C2107 Wellspring of Creation!
This eye, nestled between his brows, had become a blood-red star.
The Primal Blood Continent within the Dark Realm appeared to have been assimilated by him, transforming into an extension of his vision.
Scarlet light burst forth from his third eye, a brilliance so intense that not even the deepest darkness could conceal or swallow it.
Given that the Primal Blood was of a higher essence than darkness, it seemed capable of casting its bloody glow amidst the shadows.
Through this wondrous eye, Yu Yuan beheld the undulating flesh within the Wellspring of Creation, teeming with mysteries he had yet to fathom—entities that belonged neither to the Origin Realm, the Wasteland, nor even the Abyss.
They were massive orbs of abnormal, blood-colored luminescence!
In comparison, most Life Seeds from the Origin Realm, the Wasteland, and the Abyss were minuscule, like grains of sesame.
The Life Seeds of cosmic giant beasts were merely the size of fingertips.
Yet, the Life Seeds nestled within the pulsating flesh were as large as fists!
Countless enormous Life Seeds filled this writhing mass, drawing sustenance from it and turning it into an arena for their brutal struggle for survival.
He witnessed some Life Seeds perish within this flesh, becoming one with the contorted mass.
New Life Seeds also emerged within it.
The weak perished, and the superior emerged, engaging in an eternal battle of elimination to select the fittest.
This was a harsh method of life's evolution.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Yu Yuan's heart began to race uncontrollably.
The ferocious battle among the numerous colossal Life Seeds within the Wellspring of Creation seemed to awaken a primal ferocity and instinct within him.
He even felt that he... had originated from that very mass of flesh and blood.
Suddenly, he sensed that the twisted mass of flesh in the Wellspring of Creation was inherently a part of him.
"You may not recall the Genesis Continent, but it remembers you. It has just aided you. It is an inanimate object, a desiccated husk, yet it manifested a lingering sentience because of you."
The Demonic Vessel, bound to Yu Yuan, ascended gradually from the Altar of Shadows. The entire World of Darkness seemed to be beneath its dominion, an integral part of its being.
In that moment, Yu Yuan profoundly understood that everything below the seventh level of the Abyss was within his realm and sphere of influence.
He was the sovereign of the netherworld, the actual master of the rules and arcane arts of this realm, omnipotent in his domain.
It wasn't until he was equal to Yu Yuan that he halted the Altar of Shadows.
A lifeless husk? A desiccated skeleton?
Yu Yuan's brow twitched involuntarily, and he found himself drawn once more to gaze upon the Genesis Continent.
The first time he left this dark expanse, he was struck by an odd sensation, as if the Genesis Continent were the trunk of some colossal being.
The towering mountain ranges resembled the spine of a behemoth that held a deep affection for him, reluctant to see him depart.
Yet, this Genesis Continent was even more massive than Tyria itself.
In Yu Yuan's current understanding, not even the Titan Spinosaurus at its zenith could rival the enormity of this entity.
He dimly recalled that in the dawn of time, the size of a creature denoted its strength.
The Origin Realm's earliest age was dominated by cosmic giant beasts. Their brutal feasting on one another nearly laid waste to the entire realm.
To counter this, the Everlands' Primal Soul created the Sky Fiend, fostering Bertain's growth, thus bringing an end to the epoch of the giant beasts.
The reborn Dawnbringers, Starborn, Shadowkin, and enchantresses, though linked to the Primal Blood, now inhabited much smaller forms.
If he was right and the Genesis Continent was skeletal remains, then what was this immense creature?
Why did it remember him? Why did its lingering sentience seek to aid him?
Yu Yuan was lost in contemplation.
"The power of flesh and blood, the seeds of life—we've always had them, and we've never been in want. The myriad races of the Abyss didn't just spring from nothing," he stated with serene conviction.
"It is the cradle of numerous Abyssal races, including yourself."
Primal Blood gestured towards the "Wellspring of Creation," pausing briefly before clarifying, "At least, the Yu Yuan who was once the Lord of the Abyss, emerged from there."
With a hiss, the Wellspring of Creation, which had surfaced from below, released strands of blood that unfurled from the pulsating mass of flesh.
Each strand of blood concealed numerous Life Seeds, all brimming with potent vital energy.
Whether it was the Life Seeds or the vital energy within, Yu Yuan sensed a profound distortion and chaos, each carrying an indescribable savagery and ferocity.
The Wellspring of Creation's immense vital energy propelled the Life Seeds into the realm within the Altar of Shadows.
Within this realm, the dark creatures, whose souls and vital energy had long been shaped by His power, began to merge with the Life Seeds.
Following the fusion, fully formed beings came into existence.
Yu Yuan bore witness to the creation of these beings, observing the emergence of new life within the Altar of Shadows—beings of blood, flesh, and soul, crafted by His formidable might.
Above, in the heavens.
The Dark Anima, having taken over Tan Xiaotian, displayed a sudden look of madness on its softened features.
It had awaited this moment for eons. The aspiration it and the Primal Soul had longed for was at last fulfilled!
With the birth of the World of Darkness and the presence of the dark creatures, it would advance yet another step.
Simultaneously.
Yu Yuan, the Lord of the Abyss, who had been confined in the darkness below and was gradually severing ties with the seven levels of the Abyss, regained his freedom.
The Order's lightning that had entangled and constrained him silently withdrew.
He cast a glance upwards.
Above the Abyss, the fragmented lands had turned into a sky full of meteorites.
The Sky Fiend named Saca was purifying the meteorites in the meteor sea, extracting the hidden arcane power within.
The Sky Fiend race was on the brink of birthing a Demon God of immense power, second only to Bertain and on par with Kaiya.
As for the escaped Light Spirit...
It huffed and departed from the seven layers of the Abyss, plummeting into the familiar World of Darkness.
The Dark Anima, inhabiting Tan Xiaotian, paused beside the Primal Soul and bowed deeply in thanks.
"Thank you for your blessing."
Its devotion was palpable. It lifted its gaze to meet the Primal Soul's eyes with a focused and earnest expression. "Your word is bond, and you have never led me astray. Following you is the most prudent decision I've ever made."
The Primal Soul nodded in acknowledgment. "It is as I promised you."
The Altar of Shadows at its feet soared towards the Dark Anima.
Once the obsidian crystal platform settled in place, the Dark Anima called forth the Shadowsky, refined by Tan Xiaotian, creating a barrier that encircled the Altar of Shadows.
Like the outer ring of a star, a natural barrier protected the lives growing within it, ensuring their safety and development.
To Yu Yuan, the dark expanse before him had transformed into a dark star—a world verging on reality, destined to become tangible. With his Altar of Shadows, he had forged an entirely new world.
This world, he entrusted to the Dark Anima, who had always served him loyally.
"Did you see that?" he asked, hovering in midair, casting a glance at the towering Tree of Life.
The plants and Thunder Spirit within the Tree of Life seemed to smile obsequiously, echoing his presence.
"We saw it with our own eyes!" they exclaimed.
"Your divine power is limitless, your arcane might infinite. You are our foundation and origin," the plants and Thunder Spirit declared humbly.
"If you remain orderly and loyal to me, you too shall receive such rewards," he stated indifferently.
The plants and Thunder Spirit scrambled to express their fidelity, bowing and pledging their allegiance.
He listened with a detached expression, aware that before his return, the Primal Anima had conspired with Yu Yuan.
After relinquishing the Altar of Shadows, he stepped over to the Wellspring of Creation, pausing at its edge.
After a prolonged silence, he spoke with a sense of loss, "They're all dead. Our world is in ruins, and with it, the end of all that was nurtured within."
Whoosh! The sound echoed in the boundless darkness, where the Wellspring of Creation seemed to release numerous colossal beings.
Though not as vast as the Genesis Continent, these creatures were only slightly smaller, yet still larger than the mightiest Titan Spinosaurus.
They lay dormant in the deepest darkness, shrouded in an eternal veil, their years of death in another world uncounted.
And that world, it seemed, was the true Abyss.
"We should both strive for the rebirth of our world," he said, turning once more to Yu Yuan.
Yu Yuan suddenly felt a piercing pain. It was not a pain of the soul or from his Soul Altar, but from his real body's heart—a faint ache as if touched by some unseen force.
