, ruthlessly pushing his strength to its absolute limit. Seeing that Pan Xiaodie showed no complaint, his competitive pride flared.
"This... this trifling force... it is nothing!" Mo Su yelled, as the titanic trio continued to push their ascent higher and higher.
The absolute truth was that with the Primordial Profound Ark now integrated into Yun Che's soul, it was fundamentally impervious to damage unless the Emperor himself was destroyed. The entire notion of protecting the Ark from the outside as it traversed the realm barriers was purely a political lie—a magnificent piece of unifying bullshit.
Driven by his stubborn, immense pride, Mo Su vehemently chose to push his way upward. He felt his authority and pride, both as the Abyssal Monarch and the former Heaven Punishing Crown Prince, were being trampled by the excessive aid from Yun Che, regardless of the Emperor's intent.
Instead of shamefully retreating into the Primordial Profound Ark, Mo Su chose his pride. Naturally, Pan Xiaodie, who had only just been reunited with her man, would never permit him to face this terrifying ascent alone, and thus, she fought by his side.
Yun Che could only roll his eyes at the theatrics as he drove them higher and higher. But the journey through the fractured space seemed utterly infinite, and the counteracting force grew ceaselessly stronger.
Even with Yun Che himself ruthlessly exploding with his absolute, full power, he still felt an undeniable, crushing burden—a pressure that would be utterly impossible for the pair who were significantly weaker than him.
!!!!!!!
Suddenly, Yun Che's brow violently jumped as he felt something terrifying—something primordial—surging upward from the depths below!
The moment he turned, Mo Su and Pan Xiaodie also noticed it: brilliant, countless streams of light rushing forward and past them. Even the crushing downward force had absolutely no effect on these lights as they surged upward!
"LAWS.... ANCIENT HEAVENLY DIVINE LAWS!!!" The trio murmured in stunned, unified awe as they watched the spectacle. The Ancient Heavenly Laws—the supreme, sovereign Divine Laws that once dictated the very age of the Gods and Devils—had finally, gloriously returned!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
With this ultimate, absolute manifestation of hope, the trio's profound strength reignited into a furious inferno! They roared their triumph as they poured all their might into a final, colossal push, following the brilliant, unstoppable lights that now covered the very path to the heavens!
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Knock. Knock. Knock. A soft, yet distinct knock on the chamber door suddenly rang out, jolting the young woman from her silent, profound trance. She rose from her seat and called out.
"What is it, Wuxin?"
"Auntie Lingxi," the voice of Wuxin replied, "everyone else has already gathered at the main palace. Since you have not yet arrived, Mother instructed me to come and personally escort you."
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In the main, grand hall of the Soul Stealing Realm's primary palace, close to a thousand somber figures had gathered.
Before them, a terrifyingly lavish feast had been laid out: divine deserts, rare, heavenly wines, and every conceivable ingredient so rare it was sought throughout the entire God Realm. It was, ostensibly, a celebration of the highest order.
Under any other circumstance, these high-level cultivators would not be interested; eating was a mere mortal pleasure, a forgotten option in their endless lives.
Yet, today, regardless of their towering cultivation base, power level, or status, every single person quietly grabbed a plate, filling their stomachs as if satisfying a primal, final hunger. But while the grand feast suggested celebration, the atmosphere remained utterly quiet, profoundly gloomy, and thick with an absolute dread.
"..."
"..."
"..."
No one dared to truly speak; instead, only the occasional, fragile smile—a smile heavy with unutterable sadness—was exchanged between the gathered figures.
"I apologize, everyone... did I cause you to wait?" Xiao Lingxi's soft voice suddenly rang out, shattering the heavy quietness as Wuxin gently guided her into the main hall.
"... It is quite alright, Elder Sister Lingxi. Do grab a plate," replied the graceful woman. Her age, peerless beauty, and profound power far surpassed that of Xiao Lingxi, but as a latecomer to Emperor Yun Che's life, she willingly called Lingxi "Elder Sister." The speaker, of course, was the very architect of this final, heavenly feast, and the only figure exhibiting any semblance of activity: Cang Shuhe.
Cang Shuhe's eyes, eyebrows, and lips were graceful and profoundly tender as she offered Xiao Lingxi a plate of food, receiving a sad smile in return. "Auntie Lingxi, let us go over there," Wuxin softly instructed, guiding Lingxi toward the innermost group of women.
There, gathered around her, were all the fellow sisters—all of Emperor Yun Che's wives and women—and not far away, all of their parents and closest kinsmen. This was the complete gathering. Just like everyone else, despite consuming food that tasted of the heavens, no one possessed the spirit to sing or dance.
This elaborate, final meal felt precisely like one thing: a terrifying farewell banquet to their very lives.
Just as Xiao Lingxi greeted the gathered and settled down, "Ugh....!!!"
A painful, strangled groan suddenly tore through the silence, instantly drawing every terrified eye to its source. The figure was clad in a rainbow-colored dress, but the fabric was visibly dull, as if the very color had been violently sucked out of it.
The moment the painful groan escaped her lips, everyone could see the distinct, horrifying blackened blood that had spilled from her mouth!
"Caizhi!"
"Sister Caizhi... are you... alright?" Voices thick with terror and concern instantly erupted as figures rushed to support her. Some frantically poured their pure profound energy into her to alleviate the agonizing pain, while others desperately sought a way to understand the terrifying attack.
"Master... is there really no way to help her...?" Su Ling'er's voice rang out amidst the panic, her face pale as she looked to the old man who could only shake his head.
The old man, of course, was the renowned Medicine Saint, Yun Gu.
Unfortunately, this divine, external malice was utterly beyond the scope of his medical and profound knowledge. "If... only I had focused on cultivating my profound power... perhaps... I could be of some use now," Yun Gu murmured, his fist clenched in absolute, futile regret.
Years ago, Yun Che had bestowed upon him a Divine Medicine that instantly elevated his profound strength from zero to the Divine Origin Realm. Yet, having no interest in combat, Yun Gu had focused only on using his enhanced profound power to treat more people.
This single thought—to heal—had governed his entire existence. But here, now, in this moment of divine crisis, he felt utterly and agonizingly useless. For the first time, he deeply regretted his lack of profound ambition. But with his age and the little time left, it was a meaningless regret. He could only shake his head, his hands impotent.
"If Master's profound strength were only greater... he would have effortlessly treated Lady Caizhi!"
Among the gathered crowd, a handsome middle-aged man suddenly called out with absolute conviction. His words were profoundly sincere; having served alongside his "Master" for several years, his faith in Yun Gu's medicinal ability was total and unwavering.
"..."
"..."
A little over four years ago in the linear flow of God Realm time—just a few short months after Emperor Yun Che had departed into the Abyss, his fate utterly unknown—a calamity of primordial proportions violently descended upon the God Realm. The venerable Wall of the Primordial Chaos was brutally torn open from the outside, and a wave of Devil Gods accompanied by "she" descended into the realm.
With the inherent power of the Devil Gods, even one-hundredth of their true strength would have been enough to annihilate every living being in the entire God Realm in a single breath. And this is just for one of these being, much less close to hundred of them!
Yet, these beings inexplicably refrained, meticulously limiting their terrifying, Godly power down to merely Half Step Divine Extinction Realm—the precise utmost limit the weakened Heavenly Laws could tolerate without shattering the very fabric of existence.
Still, in a world where the power of the Half StepDivine Extinction Realm had long since faded from existence, the true rank was immaterial. Whether they were restricted to Half Step Extinction Realm or their full Ancient True Devil God Realm power, the final outcome was the same: even if the entire populace of the God Realm mustered every last trace of their Profound Power, they could never, ever resist.
And this calculation did not even account for "her" existence—a figure whose identity utterly defied the knowledge and understanding of every single person who knew her.
She, who had been violently pushed out of the Primordial Chaos to her death, had returned, now leading the Devil Gods in their cruel torment of the world.
Although those closest to her instantly recognized the terrifying features, deep inside their hearts, they all knew a devastating truth: this was no longer her they once knew. The kind, playful, ruthless star god they knew was gone, replaced by a being of pure, unfeeling malice—a terror proven unequivocally by the agonizing incident that had befallen Caizhi herself.
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After a terrifying, short hour of concentrated meditation, with profound energies from all her peers ruthlessly suppressing her internal injuries, Caizhi finally regained the ability to breathe freely.
"Chanyi, Yu Wu, you will escort Lady Caizhi back to her resting palace immediately," Chi Wuyao's commanding voice rang out, signaling her two Witches.
"Yes, Devil Empress!" Both Witches answered instantly. Yet, before they could move, Caizhi weakly raised her hand.
"It is quite alright... Big Sister Empress... I wish... to spend the last remaining time with everyone..." she whispered, quietly rejecting Chi Wuyao's protective suggestion.
".....Very well," Chi Wuyao conceded, her eyes acknowledging the profound meaning behind Caizhi's words. She no longer pressed the matter. Deep inside her terrifyingly intelligent mind, she knew with absolute certainty that it made no difference whether Caizhi—or anyone in the God Realm—spent their final hours resting or recuperating. After the high noon of the coming day, all existence in the God Realm would simply cease to be.
The solemn banquet continued throughout the night, the guests dining mostly in silence. Then, inevitably, despite the desperate, collective wish to freeze time and awaken from this profound nightmare, the drawn of a new, desolate day arrived.
Though the Northern Divine Region was perpetually shrouded in bleak darkness, the subtle shift from night to day was always discernible. Yet, today, as the sun struggled to ascend into the high sky, everything remained as profoundly dark as ever—if not darker.
Across every corner of the vast God Realm, this palpable bleakness and suffocating despair rose up, seemingly blotting out the sky itself.
The final day had come. The day of the terrible promise "she" had once decreed—the moment she would allow the Devil Gods to finally release their absolute, unconstrained strength, completely drowning the entire God Realm in a tide of ultimate, black blood!
Although throughout the short years, the accidental destruction of planets or entire star realms was a common occurrence, this fragility was merely due to the extremely weakened state of the Heavenly Laws that now governed the realm.
But now, with the Devil Gods poised to release their full, unconstrained, primordial strength, the stakes had fundamentally changed. The power of just one single Devil God was enough—utterly enough—to instantly and irrevocably destroy all things and everything.
Thump.... thump.... thump.... thump....
The suffocating light of absolute despair slowly ascended high into the heavens, as trillions of beating hearts rang out as one, waiting for the inevitable, final hammer of fate to descend.