C2306 The Invitation to Return Home

In the domain of the Sky Fiend, there existed an ice crystal shaped by the extreme cold and Primal Blood, which had quietly distanced itself from Zionidall.

Ji Ningshuang, who had ascended to supremacy through the power of ice, had already been moved by the command of the extreme cold from this ice crystal, a symbol of the chilling force and Primal Blood, to Zionidall. Her spiritual sense, tied to the extreme cold, naturally returned to her.

Their conversations were meant to be secret, and even Ji Ningshuang was not privy to them.

"What are they planning?" pondered the Great Demon God Youqian, perched above the Blood Altar. He sensed an anomaly in the path of the ice crystal. As Ji Ningshuang approached on her sword, he inquired, "The Origin Realm is vast, yet it offers no refuge for them. The immense thunderous power concealed within Zionidall is not their nemesis. So why do they shy away?"

Ji Ningshuang gently shook her head, "I don't know."

The newly elevated Titan Spinosaurus seemed to be in peril. When she observed the return of the blood essence, she surmised that the little spinosaurus might have been sacrificed.

This realization filled Ji Ningshuang with melancholy. It appeared that even for a Supreme Being, so-called eternal life was not secure.

She found herself envying the Supreme Being of Shadow's Keep, who would do anything to fulfill his ambitions, regardless of morality, the potential extinction of life, or the destruction of the world.

The Dark Phoenix's proposal to shatter the ice crystal by harnessing the purple sea and its monstrous inhabitants surged uncontrollably into her thoughts.

She contemplated refining away the creator to seek a higher plane of existence and accomplishment, to free herself from the constraints of the Primal Anima.

"No! I must not!" she thought.

She shook her head vigorously, as if to slash through the sinister temptations with her sword, banishing the seductive words of the Dark Phoenix from her mind.

She diverted her attention away from the ice crystal that embodied the extreme cold, ceasing her wild speculations.

...

"I, the one from the Wasteland, it seems we are numerous."

The Primal Blood, now far from Zionidall, continued its dialogue with the extreme cold within the ice crystal. "We have been scattered across various worlds, taking root and sprouting in different realms. Some of us have not yet matured before facing annihilation, either strangled by other Primal Animas or wiped out by the intelligent life created by the Primal Animas."

"Some have grown slowly, evolving to become like me, akin to the Creator in the Wasteland."

"Worlds that have developed in my likeness seem to have met destruction, much like the true Abyss."

He strained to sense the presence of the vibrant scarlet heart within the tenth level of the Blood Altar.

"It turns out we are truly pitiable, merely seeds scattered across various worlds."

...

In the Stellar Phoenix domain.

The two Yu Yuans above the Wellspring of Creation wore grave expressions. The messages exchanged between the Primal Blood and the biting cold struck like a thunderbolt, leaving them bewildered.

The Origin Realm, the Wasteland—were both Primal Bloods extracted from the being in the Abyss?

As he grasped the entirety of the Secrets of Life left in the world, a scarlet heart symbolizing that being materialized on the tenth floor of the Blood Altar.

What could this signify? Had he somehow refined and assimilated that being?

After losing the battle with the Primal Soul, that being's spiritual sense perished, leaving only flesh sealed by the All Spirits Ban—a seal lasting eons!

Could it be that by unraveling the full Secrets of Life and mastering the essence of the Primal Blood from both realms, he had inadvertently resurrected that being?

Yu Yuan's face was a mask of shock and uncertainty.

"You look troubled. Is something wrong?"

Taishi had been observing his changing expressions. Noting his eyes filled with confusion and astonishment, he remarked, "Has he made his move? Causing chaos in the Wasteland may not yield him any advantage!"

"I am prepared to give my all in battle!"

Qi Yunhong shook his head, his hands tracing arcs of lightning. He addressed the unseen Thunder Spirit within the Tree of Life, "Let me be clear—if you intend to take over my body, you must inform me beforehand!"

With a crackle, lightning flared within the Tree of Life. The Thunder Spirit consented, promising to give prior notice.

"This time, we shall be allies fighting shoulder to shoulder, no longer adversaries."

Mother Earth's voice remained tender and mellow, yet she was the most belligerent of the Primal Animas.

"I don't need to possess or inhabit you to demonstrate my power," He said with a glance at Taishi.

Taishi chuckled awkwardly, replying, "That would be ideal!"

Since ascending to supreme status, Taishi had harbored concerns that the Primal Anima, the entity wielding the supreme cosmic order, might one day possess him and use his body as a vessel for combat.

"Ah!" Yu Yuan exclaimed softly, as his real body stumbled upon an intriguing discovery.

Within the ninth tier of his Soul Altar, corresponding to the Primal Soul's Soulstone Pedestal, a complex and wondrous Cosmic Order swiftly took shape. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the rule of destruction, governed by Galuba!

Shortly thereafter, he sensed the presence of the Great Demon God, Bertain. In the mysterious void where the God of Destruction Galuba and the Snail Goddess Kuna resided, Bertain held a murky soul in his grasp, his face beaming with a sly grin as he murmured to himself.

"The power of destruction! Ha, I can even grasp the rules of gods from other realms!"

The big devil fragmented into numerous smaller devil souls, like a cluster of purple stars drifting within Galuba's soul, searching for memories. The radiant amethyst devil souls would engulf any hint of destructive power they encountered, etching its secrets deep within their soul marks, regardless of current comprehension.

With each rule of destruction assimilated into his devil soul, a corresponding trace would be left on Yu Yuan's Soulstone Pedestal.

Yu Yuan's Soulstone Pedestal's anomalies were the result of the big devil extracting the essence of destruction from Galuba's soul, transforming it into a divine power he could wield. Moreover, he was indeed capable of understanding the intricate nuances of destruction.

"Curse it! There's some external force erasing all traces related to the thirty-six worlds!" the big devil cried out in alarm.

Simultaneously, the Dragon Slaying Stage, which sealed the Fountain of Destruction, detected an enigmatic force. This force, lacking any distinct elemental aura, was rapidly obliterating Galuba's memories, and even the residual soul of the Snail Goddess Kuna wasn't spared from having its memories of the thirty-six worlds erased.

The Dragon Slaying Stage burst into a display of iridescent light, activating its teleportation abilities and transforming into a super teleportation circle capable of transporting three Yu Yuans.

With a whoosh, Yu Yuan, having attained the level of Undead Sovereign, suddenly appeared on the Dragon Slaying Stage. He wielded his newfound power over the stage, seeking the elusive force that had dissolved the memories of Galuba and Kuna. Alas, his search was in vain.

In Bertain's grip, the soul of Galuba, the God of Destruction, had been stripped of all memories pertaining to those thirty-six worlds, the erasure done with deliberate force. Likewise, deep within the residual soul of Kuna, the Snail Goddess, all related memories had vanished. Yet, the profound secrets of destruction they had governed, along with the potent power of the Origin of Poison, remained intact.

"It's odd, I suddenly can't seem to remember something," mused the eleventh-level golden dragon, tapping its head in bewilderment, as if it had misplaced a memory of little consequence.

Yuan Lianyao, Ballo, and Green Willow, the trio of ascended Sovereigns, shared a moment of realization as Loong Jie spoke. They sensed that fragments of their memories had been stealthily extracted.

"It must be the work of a deity from the Otherworld," Yu Yuan surmised, his brow furrowed as he gazed upon the still Fountain of Destruction. "This deity's power has reached through the Fountain, eradicating every memory linked to their world from the residual souls of Galuba and Kuna."

"That individual doesn't want us delving into the secrets of their realm or understanding its structure," Yu Yuan continued, his voice chilling. "Clearly, they harbor ill will towards our world. They're likely one of the instigators urging the gods of the Otherworld to infiltrate our domain through the energy vortexes of the Ashlands!"

Suddenly, a cataclysmic rumble erupted from within the Fountain of Destruction. A remarkable force burst forth, shattering the passageway at its core.

The deity from the other side was determined to prevent them from accessing Deichakeon through the Fountain of Destruction. Their worlds were interconnected; once in Deichakeon, Yu Yuan and his companions could traverse to Xaplica, the Underworld, and beyond.

The death of Galuba and Kuna's failure to return had deeply unsettled the gods from the other side. They would surely take great care to reassess the hierarchy of supreme powers within the Wasteland and Origin Realm. When they next emerged, they would be nothing short of formidable.

"I believe so," the big devil interjected, clearing his throat to capture everyone's attention. Once all eyes were on him, he spoke at a measured pace, "Given the downfall of these two deities, it's highly likely that the other Gods of the Otherworld will band together."

Chen Qinghuang retracted her three-headed and six-armed Divine Visage, her brow furrowed. "Kurkova herself admitted that her combat abilities are not top-tier on the other side."

"Is that really the case?" the big devil questioned softly.

Chen Qinghuang gave a slight nod in confirmation.

"We shouldn't underestimate the strength they possess there," the big devil mused, taking a deep breath. "This Death God, who can manage his former two bodies with such ease, must be exceptional, especially considering his strategic advantage."

"If a Death God of such caliber isn't even at the top of the ranks over there, then there are surely even mightier beings."

"We must proceed with caution."

As he spoke, he devoured Galuba's soul in one gulp.

"You..." Yu Yuan watched him intently, fully engaged in grasping the essence of Galuba's rule of destruction. "As you delve into the true essence of destruction, my Soul Altar receives a corresponding soul mark imprint."

Caught off guard, the big devil paused before chuckling dismissively, "No harm done. At least it hasn't benefited anyone else."

Yu Yuan let out a sigh, "But it has."

At that, the big devil's brow furrowed, and he quickly grasped the implication. "So, by understanding Galuba's power of destruction, could he gain knowledge just as you have?"

"Yes, especially since the Primal Soul that created you was..." Yu Yuan started to say that it had been assimilated and consumed by him, but he abruptly stopped, his mind racing with a new thought.

He had always believed that the Abyss's Primal Soul had engulfed and refined the Primal Soul of the Everlands. Yet, upon learning that both the Primal Blood of the Wasteland and that of the Abyss originated from the same source, he was no longer certain.

He pondered whether the Everlands' Primal Soul could also have originated from the Abyss's Primal Soul. If so, then the process involving the Everlands' Primal Soul shouldn't be described as devouring or refining, but rather as a return to its origin.

As the Solar Meridian flows back to the Primal Blood, and the Root of the Lunar Meridian to the Primal Vitality, so too does the Primal Soul of the Everlands return to its origin.

"Should I keep going?"

Within Bertain's luminous mind, the residual soul of Galuba was being disintegrated by amethyst starshards. As he experienced the intricacies of the power of destruction, it became an everlasting soul mark within his devil soul. The old devil had no desire to stop.

"Just keep at it. I've got it under control," Yu Yuan said nonchalantly.

...

"What's your decision?"

From the depths of boundless darkness, he spoke again from within the eerie green-black pupils, "The fracturing of one Fountain of Destruction will not hinder our passage. After all, in the Ashlands under my dominion, numerous Fountains of Destruction lie open."

"I am ready to unlock the Ashlands and join you on a journey through the Otherworld, to lay waste to the gods."

"What say you?"

Clearly, he too had sensed the anomaly occurring near the Dragon Slaying Stage.

"Are you extending an invitation for me to revisit the Ashlands?" Yu Yuan asked, taken aback.

"Yes."

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