C2375 The Struggle for the Leader of the Primal Anima
Every time a deity manifested, Heesters let out a piercing scream.
The countenance of the God of Time grew increasingly grim; he realized that all the gods, including himself, had been enslaved once again.
The mystique that Stephanie had selflessly shared with the supreme beings to refine the Primal Anima was, in fact, a staggering conspiracy!
Stephanie had never truly refined the Spirit of Fate, nor had she ever become the true master of her own body. Not even for a single day!
An entity as powerful as the Spirit of Fate had fully integrated with Stephanie's flesh and soul, subtly influencing her to perform actions that she herself couldn't fathom.
What a tragic predicament.
Heesters, having surmised the grim reality, felt not only sorrow but also a sense of despair and pessimism about the future.
The deities of the Otherworld, who considered themselves superior and sovereign, were actually ensnared within the schemes of the formidable Primal Anima.
The Primal Anima was never dead; it had merely adopted this method to ascend to godhood, biding its time for the moment of metamorphosis.
"Haha, ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" Heesters laughed hysterically, his tears mingling with a laughter more heart-wrenching than weeping.
Those around him, hearing his laugh that sounded like sobs, and seeing his soulless expression, could empathize with his emotional state and understood the reason for his breakdown.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
On that gleaming star, following Yuan Lianyao, Loong Jie, Ballo, Green Willow, and Canli, new gods of the Otherworld revealed themselves. They were contemporary deities like Galuba, Kuna, and Harris.
These new gods were either the elite of various Otherworld races or Primal Beasts evolved from spirit animals.
Invariably, they had been overtaken by the Primal Anima that had awakened within them, transforming into its puppets.
These Primal Animas, arriving continuously at the Domain of Origin or awakening somewhere within the Genesis Nebula, were marked by the Spirit of Fate once discovered.
The Spirit of Fate informed these Primal Animas about the unfolding events, congratulating them on their impending transformation.
Congratulations to them for ascending from Primal Anima to godhood!
"I've been toiling in the Genesis Nebula for a long time to find them," said the Spirit of Fate, now inhabiting Stephanie, with a smile. "After their awakening, their spiritual wisdom has significantly enhanced, and with the complexity of emotions, they are no longer what they once were."
The Spirit of Fate, inhabiting Stephanie's form, said with a smile, "That fellow from the Abyss is a formidable and tenacious adversary. His metamorphosis has elevated all the Primal Animas connected to him to a higher plane."
Whoosh!
Another figure burst forth from a cave on the gleaming star's surface, emerging languidly.
"Mother Earth!"
Taishi cried out, his eyes flashing with intensity.
Yu Yuan's face was somber as his gaze shifted from the boastful Spirit of Fate to Mother Earth, who had just materialized.
Mother Earth, who possessed a unique body and had recently entered the Domain of Origin, had parted ways with Yu Yuan. Her form was riddled with gaping wounds.
Like the Primal Beast, she appeared to have been impaled by the amethyst wand, her vital energy fading to a mere wisp.
Clinging to a shred of spiritual wisdom, she noticed Yu Yuan as she drifted from the star's cavity and attempted to speak.
"Those unwilling to convert shall meet their end."
The Spirit of Fate offered a serene smile, swiftly appearing beside the battered form of Mother Earth. The amethyst wand in her grasp thrust forward, impaling the gravely wounded Mother Earth through her skull and body in one fell swoop.
Mother Earth, clinging to her last breath, met her tragic end before Yu Yuan's eyes.
Threads of dark lightning, imbued with the essence of the earth, were drawn into the amethyst wand, vanishing within and becoming part of the Spirit of Fate's power.
"He is also a Primal Anima!"
Heesters declared, astounded.
"Indeed, he is a Primal Anima, just like me," the Spirit of Fate, now in control of Stephanie, confirmed with a gentle nod.
The amethyst wand in his hand remained embedded in Mother Earth's remains, absorbing her lingering spiritual wisdom along with the profound power and intricacies of the Way of Heaven.
The golden cape he wore began to reveal intricate patterns, rich with the secrets of the earth, slowly refining and emerging.
"Among Primal Animas, there is rivalry and strife as well,"
The Spirit of Fate said, eyes devoid of emotion, looking upon Mother Earth's skeletal remains. "She refused to yield to me. Since she pledged her loyalty to another, I had no choice but to reluctantly eliminate her."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Light Spirit and the Thunder Spirit, spectral forms of their own, emerged from separate cavities on the star's surface, hovering behind the Spirit of Fate.
These two mighty Primal Animas had also departed with Mother Earth, yet unlike her, their spirits had endured.
Clearly, they were unlike Mother Earth, having chosen to surrender.
The young girl's soul, with its pristine white wings, appeared to be brimming with unspoken words. Yet, witnessing the pitiful state of the little Primal Beast and the downfall of Mother Earth, she was forced to hold her silence.
"The one who belongs in the Abyss is wreaking havoc in the outer world; I will not tolerate such actions!"
The Spirit of Fate uttered a cold snort. The one meant to remain in the Abyss was, of course, the Primal Soul of the Abyss.
The Primal Soul of the Abyss had been causing chaos outside, having left the spring of the Origin Realm and ventured into numerous other worlds, seemingly intent on challenging the Spirit of Fate for dominion over the Primal Animas.
The Spirit of Fate, having possessed Stephanie, had shattered and assimilated three All Spirits Bans upon entering the Domain of Origin.
It seemed that this formidable Primal Anima from the Otherworld was intent on forming its own Primal Anima Alliance.
As Primal Animas themselves, those from the Abyss, Wasteland, and the Abyss had finally encountered a formidable adversary.
"Take possession of that young man."
With a wave of his amethyst wand, the Spirit of Fate directed the Thunder Spirit to act.
Upon command, the Thunder Spirit behind him transformed into a streak of lightning and hurtled towards the defiant Qi Yunhong.
"Yu Yuan, save me!"
Realizing he stood no chance against the Thunder Spirit, Qi Yunhong quickly sought refuge behind Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit.
"And you all, take action."
The Spirit of Fate continued issuing commands, pointing at Youyu, Zhong Chichen, Taishi, Heesters, Yu Yiyi, and the rest, saying, "If you can possess them, do so. If not, eliminate them. Once they are dead, I will extract the Cosmic Order imprinted within them, one by one."
At its behest, the Primal Animas who had possessed Ballo, Loong Jie, Green Willow, and Yuan Lianyao sprang into action.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Primal Animas commandeered their puppet vessels, soaring from the dazzling star directly toward Yu Yuan and his companions.
This included the deities of the Otherworld: the Illusory Spirit God, the Sorrow God, and the Heavenly Sound God, all of whom were under the control of their respective Primal Animas, converging on the Book of Time where Yu Yuan and the others awaited.
The Spirit of Fate and the small Primal Beast remained on the star, abstaining from the conflict.
"His real body is already en route," the Spirit of Fate announced, turning to address the Light Spirit, whose wings shimmered with white light. "I can still sense that the Peak of Creation, which conceals several of you, has heeded the call of the Spirit of Creation and is now venturing into the deepest reaches of the void."
"Ultimately, a leader is necessary. Whether it's you or another, it makes no difference to me." The Light Spirit, accustomed to neutrality, cast a glance at the remains of Mother Earth and declared, "He is far from weak; his essence simply lies elsewhere."
"I'm well aware that he hasn't perished entirely. I know his foundation is the Peak of Creation," the Spirit of Fate responded indifferently, fixing its gaze on the Light Spirit. "Moreover, I'm aware that your foundation is the Peak of Creation as well. In fact, your dominion over it surpasses his."
"Pity that you no longer have a suitable vessel to possess," He remarked, gesturing toward Canli. "By allowing the Moonborn Spirit to inhabit this body, I've ensured you lack an appropriate host, thus crippling your formidable battle prowess."
