C2118 I Am Still Me!

Between the "Creation Pool" and the vast expanse of the Creation Continent, a blood-colored curtain materialized from nowhere. This curtain, which isolated the "Creation Pool" from the land, was a tapestry of billions of blood-colored strands that wove together, transforming into rivers, lakes, mountains, and continents. Nations that had vanished in the flow of the Time River were as if sculpted by deities, with beings of flesh and blood from both the Origin Realm and the Desolate Realm reemerging in these once-lost lands.

Boom! Boom! Boom! One after another, massive blood-colored streamers, as thick as towering pillars, surged from above, striking the bottom of the "Creation Pool." Over nine hundred of these enigmatic blood-colored streamers propped up the "Creation Pool" like mighty mountains, keeping it from descending into the abyss.

Sizzle sizzle! An endless barrage of lightning burst forth from the suddenly manifested blood-colored curtain. Hills and mountains formed of thunder and ice, golden rivers suspended in the sky, and clusters of stars twinkling brightly all contributed to the increasingly vibrant and wondrous world within the curtain.

The dark void collapsed, giving rise to numerous colossal blood-colored vortexes that formed otherworldly Chaos Abysses, warping the powers of this realm and rewriting the laws of the Great Dao. Time, the heavens, the earth, and all creatures underwent exquisite and subtle transformations within the depths of the blood-colored curtain.

The formation history of the Origin Realm and the silent past of extinct beings were condensed by billions of years, replaying within the curtain for extraordinary entities to observe and experience. Innumerable laws of bloodline and the profound truths of life's creation and rebirth clashed at the fringe of the curtain with the foundational principles of the Darkness World.

Crack! Rumble! Boom! Boom! The Darkness World, usually silent, was filled with a cacophony of bizarre noises. Within the curtain, ancient and powerful kingdoms materialized, and it seemed as though a domineering emperor who had reigned for eons was awakening. A mighty race, supreme across the Time River, was being resurrected.

Generations of Golden Asura Kings, venerable patriarchs of the Star Race with celestial might, and colossal beasts that had perished battling Titans, including the extinct Sky High Elders, all made their presence known. Deities and Spacetime Giants appeared to be exerting their force toward the "Creation Pool" from the depths of the blood-colored curtain.

The Creation Pool, sinking and spinning like a top, cast out ripples of inky blackness.

These ripples held the essence of the Origin Soul and the Darkness Origin Spirit, secrets as profound as the abyss itself, standing in opposition to the power within the blood-colored curtain.

It was as though two worlds were colliding, a clash of wisdom from countless generations, a transcendent dialogue between the extraordinary powers of history.

His face was etched with gravity, astonished by the wonders emerging from the blood-colored curtain, compelled to confront his adversary.

Gradually.

Atop the blood-colored curtain, Yang God Yu appeared as if he had stepped through myriad worlds, gazing up at the Creation Pool.

He stood at the brink of the Creation Pool, his head bowed, locking eyes with Yu Yuan's Yang God.

He observed the endless laws of life and bloodlines etched upon the arms, neck, forehead, and cheeks of Yu Yuan's Yang God, intertwining with the blood-colored curtain beneath Yu Yuan's feet.

Yu Yuan manifested the mysteries of the Origin Blood, refined over eons, and the profound truths of the bloodline from the source of the Yang Meridian.

Where his Yang God resided, it seemed a world brimming with life would emerge, his scattered Life Seeds capable of reviving all creatures.

Wherever he went, he could unveil the ultimate mysteries of life and bloodlines with his power and influence.

The Origin Blood and Yu Yuan, the Eleventh Level Yang God, had become one.

This, too, was a form of perfection.

"You have disappointed me far too much!"

He slowly withdrew his gaze, his emotions roiling, his chest heaving.

Beneath his feet, the Creation Pool, despite the bolstering of his divine power and laws, failed to shatter the robust blood-colored streamers. He cast an unfriendly glance at Yu Yuan's true form beneath the darkened dome.

He shook his head, feeling an overwhelming sense of disappointment.

And a sense of loss.

"I shaped you, made you the foremost being of the Abyss, allowed your soul to achieve supremacy there."

"It was I!"

"Unsatisfied with my consciousness descending upon you, you resisted me as your power grew."

"You were so unique and exceptional, I indulged and tolerated your capriciousness and impetuosity. You consistently rejected my consciousness, even at the cost of your own life."

He paused, the handsome visage of Yu Yuan marred by anger and an unforgiving glare.

His voice rose with intensity!

"But now, you've actually allowed another Origin Spirit to descend into your body! For years, you've resisted me, steadfastly guarding your principles, never once releasing the seal for me."

"And yet, now, for it—to oppose me—you've permitted its spirit and consciousness to descend!"

"I am profoundly disappointed!"

Boom! Boom!

The Darkness World's infinite dark energy and soul power surged toward the blood-colored curtain.

At the edge of the curtain, crimson lightning and rivers of blood were visible, torn asunder by the darkness and his soul power.

Even beneath the veil of darkness, an ancient power, sealed for eons, stirred skyward in response to his rage.

His fury was palpable.

He had finally felt the complex emotions he had long craved and was now acutely aware of their peculiar nature.

His rage wasn't due to the blood-colored streamers blocking the Creation Pool, thwarting the transformation he had anticipated for years.

Rather, his anger stemmed from his most powerful emissary, crafted with immeasurable wisdom and strength over countless ages, now willingly hosting another Origin Spirit.

She had taken the initiative, without erecting any defenses, to let another Origin Spirit penetrate deep within her being.

This was unacceptable to him!

The Darkness Origin Spirit inhabiting Tan Xiaotian watched him from across the Creation Pool with an eerie light in its eyes.

They had been companions for innumerable years, developing strange emotions and heightened intelligence, always maintaining communication.

The Darkness Origin Spirit had never before witnessed such fury in him, never seen him in this state.

It found his transformation peculiar.

Yu Yuan, atop the blood-red curtain, fixed his blood-red gaze on the Secular Bird Queen, who was gradually fading into the darkness.

The light within Chen Qinghuang's flesh, soul, and eyes was slowly extinguishing.

Once all natural light within Chen Qinghuang's being was gone, she would merge with the darkness, becoming a part of it, eternally ensnared.

Without the power to regenerate, Chen Qinghuang would face true death, with no possibility of rebirth through the nest.

"Release!"

Yu Yuan's Yang God uttered in a soft command.

Whoosh!

Within Chen Qinghuang's chest, the Bloodline Crystal Chain that had been engulfed by darkness suddenly burst into brilliant light.

A blood energy superior to the Darkness Origin Spirit stirred the Crystal Channels within her heart, reigniting her internal acupoints.

Her acupoints were filled with the power of the origin blood, shining as brightly as blood-colored divine crystals.

The light emanating from within her would no longer be drowned out by the darkness.

From deep within Yu Yuan's original form, a beam of flawless, bright light emerged, descending upon Chen Qinghuang's crown, penetrating her sea of consciousness, and manifesting as a luminous moon.

This moon, pristine and sacred, hung aloft, its cleansing radiance purifying her shadowed sea of consciousness.

She emerged step by step from a world shrouded in darkness, silent and void.

Before her was the luminous moon.

And there, upon that moon, stood Yu Yuan, his figure resolute and unwavering.

"I knew it. I knew that in the darkness, you would seek me out, that you would surely find me."

"I've always believed in you, confident that neither you nor I could be confined by the darkness."

"Together, we would either remain forever in darkness or step into the light."

She whispered, following the moonlit path, emerging from the depths of her consciousness that had been veiled in darkness.

The instant she emerged, she reestablished the connection with her physical body and her Yang God.

She gazed at the crescent moon, entranced, as it subtly transformed, indeed coalescing into the true form of Yu Yuan.

The avatar of light offered her a gentle smile.

In a moment of bewilderment, she realized she had fully recovered.

It was then that Yu Yuan's gaze finally shifted away from Chen Qinghuang.

"You are mistaken."

He addressed the Origin Soul in the abyss, declaring, "It pleaded with me to merge a fragment of its consciousness with mine. This is not possession; it's entirely different from you entering my ghostly form."

"I remain in control of my Yang God body, my soul and consciousness intact, still acting through my own flesh."

"Within my Yang God form, it is still I who command."

These final words were spoken in unison by both Yu Yuan's true self and his Yang God.

Yu Yuan, standing atop the blood-colored streamer, gazed up at the Origin Soul in the Chaos Abyss, feeling the ancient power rising from beneath. He declared, "The only thing I can accept is that whoever merges with my body will merely amplify my strength and assist me in unraveling the Great Dao Laws."

"I remain myself."

The Yang God Yu Yuan gestured to his chest and burst into a wide, hearty laugh.

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