C2279 The Situation Was Confusing!
"Supreme of the Shadow's Keep!"
All the Voidweavers turned ashen when they heard Pei Yuling utter that taboo name.
These Voidweavers were created by the most ancient cosmic giant beasts, yet the Dark Phoenix of the Everlands took pleasure in hunting them.
The number of cosmic giant beasts that fell to her was second only to those slain by the Titan Spinosaurus.
She was the legend of the Everlands, the sovereign of alien beasts.
"Sir, may I assist you?"
Even Pei Yuling adopted a tone of reverence. As he emerged from the resplendent Sacred Lake, he quietly summoned the Mirror of the Infinite, all the while scrutinizing the unfolding scene before him.
Outside the Sacred Land, numerous void cracks could connect to the vast Astral Domains of the Origin Realm.
"Your presence honors us, sir. How may I be of service?"
As Pei Yuling bowed deeply, the Mirror of the Infinite had already synced with a passage leading straight to Eiwrone.
A flicker of delight crossed his brow.
His gaze involuntarily drifted to the crack that led to Eiwrone, thinking that no matter how formidable this individual might be, he would find safety once he reached the Ashlands.
The fate of the Voidweavers who saw him as their leader was of little concern to him.
His own survival was paramount.
"Uh..."
The glimmer of happiness on Pei Yuling's face vanished abruptly.
He watched as the void crack he had fixed his eyes on began to fill with a deep purple miasma, accompanied by a surge of demon energy.
The connection between the Mirror of the Infinite and the space rift was severed in an instant by the emergence of the purple haze.
Pei Yuling realized his avenue of escape had been obliterated!
"Advice? I have no advice for you. I simply desire the primal essence within you."
Zhiya's eyes gleamed with scorn.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The depths of the numerous void cracks brimmed with the overwhelming purple demon energy, and this enigmatic sanctuary, nestled within the spatial crevices by the Voidweavers, was now permeated with Zhiya's boundless presence.
For Pei Yuling and the Sylph elders, the prospect of escape through the void cracks was now an impossibility.
"Please, spare my life. I pledge my loyalty to you!"
Aware that disaster loomed, Pei Yuling immediately fell to his knees, his head bowing repeatedly in desperation.
"You do not qualify."
Zhiya dismissed him with a cold shake of her head.
With a roar that shook the heavens, a narrow void crack behind Zhiya erupted with a cacophony of sound. The berserk vital energy within the roar caused every Voidweaver, except for Pei Yuling, to burst apart, their broken limbs and blood intermingling as they were sucked into the gap.
Pei Yuling was overcome with terror. His body, specially forged from the refined lifeblood of the butterfly, was now a pulpy mess, both inside and out. If not for the primordial spirit he had fused with, struggling to keep him alive, he too would have perished within the void crack.
"There should be no one else under his command who understands the true nature of the void and has reached the tenth level," Zhiya murmured as she approached him.
Her presence was overwhelming, like a mountain collapsing or a sea overturning, causing Pei Yuling's bones to crack audibly as his flesh and blood blurred into indistinctness. Zhiya's pale, slender hand plunged into him like a spear into mud, extracting a clump of black and green Origins from his body.
With a whoosh, she enveloped the Origins with a deep red glow from her palm, then ignited it with a drop of Van Heqing's blood. The drop of blood, aided by the dark green Origins in her hand, instantly illuminated Van Heqing's mind. In a flash, the blood was gone.
Frowning, she whispered to herself, "The Primal Vitality was refined so quickly." It was then that she felt a chilling sensation, as if she were being watched.
She picked up the Mirror of the Infinite from within the remains of Pei Yuling, and after a moment's concentration, her gaze shifted towards the passageway leading to the Ashlands. "Has he already sensed it?" she wondered.
Holding the Origins, Zhiya hesitated briefly before soaring back towards the void crack from whence the beastly roar had come. Soon after, the peculiar realm that had long been home to the Voidweaver was engulfed by a flood of purple demon energy. Eventually, the demon energy dissipated through various void cracks, leaving nothing behind—not the Voidweaver's holy land, not Pei Yuling's body, not even the Sacred Lake.
...
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole lurking behind.
In the Primal Blood Continent, Yu Yuan quickly regained his composure after a brief moment of distraction.
Zhiya had spared Van Heqing's life, and through the blood he shed from his severe wounds, she glimpsed the anomalies within his sea of consciousness with the help of the Everlands' essence.
She observed the fusion of Van Heqing's primordial spirit and Lunar Spirit, and Yu Yuan, through his Soul Altar, watched her every move with crystal clarity.
Yu Yuan also witnessed her ruthless annihilation of Pei Yuling amidst the chaos of the Void's Maelstrom, obliterating his entire race and even demolishing their sacred grounds, not missing a single detail of the ordeal, including her whispered self-reflection.
"It's indeed a bit fast."
Yu Yuan maintained a steady demeanor as he continued conversing with Taixu, Tianqi, and the Abyssal Leviathan.
Simultaneously, he was adeptly multitasking, keeping an eye on Zhiya's subsequent actions while communicating in his own unique way with his other two bodies in the Wasteland.
...
In the Land of Terror, deep underground, the tributaries of the Lunar Meridian suddenly teemed with an abundance of Shadow Moon Essence.
The channels resumed their flow, reestablishing the cycle of rebirth for the inhabitants of the Everlands, with the Land of Terror as its nexus.
The souls of the fallen Gods, regardless of their location in the Origin Realm, were now instinctively drawn to the Everlands.
"Hehe, from now on, I'll be the guardian of this place."
Han Qi, the God of Ghosts, appeared above a pond in the Land of Terror, harvesting the burgeoning Shadow Moon Essence with a contented grin. "My path to supremacy will be forged right here in the Land of Terror!" he declared.
...
On the Genesis Continent, after a brief hiatus, the numerous Paths of Undead across the extraterrestrial realms quietly resumed their operation.
Only a select few from the Shadowkin, Dawnbringers, Starborn, and Stoneborn, those with higher bloodline levels, had the fortune to enter the Frostlands.
The vast majority of Otherkin remained scattered throughout the various Astral Domains of the Origin Realm, spared from the massacres of the Evil God and the Gods due to their lower bloodline levels.
Now, the souls of those Otherkin who had not made it to the Frostlands, regardless of their cause of death, were all being drawn to the Paths of Undead.
These paths transported the souls to the heart of the Genesis Continent, delivering them to a cave shrouded by the All Spirits Ban, directly to the core of the Genesis Continent.
It was peculiar that the various extraterrestrial races had stopped having newborns. The cycle of rebirth for the Otherkin appeared to have been severed. If this persisted, the Otherkin of the Origin Realm would face extinction.
Conversely, the Gods who had ventured from the Everlands to seek survival among the star rivers were experiencing a baby boom. Twins, triplets, and even quadruplets were becoming commonplace. Similarly, the Abyss, home to the Evil Gods, was teeming with new life.
Stellar Oblivion.
Once the tumultuous energy tides from the collision of the two worlds had settled, there was no longer any evidence of the realms' mighty beings. It seemed as though the most powerful from the Origin Realm and the Beast God from the Wasteland had intentionally forsaken this place, oblivious to the fact that the two worlds might now be connected.
Then, one day, a visitor finally arrived at Stellar Oblivion, the gateway to the Wasteland.
"Wasteland!"
Demon Lord Tan Xiaotian, seated on his Ebon Meditation Mat, drifted to the former stronghold of the Boulderdawn. Surveying the shattered meteorites and remnants of fierce battles, a smirk played on Tan Xiaotian's lips as he declared, "I have arrived!"
With a whoosh, a green-black specter emerged unexpectedly through the Path of Undead. Gliding in, he offered a slight nod, "Mr. Tan, it's been a while."
The figure was cloaked, concealing his devil soul, and his eye sockets blazed with an intelligent greenish-black dark fire.
"High Priest Reid," Tan Xiaotian said with a sneer, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're not here to intercept me on my way to the Wasteland, are you? Heh, within your entire Sky Fiend race, the only one I truly fear is Demon God Bertain. You, along with Saca and Sable, have never been a match for me."
"I am acting under orders," High Priest Reid responded gravely.
