C2387 The Land of Origin
A vibrant piece of Hallowed Ground emerged before the onlookers, dotted with many fleeting, colorful clouds.
"Mother Earth!"
Chen Qinghuang let out a cold huff, immediately recognizing that this Seven-Colored Divine Soil was indeed the foundation of Mother Earth.
A subtle, mystical aura enveloped the Hallowed Ground, revealing the deep secrets of the earth and radiating a dense plant essence.
Above the Hallowed Ground, the spirited body of Mother Earth slowly materialized, gazing blankly in one direction.
Crackle and hiss!
The Tree of Life, entwined with streaks of lightning, disintegrated into nothingness, its branches and leaves scattering and vanishing in the electric storm.
Before long, a diminutive divine tree, glowing with a verdant hue, emerged.
This jade-like divine tree, with its clearly visible patterns, exuded a profound sense of plant essence.
This was the primordial form of the Tree of Life.
At the center of its trunk, a massive thunder ball crackled incessantly, with countless tiny bolts of lightning spraying outwards, only to be abruptly drawn back in.
This was the root of the Thunder Spirit.
Beneath the divine tree lay the Seven-Colored Divine Soil, with the miniature Jade Divine Tree hovering above, not yet rooted within.
Above the divine tree shone a star, radiating the most dazzling light, the abode of the Light Spirit.
Crack!
The massive, crystalline Heart of the Everlands on Yu Yuan's back inexplicably shattered.
Oddly, the shards of the Heart of the Everlands didn't vanish instantly but instead merged into Yu Yuan's colorful form.
Boom!
The pond, brought forth from the Everlands by Yu Yuan and once brimming with dark primal essence, also suddenly fractured.
In an instant, the pond dissipated into thick black smoke, turning to ash before everyone's eyes, leaving no trace behind.
Subsequently, the Dragon Bone Staff in Bertain's grasp, his cape known as "Destruction," Ji Ningshuang's Stardust Blade, the Ebon Meditation Mat beneath Tan Xiaotian, and the artifacts within the God of Oblivion and the Death God all inexplicably shattered, then vanished in a blink.
Aside from their corporeal forms and items tied to the Primal Anima, all other treasures turned to dust and nothingness.
The bearers of precious treasures were struck by a profound terror, instinctively scanning their surroundings.
Master Lin Daoke of the Sword Sect displayed an unusual gleam in his eyes. He quietly probed and was relieved to find his Solar Spirit Sword still with him, and his primordial spirit sword remained as well!
Moreover, the primordial spirit sword he had dubbed "sword spirit" appeared to have genuinely evolved into a Primal Anima!
His primordial spirit sword was resonating in his mind, striving to break free from his corporeal form and return to its rightful place!
"Look!"
Harris, the God of Oblivion, exclaimed, pointing ahead.
In the distance!
A pyramid of indeterminable height floated in the abyss, enveloped in a dazzling light.
Despite the vast distance, the onlookers and Primal Animas seemed to hear the enigmatic voice of the cosmic order. They perceived the cosmic order connected to them, eagerly seeking to penetrate their minds and fuse with their divine arts and magic arts.
The minds of the crowd were in turmoil, bombarded with visions, losing track of their identities.
Yu Yuan, however, remained unaffected. In his form as the Undead Sovereign, he scrutinized the distant pyramid.
He quickly discerned that the pyramid was not crafted from actual gold but merely shaped like one, with a sharp apex and a broad base.
It was constructed from innumerable crystals, each containing a complete cosmic order of a Primal Anima!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Light Spirit, plant spirit, Thunder Spirit, and Mother Earth, upon Harris's cry of "Look!", soared toward the pyramid.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Forgotten Spirit within Harris and the Death Spirit within Kurkova could no longer be contained. They burst forth from their hosts, transforming into beams of light that shot into the distance.
The roots of the six mighty Primal Animas—their spiritual sense, ultimate truth, and energy—hurried toward the pyramid as if on a sacred pilgrimage.
"That is the origin."
After observing the pyramid for a moment, Yu Yuan, in his guise as the Undead Sovereign, confidently affirmed his conclusion.
Suddenly, he felt an eerie sense of familiarity, as if this was not his first visit to this place.
The enigmatic place of origin loomed before them, structured like a pyramid and dwarfing the fragmented Peak of Creation by many magnitudes.
From such a great distance, everyone gazing upon the place of origin felt their own insignificance.
Suddenly!
Yu Yuan's vibrant, five-colored form shimmered with divine light, soaring toward the mysterious place of origin just like the Primal Anima.
As the place of origin drew nearer, the awe it inspired in them intensified.
Before long, they watched as the Primal Anima, which had accompanied them on their journey, one by one passed through the dazzling light curtain encircling the pyramid and vanished within its depths.
The Primal Anima returned as swallows to their nest, as children to their home, instantly becoming one with the pyramid.
"Be careful! That light curtain enveloping the place of origin, doesn't it resemble the All Spirits Ban?" exclaimed the Demon God Bertain, the first to voice his alarm. Stripped of his "Apocalypse" cape and the Dragon Bone Staff, all that remained was his amethyst-like demonform and the Chaos Orb nestled within.
The more he observed the light curtain, the more his heart raced with trepidation. "Within the All Spirits Ban, there exist only the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and the celestial bodies of the sun, moon, and stars, as well as ice and lightning. Yet, this resplendent light curtain bathing the place of origin encompasses the true essence of countless Primal Anima!" he declared.
At these words, a wave of shock passed through the crowd.
The old demon then regarded his own amethyst demonform, refined under Yu Yuan's guidance, and turned his gaze to the towering place of origin, constructed of innumerable crystal pieces. He couldn't shake the feeling that his meticulously crafted demonform could become one of the crystals in the pyramid's construction.
This realization sent a shiver of dread through him, as if he were marching towards his demise, destined to be another brick in the pyramid's edifice.
"Yu Yuan!" he cried out, unable to contain himself. Drawing a deep breath, he added, "Don't you see? This so-called place of origin, isn't it akin to your Soul Altar, magnified beyond measure?"
At that moment, Yu Yuan was jolted by a surge of disordered memories flooding in from every direction.
His real body, which was hastening toward them, and his colossal five-colored form were both assimilating these unexpected fragments of memory, swiftly integrating them.
"Soul Altar!" Tan Xiaotian, Lin Daoke, Chen Qinghuang, Ji Ningshuang, and the two deities from the Otherworld all turned their attention to Yu Yuan.
Their hearts confirmed it; as they exchanged glances, the expressions on each of their faces transformed.
Whoosh!
Beneath them, Yu Yuan's immense, vibrantly colored body continued its steadfast flight toward the Hallowed Ground.
The closer he got, the quicker Yu Yuan's memories integrated, allowing more recollections to surface.
Approaching the Land of Origin, everyone's mood mirrored their somber expressions. They couldn't shake the feeling that the so-called Land of Origin bore a striking resemblance to the Soul Altar that Yu Yuan himself had crafted.
Moreover, the dazzling light display encircling the Land of Origin reminded them of the All Spirits Ban, overseen by the Primal Soul.
They exchanged uneasy looks, none of them confident about what lay ahead.
Finally.
Yu Yuan's colossal, multicolored form reached the vicinity of the Land of Origin. His formidable stature, rivaling that of an entire Astral Domain in the Wasteland, was still dwarfed by the Land of Origin.
At that moment.
Yu Yuan's body, which had been prone, began to rise slowly to a stand.
"Come atop my shoulders," he called out gently. Those who had been standing on his back quickly positioned themselves on his left and right shoulders, just like the Undead Sovereign.
The Heart of the Everlands had crumbled, and the dark pool had burst, yet the Wellspring of Creation remained intact.
And now, the Wellspring of Creation, no larger than a modest inkstone, rested in the palm of his vibrant hand.
