C1678 Descend
Beneath Zhong Chichen, the hefty Book of Time silently exuded a stream of gold, silver, copper, iron, and fine sand.
In an instant, the Book of Time transformed into a massive gold brick, radiating a dazzling golden glow.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bright yellow gold essence, sparkling silver essence, black iron essence, and dark red copper essence burst forth from the large gold brick.
Zhong Chichen's expression shifted subtly as he was engulfed by the "sandstorm" created by the essences of gold, silver, copper, and iron.
Tiny grains of sand in various colors flowed into Zhong Chichen's flesh, the sand imbued with the powers of gold, silver, copper, and iron, possessing a formidable corrosive effect on his flesh and blood.
In a mere moment, Zhong Chichen's body was coated with a layer that shone with a cold metallic sheen.
A layer of Sunsilver skin!
This skin, instantly formed from the essences of gold, silver, copper, and iron, insulated Zhong Chichen from the external void, while deep within, the Sunsilver Essence continued to erode his flesh.
His bloodline's function halted, and the circulation of his blood was constrained. Adding to Zhong Chichen's woes was the fact that...
His Solar Spirit, resembling a Seven-Colored Dragon, had become immobilized within his body due to the infiltration of the essences of gold, silver, copper, and iron, rendering him unable to wield his extraordinary abilities.
Before his awakening, he had already reached the Unbound Realm, and the creation of his Solar Spirit had followed the human race's more traditional methods.
His Solar Spirit was a fusion of spiritual energy and soul, intermingled with flame fine gold and various rare magic items.
Upon awakening and reforging the Solar Spirit, he incorporated vital energy into it, yet he did not discard the assorted fine gold within.
He had plans to wait until Loong Jie reached peak strength and then harness Loong Jie's power to reforge the Solar Spirit anew.
The presence of different types of fine gold within his Solar Spirit allowed President Lyi to exert influence over him through the mysteries of Sunsilver.
Now, President Lyi had emerged as a formidable Sunsilver Evil God, capable of exerting his power over any being with elements of gold, silver, copper, and iron in their flesh and blood.
Zhong Chichen swiftly discerned that the only part of him unaffected was his primordial spirit, the very foundation of his divine stature.
His mastery of space and time magic was heavily reliant on the hidden powers of space and time within his very soul, necessitating the use of his transformed heart for coordination.
At this moment, however, the Seven-Colored Heart he had refined during his ascension was significantly compromised by the corrosion of sunsilver elements.
"I should have removed the Sunsilver Essence from the Solar Spirit sooner," he lamented. Encased within the metallic shell forged from gold, silver, and copper, he found himself longing for Loong Jie.
He knew that had he not left the Dark Realm, had he remained with Loong Jie, President Lyi would pose no threat.
Loong Jie's formidable golden dragon physique and miraculous dragon blood could have easily purged President Lyi's corrosive influence, restoring him to full strength.
If not for the unexpected upheaval of the Book of Time beneath him, had he been prepared, he wouldn't have found himself so vulnerable.
Elsewhere, Yu Yuan gripped the Titanblade, its crimson blade emitting an urgent and fearful cry from the sword spirit.
The sword spirit was horrified to discover that its bond with the Divine Sword had been severed by some unknown force.
As it was about to warn Yu Yuan of the impending danger...
The razor-sharp tip of the Divine Sword uncontrollably pivoted, aiming for Yu Yuan's chest.
To onlookers, Yu Yuan appeared to be on the brink of self-destruction!
After uttering "President Lyi," Yu Yuan realized that the Divine Sword had altered its trajectory independently. He managed to leap upward just in time.
This swift movement caused the Titanblade's betrayal strike to miss the Profound Gate acupoint, where his Solar Spirit resided.
Puchi!
The Divine Sword plunged into his tender abdomen.
Hua!
The Sunsilver Essence, like flowing sand, seeped through the blade into his flesh, initiating its assault.
Having endured this once before, Yu Yuan recognized that President Lyi's sinister arcane had overtaken the sword spirit, seizing total control of the Titanblade. He immediately concentrated his power to resist.
The vital energy, born of the Solar Spirit and imbued with the pure life-creating force of the strange power, clashed with the force intent on metallizing his flesh within his abdomen.
"President Lyi!"
God-King Taixu bellowed in fury.
Youyu let out a snort as the third eye on his forehead burst open, unleashing streams of water, some crystal clear and others murky.
The streams, half clear and half turbid, encircled Zhong Chichen, who was enveloped in a sheath of gold, silver, copper, and iron, intent on shattering the Sunsilver-infused remnant soul bestowed by President Lyi.
At that very moment!
A faint and ethereal phantom emerged within the Maw of Oblivion, issuing a cold, angry shout, "You have killed the Voidweaver!"
With that cry, the streams, both clear and muddy, carrying the mysteries of the Root of the Lunar Meridian, were consumed by the swirling Maw of Oblivion.
The phantom of the Origin Deity grew more visible and more intense.
Suddenly, he glanced at the Abyssal Greater Basilisk. "May I borrow your warrior?"
Upon hearing this, the Silverscale Tribe warriors behind the Abyssal Greater Basilisk felt a chilling presence enveloping them.
"Jessica, it's going to be okay," the Abyssal Greater Basilisk reassured her softly.
Despite being filled with fear and anxiety, the female tenth-level Silverscale Tribe warrior nodded in agreement after his words of comfort.
Jessica surrendered her soul, allowing the Origin Deity to descend, temporarily relinquishing her body.
She was acutely aware that the Origin Deity's physical form, unable to break through the Abyssal Gate, could not reach their world. Relying solely on the spirited bodies to battle Youyu and Taixu would surely be a disadvantage.
Thankfully, the Origin Deity could descend upon any of his followers in spirit, transforming their bodies into conduits for his Soul Power.
Like now, for instance.
Jessica vividly felt an immense and infinite Soul Power flood into her like the depths of a vast ocean.
Her fragile soul, like a small boat capsized by a giant ocean wave, lost control of her body the moment it hit the ocean floor.
She was cornered, shivering as she experienced the overwhelming force of the Soul Power.
"Don't be nervous. I'm just borrowing it for a short while."
That was the last thing she heard in the Origin Deity's soothing voice before she lost consciousness, her even her right to observe in secret stripped away by the Origin Deity.
"It is done."
When Jessica opened her eyes once more, she had become the embodied Origin Deity.
"Ah Kun, how about we both just stand aside and watch? I won't assist him, and you're not allowed to join the battle either."
The Abyssal Greater Basilisk, disguised as an elder of the Silverscale Tribe, first gave the Origin Deity who had descended upon Jessica a complex look, then addressed the Abyssal Leviathan.
"Fine by me."
The Abyssal Leviathan readily agreed, nodding repeatedly.
If his inaction could bring peace to his old friend, then he would be easing some of Yu Yuan's burden.
Regardless of the outcome, Yu Yuan couldn't fault him or claim he did nothing.
His mere presence here, and the fact that the Abyssal Greater Basilisk refrained from intervening, was a significant act in itself.
"Heh."
The eyes of the Origin Deity inhabiting Jessica became deep and abyssal, as if two tiny "Maw of Oblivion" had been infused into his sockets.
The Abyssal Greater Basilisk, feeling the aura emanating from him that was both familiar and strange, involuntarily stepped back.
The familiarity stemmed from the Abyss, which he had once touched and spent ages pondering.
The strangeness was because he had never truly ventured into the Abyss, and thus knew little about it.
When he stepped back, the two chieftains of the Silverscale Tribe quickly followed suit.
"It's been a long time."
Once the Origin Deity spoke again, his eyes, which seemed perpetually ready to swallow the souls of all beings, focused solely on Yu Yuan.
He paid no heed to Zhong Chichen, Youyu, or Taixu.
After his spirit had found a vessel in Jessica, he appeared to concentrate all his attention and intent on Yu Yuan.
Taixu, Youyu, and the Abyssal Leviathan felt a sudden tension at his words.
They also came to a startling realization: this visitor from another realm seemed to have long known that the person before him was the Taiyin God-King, who, alongside the Demon God Bertain, had once dealt him a crippling blow at the outset of his emergence!
But when had he come to know this?
It was on the extraterrestrial battlefield of the Otherworld, in Brugeth!
Whoosh!
The bone spike in his hand, as if imbued with the essence of Sunsilver by President Lyi, instantly transformed into a cold, hard weapon of Sunsilver, emitting a brilliant silver radiance.
His body shimmered with natural silver scales that rippled like water.
Beneath his feet, space itself seemed to undulate, creating ripples. A member of the Silverscale Tribe, she held the sword's hilt tightly and smiled at Yu Yuan, who was exerting all his effort to draw it.
Her smile was bizarre and surreal.
Boom!
The space around Yu Yuan appeared to be filled with molten goldsteel, transforming the area into a massive block of the metal.
As the Origin Deity's laughter subsided, he executed a short-range teleportation, reappearing in the frozen expanse. The bone spikes, now Sunsilver treasures, hurtled towards Yu Yuan's forehead.
"You extinguished one of my souls; I shall extinguish one of yours."
Clang!
The bone spikes aimed at Yu Yuan's forehead were intercepted by the Dragon Slaying Stage.
Within the Dragon Slaying Stage, Yu Yuan finally succeeded in withdrawing the Titanblade. The corpse of the ancient golden dragon, which had been lifeless for untold years, was brought into this realm with the Titanblade. Sensing the aroma of gold, silver, copper, iron, and fine gold, the ultimate cosmic order concealed within materialized as streaks of golden lightning.
Crackle!
The Dragon Slaying Stage was alive with electric arcs and thunderous roars. The tangible Sunsilver Rules struck down like bolts of lightning.
They targeted the Titanblade!
In a flash, the Sunsilver Evil God's infusion of gold, silver, copper, and iron into the Divine Sword was shattered by the lightning, obliterating President Lyi's intentions.
The fine gold became grains of sand, merging into the carcass of the golden dragon.
The residual power of the deceased golden dragon still exerted a profound attraction to gold, silver, copper, and iron, exerting a formidable restraining force.
"Golden dragon!"
A new idea struck Yu Yuan, and his expression shifted with resolve.
Whoosh!
As the Origin Deity thrust his bone spikes once more, they were repelled by a burst of golden radiance, as though striking a wall forged from Sunsilver.
"The legacy of that venerable dragon!"
President Lyi's voice, devoid of any human warmth, emanated from the Book of Time at Zhong Chichen's feet.
"Golden dragon god."
Surprise flickered in the Origin Deity's deep-set eyes. He nodded in acknowledgment and said, "It appears that I will need to resort to my Maw of Oblivion after all."
Whoosh!
The massive whirlpool, like a monstrous creature from an unfathomable abyss, opened its maw and surged toward the Dragon Slaying Stage.
