C2324 Spirit of the Otherworld

Three deities from the Otherworld approached Bertain with reverence, whispering secrets to him in hushed tones.

Bertain's Devil Eyes fixed upon Harris of the Bone Tribe and the other two deities who were gradually emerging from the radiant divine light.

The big devil, intent on steering clear of conflict and desperate to avoid possession by the Primal Soul, had never imagined he was already entangled in this scheme.

There was no refuge for him; escape was impossible!

"Have I waged war in the Otherworld?"

The big devil scoured his memories but found not a trace of experience linked to the Otherworld.

Yet, he was acutely aware of his deep concern for the thirty-six fountains of the Ashlands and his intimate knowledge of them.

Following the fall of the mighty Titan Spinosaurus, he had covertly explored the Ashlands numerous times, traversing every star within its expanse.

Had it not been for his vested interest, he wouldn't have emerged so promptly when Arthurs attempted to unleash the Maw of Oblivion to consume the Ashlands.

Previously, he was the unrivaled sovereign of the Origin Realm, the realm's de facto ruler.

The Dark Phoenix, Lin Daoke, Tan Xiaotian, and the inhabitants of the Everlands, including the Nagas, were insignificant in his eyes.

To him, once humans ascended to supremacy, they were akin to members of the Star-Spawned Terror.

Originating from the Everlands, the souls of humans and his own shared many similarities.

Conversely, the Otherkin who pledged allegiance to him bore significant differences.

This was precisely why he permitted the existence of humans and the rise of the Everlands, even covertly supporting the human cultivation system.

The conflict between the Everlands and the extraterrestrial races birthed numerous formidable beings, such as the Blood King Sabonis, Cardo, the Dark Phoenix, Lin Daoke, Tan Xiaotian, among others.

Before the Primal Soul of the Abyss made its presence known, he held sway over all; he was the sovereign of the Origin Realm.

Being invincible, his quest for greater power led him to target the Wasteland and the Abyss.

The soul barrier of the Wasteland was insurmountable, and the Abyssal Gate remained beyond his reach.

In the Ashlands, thirty-six wells existed, and at certain moments, they would reveal unusual springs, naturally providing a way out.

To delve deeper, he would have to confront the one who created him.

The big devil, having failed to recover his memories, analyzed his situation deeply with the help of three gods from the Otherworld. His expression grew increasingly grim.

"Lord Bertain, your battles extend beyond the Otherworld."

The God of Oblivion, Harris, produced a Dragon Bone Staff, within which clusters of purple souls swam in its hollow core.

The staff, made of violet gold dragon bone, exuded a fierce aura that the big devil found familiar.

"A piece of the Titan Spinosaurus's skeleton!"

Bertain was visibly shaken.

From within the Dragon Bone Staff, the big devil sensed an aura that was unmistakably his own.

"You crafted this and brought it into our world," Harris affirmed, nodding slightly. "My lord, there is another you presiding over our world! Your hesitation to strike against the Primal Soul that created you stems from their inaction. You've been preparing, waiting for them to strike first so that you could retaliate and refine them in turn."

"You have shown loyalty to your world, allowing it to evolve quietly without refining your origin."

"But now, things have changed. Arthurs has revealed that the Primal Soul delving into the Everlands is not your creator, but comes from the Abyss!"

"With all your reservations now dispelled, you've resolved to act."

"That's why we have come."

Harris, the god from the Otherworld, declared.

"Another me?" Bertain was taken aback.

In Harris's emerald eyes, a natural awe shone through as he explained, "In our world, you are already a high-ranking and respected figure! We have come at your behest. By restoring this fragment of your memory, you'll understand what has transpired."

Harris extended the Dragon Bone Staff toward him.

Standing at the Onyx Altar, Bertain gazed at the staff before his chest, recognizing it as crafted from the remains of an ancient spinosaurus, with a soul that was his own trapped inside.

Within the soul, deep purple memory sparkles flickered, and as he squinted, he caught glimpses of scenes flashing before his eyes.

He knew that as long as he held the Dragon Bone Staff and allowed the spirit within to merge with his own essence, he would regain his memories.

"Could this be a trap? A snare laid by the gods of the Otherworld specifically for me?"

The big devil was still uncertain.

The powers of the Otherworld gods were mysterious. Harris had the ability to erase and alter memories, even fabricate new ones, so caution was paramount.

Yet...

He was the one who had slain the Titan Spinosaurus. It would be nearly impossible for others to acquire the remains of the ancient beast, and the spirit sealed within the staff was unmistakably his own fragmented devil soul.

"I've found you."

With Jihui's supreme wisdom, he guided the Path of Undead in a grand assault towards the Creitecesh.

"At last, you've arrived."

Within the radiant spectrum of divine light, the Space God Devitt beamed with a smile.

Whoosh!

A vibrant butterfly emerged from the light, its wings a kaleidoscope of color, bearing a striking resemblance to the Voidweaver of the Origin Realm.

Though not as colossal as the Voidweaver, and its body several times smaller, the presence it radiated and the power concealed within its wings were identical.

It lay suspended in the void, its brilliant wings unfurled, with a man and a woman seated on each side.

They were a striking pair, the man noble in bearing, the woman of exceptional beauty. Their snow-white skin was translucent, revealing bones like white jade and pulsing with vivid blood.

This man and woman from the Otherworld were likely of the same kin.

"Lord Bertain, my name is Devitt, and this is Kurkova. We are siblings of the Sylph," the man with the commanding presence introduced himself.

"Sylph?"

The big devil was taken aback once more. The appearance and aura of the man and woman were remarkably similar to the Voidweaver tribe of the Origin Realm.

Moreover, they referred to themselves as the Sylph, omitting the prefix 'void.'

Their mount, the colorful butterfly, also bore a strong resemblance to the Origin Realm's Voidweaver. What was the meaning of this?

"All things share commonalities, and many of the highest Ways of Heaven converge in the end."

Perceiving his confusion, Devitt smiled warmly and explained, "This is our spirit pet. In the Everlands, there are Fellbeasts, and in the Wasteland, there are Alien Beasts. In our world, such creatures are known as spirit animals. Tamed spirit animals become our spirit pets, and the Sylph particularly cherish these as our favored companions."

Devitt blinked and offered another smile. "Perhaps a spirit animal from our Sylph tribe once crossed through the spring's passage into the Origin Realm and was slain. The emergence of Primal Blood in your world gave rise to the Voidweaver. Within the deepest part of the Voidweaver's bloodline lies the profound memories of our Sylphs."

"The group of Voidweavers it spawned bears a resemblance to us, though their powers are significantly weaker."

The Space God elaborated with great detail.

The Death God, Kurkova, appeared somewhat restrained and was sparing with her words.

Dressed in an ancient palace gown, she exuded an air of extraordinary nobility. After Devitt finished speaking, she gracefully curtsied to Bertain.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Paths of Undead, heavy with Soul Power, continued to stretch toward the Creitecesh.

In the presence of the big devil, the three deities from the Otherworld shared amusing anecdotes from their realm and provided clarifications, patiently waiting for him to merge with the devil soul that rightfully belonged to him.

"Teacher."

Millions of miles away.

Yu Yuan, having just emerged from the chaotic currents of the Void's Maelstrom in the Stellar Phoenix, sensed something. Through the ninth tier of the Soul Altar, he glimpsed the Demon God, Bertain.

He also observed the three gods from the Otherworld, who now made no attempt to hide their reverence as they bowed deeply to Bertain.

Yu Yuan was profoundly shaken, suddenly unsure of which faction Bertain truly belonged to.

"Creitecesh..."

After a brief contemplation, he resolved to make his way to the Creitecesh.

Then he noticed the Primal Soul and hesitated for a moment, his urgency fading.

"Bertain."

Having possessed the wise Jihui, he revealed himself on a murky Path of Undead. More Paths of Undead became visible around him.

His deep gaze locked onto Bertain as he spoke icily, "As a former ruler of the Origin Realm, you've been conspiring with the extraterrestrial gods all along."

Bertain, standing upon the Onyx Altar and looking at the Dragon Bone Staff, felt a wave of bitterness as the other finally arrived.

He had come, and with him, the Paths of Undead were fully revealed. The big devil was immediately engulfed by an abyssal pressure, aware that if the other attempted a forceful possession, he might not be able to endure it.

When he finally broke free from the Evil God's grasp and stepped out of the Evil Temple, it hadn't been long since he had consumed the Everlands Primal Soul. Now, having absorbed the Primal Vitality as well, the Soul Cleansing Brilliance no longer affected him. Facing him once more, with the threat of possession looming again, Bertain truly doubted his ability to resist.

"Lord Bertain," the Space God Devitt said with a wide, unrestrained smile, "I understand your concerns. Don't worry. Once you reclaim your own devil souls and memories, you'll have nothing to fear from him. Haven't you been preparing all this time to confront such a source of souls?"

The God of Oblivion, Harris, and the Death God, Kurkova, watched him with anticipation and encouragement. Harris's arrival had drawn the Primal Soul and the Path of Undead to this place. It seemed as though the actions of the three Otherworld deities were all leading up to this moment—to help him shed his doubts under the weight of the Primal Soul and reclaim the memories that were rightfully his. Only by achieving this first step could he proceed to the next.

"I can no longer allow you to exist."

The Primal Soul, having possessed Jihui, shook its head as a stream of greenish-black Soul Power burst forth from its brow, intent on forcibly seizing Bertain.

"It has come to this," Bertain sighed reluctantly, clutching the Dragon Bone Staff with resolve. As his spiritual sense made contact, the devil soul within surged forth and integrated with him like a multitude of birds flocking to a phoenix.

At that moment, Yu Yuan lost all connection to Bertain's presence through the Soul Altar and the ninth tier of the Soulstone Pedestal. In the instant Bertain recovered his own memories and the devil soul became one with him, it was as if he had transcended the Origin Realm, the Wasteland, and the Abyss.

With a soft sound, the spiritual sense of the Primal Soul met an impenetrable barrier of violet Soul Power just as it was about to strike Bertain's forehead, unable to penetrate through.

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