C2187 The Two Regions Are Connected

At this moment, the Phoenix Shrine was nowhere to be seen in the purple depths of the sea, and neither Yuan Lianyao nor Yu Zhu were in sight.

Zhiya arrived alone, dragging the skeletal remains of two Beast Gods behind her.

She sat with rigid posture in a chair of simple design, her formidable presence commanding fear from all the Beast Gods, causing them to quake.

As the purple sea surged past the stars held by the Beast Gods, they above dared not even draw breath.

The fear the Beast Gods of the Desolate Realm held for Zhiya surpassed even that for Yu Yuan.

When the spacious chair came to a halt, Zhiya's exquisite features and her eyes, cold and narrow like icy blades, did not linger on the immense form of Yu Yuan's Yang God.

Her gaze was fixed on Yuen Bu and the Beast Temple at his feet.

"As the ruler of the Desolate Realm and the king of all Beast Gods, you've been wounded by her, and yet her deathly power remains unerased." Drawing closer, Zhiya detected a faint trace of death lingering deep within Yuen Bu's skeletal remains.

A mocking, icy smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Yuen Bu, surely you haven't failed to deal with her, have you?"

With a tear, the last of the blood-colored lightning in the void threatened to vanish completely into the Yang God Yu Yuan.

Yuen Bu, now composed, suppressed the fury within as he watched the Demon Phoenix Zhiya emerge unexpectedly. He then glanced at Yu Yuan, who was seizing the chance to collect the unclaimed Law of Life, indifferent to Chen Qinghuang's fate.

Yuen Bu had the impression that the Demon Phoenix Zhiya's visit was facilitating Yu Yuan's absorption of the blood-colored lightning.

"What's the matter? Can't produce her body?"

Zhiya's phoenix brows arched as she waited, but Yuen Bu remained silent. Her slender, alabaster hands tightened ever so slightly.

It seemed as though the very fabric of the cosmos and earth might fracture in her grasp.

With two resounding thuds, a pair of vibrant Beast Hearts burst asunder, their thick vital essences mingling instantaneously with orbs of Life Stoste.

She licked her luminous lips, her eyes brimming with a blend of insanity and cruelty. "Then you'll have no one to blame but yourself for my lack of courtesy."

She poised herself to devour.

Yuan Li furrowed his brow. "You think you can dissolve the Life Essence I've refined?"

Beneath his feet, the Beast Temple burst into layers of crimson halos. He conjured a blood-red sun, designed to draw in the Life Essence.

In Zhiya's hands, the two orbs of Life Essence became like wild horses, suddenly spurred on and desperate to charge toward the Beast Temple.

Within the temple, two blood pools were ready, awaiting the arrival of the Life Essence.

Creak!

A massive stone door slowly swung open before Zhiya.

Yu Yuan narrowed his eyes. Beside the hefty door, several blood-red storms swirled into existence, each harboring a "blood eye" that attempted to peer through the door.

Alas, the view remained obscured, and Yuan Li, with a mere gesture, snuffed out the eyes within the storm.

"If he can consume Life Essence in the Origin Realm, then naturally, so can I," Zhiya stated icily.

The "he" referred to by the Demon Phoenix was none other than Yu Yuan. Moreover, it wasn't Yu Yuan's Yang God that had dissolved the Life Essence, but his true form.

This was a fact unknown to many, and it was surprising that the Demon Phoenix was privy to it.

She deliberately avoided looking at Yu Yuan, ignoring him completely, yet she spoke of him. This caused Yuen Bu considerable concern, as he sensed that these two exceptional beings from the Vast Ocean might choose to ally with each other at any moment.

Should they unite, even at Creation Peak, Yuen Bu would find himself in a predicament.

The absence of the Demon Phoenix's Phoenix Shrine suggested she could leave at will, instantly teleporting to her sanctuary, making it nearly impossible to detain her.

She could traverse the Phoenix Shrines of both the Desolate Realm and the Origin Realm with ease. The blood powers the Demon Phoenix had mastered were complex and elusive. Yuen Bu, who had clashed with her several times, had only managed to gain an advantage.

To this day, he lacked the confidence to defeat the Demon Phoenix without incurring severe losses.

Hiss!

As Yuen Bu wavered, the final streak of blood-red lightning slipped into the body of Yang God Yu and vanished.

The Origin Blood bestowed upon Yuan Li had elevated him to the life sequence of the King of the Desolate Realm, a feat successfully orchestrated by Yu Yuan. Now, all that remained was for him to dedicate time to its understanding.

Having fulfilled his purpose in the Desolate Realm, it was time for him to depart. However, he couldn't leave without the Creation Pool.

Thus, he kept a watchful eye on the Beast Temple, monitoring both Yuan Li and the Demon Phoenix Zhiya, while periodically focusing on the submerged Creation Pool.

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Deep within the true Abyss, atop the Dragon Slash Platform drained of spiritual energy, Yu Yiyi, Barol, Brie, and Qi Yunhong gazed upwards together. The nine layers of the resplendent sealing barrier were distinctly visible to them. They could see Yu Yuan enduring a barrage of attacks at the closest point of the barrier and, in the deepest shadows, the Great Demon God Beilstein and Lin Daoke of the Sword Sect joining forces.

Massive chunks of the Creation Land plummeted from the heavens, resting atop the barrier, unable to descend into the abyss below.

While Yu Yiyi and the two other formidable beings from different races were oblivious to the cacophony of vegetation and thunder, Qi Yunhong was nearly at his breaking point.

"Enough!" he bellowed, alighting on a withered leaf of the divine tree. Clutching his head, he shouted in frustration, "You can't shatter the barrier, nor dare to confront Him directly. What good does this incessant noise do?"

The two supreme spirits fell silent.

After a pause, the piercing shriek of the divine tree echoed in both Qi Yunhong's mind and Yu Yuan's Soul Altar.

"Beings from the outside are attempting to penetrate the barrier with their power, seeking to grasp the profound Dao of the plants within!" the divine tree announced. "I cannot discern who it is, but it appears to have evolved from my own seeds!"

"It is the Hannya Divine Tree you speak of!" The divine tree's cry resonated within Yu Yuan's sea of consciousness.

Within the confines of the abyssal barrier, Yu Yuan stood with the cosmos whirling above his head, the deep blue sea within his mind roaring loudly. His limbs were ensnared by sturdy vines, and he was subjected to a gravity a thousandfold greater than normal.

His consciousness was foggy, and moving his body was a struggle. All he could discern were the cacophonous sounds of the Origin Spirits of vegetation and thunder.

The celestial bodies suspended above him—bright as vigilant eyes—seemed to peer into the secrets of the Dao Laws within his Soul Altar.

He was aware that the Origin Spirit Laws he had gathered and etched into the Soul Altar were being siphoned by the nine-layered barrier.

Time lost meaning.

Suddenly, the pressure on him eased, and the number of stars overhead began to dwindle significantly.

Through the multiple layers of barriers, as if peering across worlds, he saw the Great Demon God Beilstein and the Sword Sect Lord Lin Daoke, both ensnared as he was.

Golden mountains, a galaxy evolving from the sun and moon, vast lakes, and the earth itself—all manifested by Beilstein and Lin Daoke—impeded their progress.

The shrieks from the Creation Pool grew more distinct.

"If the Hannya Divine Tree and that towering mountain have ventured into the Desolate Realm, what does the sudden infiltration of its aura signify?"

Yu Yuan was taken aback, then realization dawned upon him. The Yang God, who had ventured into the Desolate Realm with the Creation Pool, must have reached the star-encircled mountain.

Within that mountain lay the Desolate Realm's Origin Blood, Mother Earth, the Spirit of Light, and the Hannya Divine Tree.

Could it be that these mighty Origin Spirits were also attempting to unravel the nine layers of seals?

With the pressure on him abruptly lessened, Yu Yuan felt a surge of vitality.

The enigmatic barrier was under assault, challenged by the combined might of the most formidable beings from the Origin Realm and the Desolate Realm. The Great Demon God Beilstein, the Sword Sect Lord Lin Daoke, along with the Desolate Realm's most powerful entities, were all contributing to alleviate the strain.

The legacy powers of the eight perished Origin Spirits from the true Abyss struggled to counter the incursion of the two worlds' mightiest forces.

If the one intent on concentrating their power to plunder the Origin Intent from his Soul Altar could not fully commit, they would fail to thwart Beilstein and Lin Daoke's advance.

Several powerful entities of the Desolate Realm, including Yuan Li and Sekou, had to divert their attention to address the situation.

"Yu Yuan, I've discovered something!" Jianmu's voice resonated from the true Abyss, reverberating within his sea of consciousness. "Any Origin Spirit that tries to comprehend the power sealed by the nine-layered barrier will unwittingly imprint their own intricate laws. The Hannya Divine Tree, born from me, and your Soul Altar, which corresponds to my platform, are manifesting within the barrier."

"The plant laws I've grasped have transformed into the barrier's wooden force, reinforcing its strength!"

"Moreover, the essence of thunder is on the verge of emerging within the barrier. You must be vigilant!"

"The thunder is your Soul Altar; that particular layer has been marked and imprinted!"

Jianmu vociferously warned Yu Yuan to be cautious. In his urgency, he seemed to overlook the lingering power of the Abyss Origin Soul within the nine-layered sealing barrier.

"Yu Yuan!" A crisp voice suddenly pierced the sea of consciousness of Yu Yuan's true form, associated with the Law of Light.

"Why are you still within the barrier of the Creation Pool? Wasn't your Yang God form engaged in conversation with Yuan Li atop the peak?"

The Light Origin Spirit was uncertain of its own location, but sensing Yu Yuan's "Soul Altar," it inquired, "I can't see you in the Creation Pool. I can't pinpoint your presence. I can only sense the platform that resonates with me. Is this your true self?"

Shocked, Yu Yuan urgently responded, "Please, tell me what's currently happening in the Desolate Realm?"

"You're unaware?"

"My soul's connection with the Yang God has severed. We exist in separate realms now!"

"You arrived with the Creation Pool, seeking a share of the Desolate Realm's origin blood, which granted Yuan Li the essence of life. It attempted to bestow its spirit upon you, but alas, it failed..."

The Light Origin Spirit relayed the events of the Desolate Realm to Yu Yuan.

Within the confines of the nine-layered sealing barrier, Yu Yuan fell silent.

After a moment, he spoke, "Find a way to inform the Yang God in the Desolate Realm that I am ensnared in the abyss beneath the endless darkness. I've been trapped there for quite some time, struggling to break free from the nine-layered sealing barrier. The barrier beneath the darkness is interconnected with the Creation Pool's presence!"

The Light Origin Spirit was left utterly dumbfounded upon hearing the news.

Awash with complex emotions, it was deeply shaken by the revelations Yu Yuan had shared, and it took some time to regain its composure.

Eventually, it spoke, "You possess a Soul Altar within your sea of consciousness, through which I can communicate directly with your true self in a way that eludes detection. However, in the Desolate Realm, especially near Creation Peak, I can't avoid other Origin Spirits when interacting with your Yang God."

"The moment I disclose this information, the source blood within the mountain will be alerted, and Mother Earth will perceive it as well."

The Spirit was clearly distressed.

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