C1844 Traveling in the Void

The sea's colorful surface settled into an eerie calm.

Deep within the boundless darkness, the frenzied Evil Gods of the Abyss ceased their relentless assaults on the Abyssal Gate, becoming unexpectedly subdued and disciplined.

This shift occurred because Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit, radiant like a scarlet crystal, had taken a seat upon the sea's surface.

The little spinosaurus hovered above, while the Abyssal Leviathan and the Abyssal Greater Basilisk, creators of this bizarre realm, dared not tread upon the chromatic waters. Yu Yuan's real body also floated in the air.

Only his Solar Spirit, gradually contracting, reined in the terrifying vital energy capable of annihilating worlds.

Transformed to the stature of a regular person, the Solar Spirit sat on the endless, colorful sea, instilling in the Abyssal Leviathan and the old Lizard a sense that as long as Yu Yuan remained still, he could deter all the Evil Gods lurking beneath.

At some point, Yu Yuan's diminutive scarlet figure began to overlap in their minds with the image of the exalted Titan Spinosaurus.

Yu Yuan's vigil here mirrored that of the Old Titan Spinosaurus of yore, sending shivers through every Abyssal creature.

Despite his vital energy reserves being critically low, and the Abyssal Gate being on the brink of collapse with just a few more impacts, it now seemed as unyielding as a mountain.

"I shall make my home here."

Yu Yuan, from below, looked up at the juvenile creature and the two mature cosmic giant beasts, smiling as he spoke, "I must find a way to embrace the mysteries left by the elder. Yes, after I've handled the external nuisances, I'll consume all the marks he's etched into the Abyssal Gate."

With a whoosh, the ever-transforming Abyssal Leviathan declared, "That will signify a complete connection between the two worlds. The destruction of both gates will lead to an incursion of Abyssal beings. And that scoundrel Tan Xiaotian will be able to settle in the Abyss with his real body. His presence in the Abyss... I fear..."

"He will ascend to the pinnacle of the Abyss, becoming its sovereign, akin to the Great Demon God Bertain, or the Titan Spinosaurus of legend."

It was evident that the Abyssal Leviathan harbored a considerable amount of caution towards Tan Xiaotian.

"I'm in favor of you breaking the Abyssal Gate. I'm eager to witness the interconnection of the two realms. In our world, the living space for giant beasts is nearly extinct, yet the Abyss and another world inhabited by Beast Gods seem more accommodating to our kind," the Lizard abruptly stated.

A fierce light ignited in his eyes. "Having grasped some of the Abyss's mysteries, I stand to gain once the worlds merge."

The little spinosaurus remained silent.

Overwhelmed by the shock, it had yet to recover from the Abyssal Leviathan's harsh words, struggling to accept that its ancestor intended to sacrifice it for a swift resurrection.

"Darkpinion..."

Yu Yuan, seated atop the Abyssal Gate, had the Root of the Solar Meridian on his forehead come into view, resembling a broad blood river.

A speck of blood, minuscule in the eyes of the Abyssal Leviathan and the Lizard, suddenly sparkled.

The two giant beasts sensed in astonishment that Yu Yuan had infused a fragment of his soul and vital energy into that tiny speck, as if embarking on a journey through time and space.

Elsewhere.

A Blood Fiend warrior named Tschick had reached the Darkpinion, home to the Wingkind.

His eyes, red as twin moons, began to emit an eerie glow.

He was acutely aware that the Blood Fiend Clan's progenitor sought to descend through his blood energy and will. Overwhelmed with honor, he willingly opened his heart to the presence.

Consequently.

After a brief pause, he murmured, "Tschick, you've done well."

Yu Yuan's will had chosen him as a vessel, transforming Tschick into a temporary, frail Blood Clone of Yu Yuan, gazing into the distance from the fringes of the Darkpinion.

Far away.

The Uxthar Tree's branches stood out starkly against the grey-yellow backdrop of the Dead Star, drawing the eye. Chen Qinghuang, in her true giant beast form, became an ethereal Azure Bird.

The Secular Bird Queen's wings fluttered gently, spreading waves of death and destruction to either side.

A grand temple stood at the heart of the Darkpinion Starfield, radiating an enchanting purple divine light. From within, the sound of a phoenix's cry echoed, followed swiftly by a flood of purple vital energy that engulfed the temple.

Amidst the thick blood-red clouds, the supreme Dark Phoenix emerged, her movements graceful and light, her eyes brimming with malice and savagery. She let out a piercing scream, "Wretch, let's see if you can survive this time!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A massive flag, resembling a ghastly face, swayed near the Uxthar Tree. With a mere flick, it could envelop and crush a star.

Tiny space rifts, sharp as beams of light, proliferated around the flag.

"Hehe!"

From the depths shrouded in darkness, Demon Lord Tan Xiaotian burst forth, revealing a towering demonform of indeterminate height.

Behind Tan Xiaotian's demonform, a crescent moon hung delicately, like a crescent comb.

He casually seized the real crescent moon, allowing dark energy to permeate it, effortlessly transforming the moon into a pitch-black, curved blade.

"Dark Phoenix, at last, we can have an unfettered battle in another Star River. I promised God-King Jihui that I would cooperate with him to eliminate you before I take control of the Dark Lords in the Abyss."

The pitch-black crescent moon in his hand shot towards the Dark Phoenix first.

Wherever the crescent moon passed, the light of the Star River was devoured, and darkness shrouded all, as if it had become an extension of his Darkland.

"The battle has begun."

...

In the Everlands, at the Fireheart Mountains, Zhong Chichen gazed at the largest volcano, spewing forth magma, with a look of deep contemplation. The entire range of the Fireheart Mountains was now covered in rivers of lava, the peaks trembling.

Most of the herbalists and cultivators from the Order of Healing had long since evacuated.

"It's like waking from a grand dream," Zhong Chichen mused, squinting his eyes as his gaze drifted, memories flooding his mind.

Officially, he was still the sect master of the Order of Healing.

Before being taken to the Rainbow Ocean, before his awakening, he had always been here, concocting medicines and toiling for the sect's resurgence.

Yet, from the moment he awoke, the soul of the Chronowyrm had taken precedence over all else.

He retained the name Zhong Chichen and sometimes still declared himself as the sect master of the Order of Healing to the outside world.

However, he knew the truth was far from that.

Since awakening, Zhong Chichen's life seemed devoid of meaning. He was aware of his true identity as the Chronowyrm.

Though he possessed a human form, he was the progenitor of the Nagas, and his Solar Spirit had been restored to that of the Chronowyrm.

"Sect Master."

"Master."

Du Yazi, Ye Hen, Tong Rui, and other counselors of the Order of Healing, along with Chu Yao, approached quietly, though they kept a respectful distance, their eyes betraying a mix of emotions as they bowed.

"Ah, it's you all. Why haven't you left?"

Regaining his composure, Zhong Chichen turned to face his loyal followers and disciples, asking with deep emotion, "Do you still acknowledge me?"

"Of course! Always!" Ye Hen affirmed.

"These three were ready to lay down their lives for you in the Rainbow Ocean," Loong Jie chimed in, unable to hold back. "Back then, I was unaware of the Ancestor's identity and almost found them too bothersome. Ancestor, they are commendable... Dragon Attendants."

"Whether as Mr. Zhong or the Dragon God of the Nagas, you gave us rebirth. Therefore..." Tong Rui began with a deep bow, then raising her head, she continued, "Therefore, in our hearts, you remain the same person."

"A person?" Zhong Chichen uttered, at a loss for words.

"Master."

Chu Yao, reborn through the Solar Spirit, was the most restrained, softly calling out.

Yu Yuan's and Zhong Chichen's tangled history of enmity and gratitude had left Chu Yao utterly bewildered.

Yet, in Chu Yao's heart, this second master had treated him better and was held in higher esteem than the first.

Zhong Chichen's gaze upon the familiar faces lightened his somber mood.

With a whoosh, a blood-colored wraith sped forth, coalescing into Xueyin, who took over leadership of the Colddeath from Ann Wen and Ann Ziqing.

"People from the Colddeath? What brings you here?" Zhong Chichen asked, displeased.

"Senior, please wait a moment."

Xueyin halted in the void, dissolving the barriers between his spirit and his bloodline, ready to embrace the incoming will from beyond.

Shortly thereafter, he spoke again, "It's me."

Zhong Chichen and Loong Jie adjusted their stances, shedding their previous contempt and negligence. Their faces took on a grave demeanor.

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