C2369 The Old Generation's Space God

"Let's also go have a look."

Upon hearing that the one summoning the God of Time, Heesters, was none other than Devitt's mentor, the former Space God Paxton, Zhong Chichen swiftly wielded the Book of Time once more.

Whoosh!

With divine power coursing through it, the Book of Time burst into a radiant spectrum of colors and soared into the enigmatic Genesis Nebula.

"Wait for me!"

Qi Yunhong, who had been battered and bruised but not deterred from leaving the Genesis Nebula, called out as he saw them departing once again, transforming into a bolt of lightning to catch up.

Back within the Book of Time, Qi Yunhong chuckled as if unscathed, "I just can't bear to part with you all."

"Off we go."

The Book of Time roared through the cosmic energy of the Star River.

...

A star, its material and shape strikingly similar to the Eiwrone of the Ashlands, hovered within the Genesis Nebula.

Waves of light emanated from the star, rippling outward in concentric circles, creating numerous overlapping mystical spaces.

Approaching this Star of Wonder seemed to require navigating through these complex layers of space, a task fraught with challenges.

Above the luminous star, there were no mountains or lakes, only a collection of palaces now in ruins and altars once used to worship deities.

Among the dilapidated remains sat a white-haired Sylph elder, gazing upward into the void.

He was Paxton, the previous Space God.

The gleaming star continued to emit spatial light, yet this Star of Wonder, so akin to the Eiwrone, lacked any portal to other realms.

Inside the star, however, was an abundant concentration of space magic, seemingly inexhaustible.

But Paxton, seated upon this magical star, found himself devoid of any space magic within.

As his old friend drew near, he desperately tried to rise, to lift himself from the ground.

Yet even this simple act proved impossible.

His bottom was affixed to the star as if magnetized, forbidding him from leaving or even standing.

He frantically waved to the God of Time, "Here! Heesters, I'm over here!"

His spiritual sense drifted in the void beyond the star, ensuring Heesters could keep him in sight.

"I can hear and see!" Heesters exclaimed, his face alight with excitement as he traversed the layers of illusory space to enter the Star of Wonder. Clutching the hourglass, Heesters finally came to a halt above the star. Gazing at his old friend, tears streamed down his face as he asked, "Why are you here?"

He was the God of Time, and Paxton, the Space God. In their youth, they were the closest of friends. Before Bertain had arrived in this world and gained renown, Paxton's combat prowess in the Otherworld was second only to his.

Heesters held the God of Destiny, Stephanie, in awe and adoration, but Paxton was more than that; he was a brother-in-arms, a best friend who had been with him through life's trials. Seeing his friend, who was believed to have perished, alive on a Star of Wonder within the Genesis Nebula, Heesters struggled to contain his overwhelming emotions.

"It was you who stumbled upon the Origin Realm all those years ago, leaving behind a spring that connected to our world," Heesters said, floating before Paxton. "I heard about your mishap while exploring the Origin Realm, the Abyss, and the Wasteland. I never found your body, and when you didn't reappear, I declared you dead."

"I was wrong!" Heesters's voice trembled with emotion. "You're clearly still alive!"

"I..." Paxton began, but as he spoke, most of his memories suddenly faded. Confused, he admitted, "I... I can't remember."

His words were choked off, the memories he was certain of vanishing the instant he laid eyes on Heesters.

With a whoosh, the Book of Time also arrived. Zhong Chichen, wielding his mastery of the True Meaning of the Void, tore through the layered illusions, bringing with him the survivors: Yu Yuan, Taishi, Youyu, Yu Yiyi, and a bleeding Qi Yunhong.

"What a magical Star of Wonder!" they exclaimed as the Book of Time settled gracefully upon it.

The battered Book of Time, upon touching the Star of Wonder, seemed to bathe in a pool of Spatial Spirit Liquid. Dazzling space magic, like a multicolored rainbow, infused the book, mending it completely. Even Devitt couldn't comprehend the many mysteries of space magic that followed those rainbow lights, merging into Zhong Chichen's soul and bloodline, filling the Seven-Colored Dragon with sheer joy.

Zhong Chichen marveled and called out to Yu Yuan, "This star bears a striking resemblance to the Eiwrone. The space magic within it is truly vast and endless."

Yu Yuan gave a slight nod. "I've noticed it too."

As he spoke, he observed the God of Time, Heesters, who was persistently questioning Paxton, the Sylph elder, with evident anxiety.

Paxton, lucid just moments before, had suddenly become a dazed old man upon everyone's arrival.

No matter how much Heesters pressed, Paxton seemed lost and unable to articulate a coherent response.

"Harris still hasn't returned. What kind of power, what kind of divine force, could cause him to so quickly forget the past?" Heesters mused to himself.

Harris was a member of his Bone Tribe, a junior relative.

Heesters was well-acquainted with Harris's divine powers and doubted that Harris possessed the ability to make Paxton instantly forget recent events.

"The Spirit of Creation here likely has such divine power," Taishi speculated.

At the mention of the Spirit of Creation, Heesters fell silent, then after a moment, he nodded slowly: "If it's Him, then indeed, it's possible."

As long as the Spirit of Creation exists, the Primal Anima would never truly perish. It's unknown how many Primal Animas, long since fallen, have been brought back by Its power.

Such a supreme deity, still presiding over the Domain of Origin, could naturally cause Paxton to forget his past.

"Paxton!"

Heesters called out sharply.

He pressed his finger to the forehead of his old friend, channeling his control over time to crystallize a River of Time originating from Paxton's own mind.

The golden sands in his other hand's hourglass of time sped away, and the River of Time within Paxton's mind began to reverse its flow.

As the ripples of time gently undulated, Paxton's features transformed, his white hair subtly shifting to gray.

Heesters was truly reversing Paxton's time!

He intended to use his power to trace back through Paxton's past, bringing hidden memories back to light.

Suddenly, the star beneath Paxton erupted in a ground-shaking tremor, radiating an immeasurable divine light of space, as if folding countless void worlds into existence in the blink of an eye.

Around the star, space folded like pleats, bristling with innumerable space rifts.

Wrinkles unfolded slowly, revealing numerous enigmatic voids that blurred the line between reality and illusion. They coalesced into a formidable force that even Heesters couldn't pinpoint.

Within his old friend's mind, Heesters had refined the River of Time, which meandered through a multitude of different dimensions.

The flow of the River of Time came to a standstill.

A moment later, Heesters spoke with a look of defeat, "I can't do it."

"The previous Space God perished while exploring the Origin Realm."

Yu Yuan strolled up to Paxton, emerging from the pages of the Book of Time that Zhong Chichen had been perusing.

Paxton's eyes, filled with confusion and bewilderment, suddenly mirrored the figure and visage of the old Space God, whose magical prowess greatly exceeded that of Devitt. Upon seeing him, his expression changed dramatically.

"Ah!"

Paxton clutched his head and shrieked as if he had glimpsed a horrifying nightmare, a demon that filled him with utmost dread.

As Paxton screamed, fine lines of light, like cracks of lightning, appeared on his forehead.

Heesters narrowed his eyes and realized that these delicate lines were actually void cracks!

These luminous space rifts, finer than a hair, formed on the forehead of the old Space God, as if intent on splitting his skull open for all to see.

"Origin Realm!"

"Wasteland!"

"Abyss!"

Paxton's screams grew more frantic as the fine fissures on his forehead multiplied.

Beneath him, the enigmatic star burst forth with what might be the strongest space magic wave in existence, accompanied by the sound of the world tearing apart.

Crack! Crack!

One by one, deep chasms were bored through by a void power that had been sealed for eons, indenting the star's surface.

The star, once merely akin to the Eiwrone, now bore no discernible difference due to the sudden emergence of numerous caverns.

"Haha, I'll take you all to witness the truth about the Origin Realm!"

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