C2118 I Am Still Me!
Between the Wellspring of Creation and the vast expanse of the Genesis Continent, a blood-colored curtain materialized from nowhere.
This curtain, which isolated the Wellspring of Creation from the land, was etched with billions of intertwining bloodlines that morphed into rivers, lakes, mountains, and continents. Nations that had vanished in the River of Time were as if sculpted by deities, and beings of flesh and blood from both the Origin Realm and the Wasteland reemerged within these lost lands.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, thick, towering columns of blood-red light, born from the union of blood-colored lightning and the Secrets of Life, struck the bottom of the Wellspring of Creation. Over nine hundred magnificent blood-colored pillars surged upward like mountains, propping up the Wellspring to prevent it from descending to the depths.
Sizzle sizzle!
From the abruptly appearing blood-colored curtain, endless streaks of lightning burst forth. There were hills and mountain ranges made of thunder and frost, golden rivers suspended in the sky, and clusters of stars twinkling vividly. The world within the curtain grew increasingly vibrant, brimming with breathtaking wonders.
The dark void collapsed, and numerous massive blood-colored vortexes formed into peculiar Maw of Oblivion, warping the psionic power of this realm and rewriting the Cosmic Order. Time, space, and all living beings underwent intricate transformations within the depths of the blood-colored curtain.
The history of the Origin Realm's creation and the silent demise of countless beings were condensed as if time had been accelerated by eons, all replaying within the curtain for the extraordinary entities to observe and experience.
Countless bloodline rules, the truths of life's conception and regeneration, clashed with the foundational principles of the World of Darkness at the fringe of the curtain.
Crack! Rumble! Boom! Boom!
A variety of bizarre noises emanated from the typically silent World of Darkness. Within the curtain, kingdoms manifested, and deep within their mountains, beings of immense power stirred from their eons-long slumber. Among them were tyrants who had once dominated for ages and a race that had been resurrected against the currents of time.
Generations of Golden Shura Kings, venerable Starborn elders with celestial might, and giant beasts that had perished battling Titan Spinosaurus, along with extinct titans, all made their presence known.
Deities, Spacetime Giants, and more seemed to exert their forces upon the Wellspring of Creation, looming high above within the depths of the blood-colored curtain.
The Wellspring of Creation spun like a top, casting out ripples of inky blackness.
These ripples held the profound essence of the Primal Soul and Dark Anima, a clash between the arcane mysteries of the Abyss of Truth and the force within the blood-colored veil.
It was as though two worlds were colliding, a meeting of minds from countless generations, a dialogue between extraordinary beings from history.
His face was etched with gravity, astounded by the wonders emerging from the blood-colored curtain, compelled to confront his adversary.
Gradually.
Above the blood-colored curtain stood Yu Yuan, his Solar Spirit as if treading upon a world, gazing up at the Wellspring of Creation.
He stood at the brink of the Wellspring, head bowed, locking eyes with Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit.
He observed the innumerable bloodline rules and Secrets of Life etched upon Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit—on his arms, neck, forehead, and cheeks—all interwoven with the blood-colored curtain at Yu Yuan's feet.
Yu Yuan displayed the mysteries of Primal Blood, honed over eons, and the blood magic inherent in the Root of the Solar Meridian, through his very being.
Where his Solar Spirit resided, it seemed a world brimming with life could emerge, his scattered Life Seeds capable of reviving all creatures.
His presence alone could unveil the ultimate secrets of life and bloodline in any forbidden area or Mysterious Realm, through his power and influence.
The Primal Blood and the eleventh-level Solar Spirit were united as one.
This was also a state of Great Perfection.
"You have disappointed me far too much!"
He withdrew his gaze, his emotions turbulent, his chest heaving.
Beneath his feet, the Wellspring of Creation, despite his Divine Power and cosmic order, failed to shatter the robust blood-colored pillars of light. He gazed unhappily at Yu Yuan’s real body beneath the dark celestial dome.
He shook his head slightly, feeling an immense sense of disappointment.
And a sense of loss.
"I shaped you, made you the foremost among the Abyss, allowed your soul to achieve supremacy."
"I did!"
"Your dissatisfaction with my descending consciousness led you to resist me as your strength grew."
"You were so unique and exceptional. I once indulged and tolerated your capriciousness and impulsiveness. You consistently rejected my descending consciousness, even at the cost of your own life."
He paused, his handsome visage—one that belonged to Yu Yuan—seething with anger and a sense of betrayal that seemed beyond forgiveness. His voice rose with each word.
"But now, you've actually allowed another Primal Anima to descend into your body! How many years have we been at odds? You've always held the line, never once unlocking the seal for me."
"And yet, for it, to oppose me, you've permitted its spirit and consciousness to descend!"
"I am profoundly disappointed!"
Boom! Boom!
The World of Darkness was alive with endless dark energy and Soul Power, all converging on the blood-colored curtain. The edges of the curtain, where one could visibly see the crimson lightning and the river of blood, were being torn asunder by the darkness and his Soul Power.
Even beneath the shroud of darkness, in the destroyed Abyss of Truth, ancient powers that had been dormant for eons were stirred into a frenzy by his rage.
He was consumed by a righteous fury.
He had finally felt the complex emotions he had long craved and was now intimately acquainted with their peculiar nature.
His rage wasn't sparked by the blood-colored pillars obstructing the Wellspring of Creation, nor by the thwarted transformation he had anticipated for years. No, his fury stemmed from the fact that his most powerful emissary, crafted with immeasurable wisdom and strength over countless ages, had willingly allowed another Primal Anima to take residence.
She had done so proactively, without erecting any barriers, letting another Primal Anima penetrate deep within her being.
This he could not tolerate!
The Dark Anima, inhabiting Tan Xiaotian, cast an eerie glance at its counterpart across the Wellspring of Creation.
They had been companions for innumerable years, developing strange affections and higher intelligence, always maintaining a dialogue. The Dark Anima had never before witnessed such fury in him, never seen him in this state.
The Dark Anima found his behavior quite peculiar.
Yu Yuan, upon the blood-red curtain, fixed his crimson gaze upon the Secular Bird Queen as she slowly faded from view in the darkness.
Chen Qinghuang's body and soul were losing their luster, her light dimming with every passing moment.
Once all natural light had vanished from Chen Qinghuang's being, she would merge with the darkness, becoming a part of it, eternally ensnared.
Without the power to regenerate, Chen Qinghuang would face the truest form of death, with no chance of rebirth from the nest.
"Release!"
Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit commanded sharply.
Whoosh!
Within Chen Qinghuang's chest, the bloodline chain engulfed by darkness suddenly burst into radiant light.
A vital energy superior to the Dark Anima stimulated the crystal channels in her heart and reignited her internal acupoints.
Her acupoints were swiftly infused with the power of Primal Blood, shining as brilliantly as blood-colored divine crystals.
The light emanating from within her would no longer be drowned by the darkness.
From the depths of Yu Yuan's real body, a pristine light beamed forth, descending upon Chen Qinghuang's crown, penetrating her consciousness, and manifesting as a luminous moon.
Suspended aloft, the moon purified her spirit and scattered thoughts with its sanctified force, illuminating her shadowed sea of consciousness.
She emerged step by step from a world shrouded in darkness and silence.
Before her was the resplendent moon.
And atop that moon, she saw the figure of Yu Yuan, standing tall and resolute.
"I knew it. I knew that in the darkness, you would seek me out, that you would surely find me."
"I trust you. I've always known that neither you nor I can be confined by the darkness."
"Either we remain forever ensnared by the shadows, or together we step into the light."
She whispered, following the moonlit path that guided her from the depths of her darkened consciousness.
As she emerged, her physical form and her Solar Spirit instantly reestablished their connection.
Gazing at the crescent moon, entranced, she watched as it subtly transformed, indeed coalescing into the true form of Yu Yuan.
The avatar of light that was Yu Yuan offered her a gentle smile.
In a moment of bewilderment, she realized she had fully recovered.
At that moment, Yu Yuan's attention finally shifted away from Chen Qinghuang.
"You are mistaken."
He addressed the Primal Soul of the Abyss, "It pleaded with me to lend it a fragment of its spiritual sense. This is not possession; it's entirely different from your entry into my Demonic Vessel."
"I retain control over my Solar Spirit Body. My soul and consciousness are intact, and I act through my own form."
"In my Solar Spirit Body, I am still the one in command."
The final words were spoken in unison by Yu Yuan's real body and his Solar Spirit Body.
Yu Yuan, poised before the crimson backdrop, gazed upward at the Primal Soul of the Abyss, feeling the ancient power rising from beneath. He declared, "The only thing I can accept is that whoever merges with my body serves to amplify my strength and aids me in unraveling the Cosmic Order."
"I remain myself."
Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit Body gestured to his chest and broke into a wide, hearty laugh.
