C2388 And Zhang Jie Created the Spiritweaver
The Heart of the Everlands had shattered, leaving the pond to dissolve into nothingness. Yet, the Wellspring of Creation remained perfectly preserved.
In the grasp of Yu Yuan's colossal, multicolored form, it began to warm, as if drawing mysterious sustenance and strength from the resplendent seal encircling the origin.
Yu Yuan couldn't help but notice its peculiar behavior.
"Wellspring of Creation, Genesis Nebula," he whispered to himself, his gaze, reminiscent of the Crimson Star, resting on the Wellspring of Creation in his hand.
He remembered a time when an All Spirits Ban within the Wellspring had concealed his vast corporeal form. Now, this fearsome body, responsible for the annihilation of two-thirds of the Wasteland's intelligent life, was the one cradling the enigmatic Wellspring of Creation.
Previously, his body was within, the Wellspring without. Now, their roles were reversed.
"Seal, All Spirits, All Spirits Ban!" Memories, chaotic and numerous, sparked within his mind and heart, swiftly aligning and merging, igniting new recollections within him.
He soon realized that the dazzling seal enveloping the Origin Grounds was the genuine All Spirits Ban.
"It shares a striking resemblance with the All Spirits Ban crafted by the Primal Soul," Tan Xiaotian remarked in wonder, his eyes shifting between the towering Origin Grounds and Yu Yuan's Undead Sovereign form. "The similarities between the Origin Grounds and Yu Yuan's Soul Altar are uncanny!"
The assembled mightiest couldn't help but question the connection between Yu Yuan and the Primal Soul, as well as any past ties with the Land of Origin.
Could Yu Yuan and the Primal Soul be allies?
"This is the real All Spirits Ban," Yu Yuan realized, standing tall yet still dwarfed by the Land of Origin. His memories confirmed that the true All Spirits Ban was the one enveloping the Land of Origin.
The All Spirits Ban claimed by the Primal Soul was, at best, a replica, possessing only a fraction of the true ban's capabilities.
"Yes, this must be the All Spirits Ban!" exclaimed the Great Demon God Bertain, perched on Yu Yuan's shoulder, his eyes ablaze as he beheld the Land of Origin. "The All Spirits Ban he refined contains merely a handful of the cosmic order's intricate Dao Laws. Now, look at this one. This single-layered, magnificent seal encompasses the essence of countless Primal Animas!"
"I'm afraid this seal will be difficult to break!" Tan Xiaotian declared with a heavy voice.
The God of Oblivion, Harris, and the Death God, Kurkova, along with the Secular Bird Queen, all wore increasingly grave expressions. As they gazed at the dazzling seal, they compared it to the All Spirits Ban, refined by the essence of the Primal Soul.
A seal that incorporates merely a dozen or so truths of the Primal Anima is already so formidable and terrifying. How wondrous must this one be?
Who in the world has the power to shatter such a seal? Who could escape after being shrouded by it?
The disheartened experts scrutinized the true All Spirits Ban before them, attempting to unravel its enigmatic nature.
They quickly realized that the resplendent seal encircling the Land of Origin contained numerous Dao Elephants and intricate rules. As the endless manifestations of Primal Anima emerged, they indeed pertained to a variety of mysteries from the myriad worlds.
The ultimate truths of the thirty-six worlds of the Otherworld, the Abyss, the Wasteland, the Origin Realm, and the Genesis Nebula were all encompassed within the All Spirits Ban before them.
Moreover, there was a force that wielded control over the All Spirits Ban!
The All Spirits Ban, refined by the Primal Soul, was limited to the exquisite elements of Primal Anima such as the Sun, Moon, Stars, Ice, and Thunder.
Thus, the various All Spirits Bans were divided into layers. Even though different cosmic orders could intermingle, they were not fully integrated.
But this All Spirits Ban was different!
The myriad cosmic orders of Primal Anima were concentrated into a single layer of what appeared to be a thin seal, rather than being stacked layer upon layer.
The Spirit of Creation, whose phantom had yet to be revealed, was the master of this realm and the sovereign of the All Spirits Ban!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Booom!
Suddenly, the Six Great Darkness Curtains, refined by the Demon Lord Tan Xiaotian, reappeared uncontrollably!
His face fell as he followed the perception of the Six Great Darkness Curtains, his gaze settling on the central area of the Land of Origin, where he spotted a large black crystal.
It was this dark crystal that had triggered his Six Great Darkness Curtains, causing them to spiral out of control.
From within the black crystal, he sensed the presence of six Dark Anima!
Each Dark Heaven Curtain he had refined, as per Yu Yuan's analysis and statements, originated from a bygone epoch.
Throughout those epochs, a succession of thriving dark civilizations emerged, each heralded by six formidable Dark Overlords akin to Tan Xiaotian. However, with the cataclysm brought forth by the Spirit of Creation, these once-flourishing civilizations of darkness collapsed, becoming ruins on the fringes of the Genesis Nebula. Dark Overlords, comparable to Tan Xiaotian, met their demise in the recesses of the dark realm.
As Tan Xiaotian engaged in the ritual of the six great Dark Heaven Curtains, he discovered fragments of dark magic amid the remnants of ancient edifices and the bones of the past. Yet, he failed to find the Dark Spirits and was unable to ascend to the status of God of the Otherworld by refining them.
Now, he could distinctly sense the presence of six Dark Spirits within a black crystal at the heart of the Land of Origin. It became clear that the Dark Spirits from the six bygone eras had long since fused with the Land of Origin. The image of the six Dark Spirits, forsaking the supreme beings they had fashioned across different ages and heeding the call of the Spirit of Creation, surfaced in Tan Xiaotian's thoughts. Elements such as earth, light, thunder, and vegetation, along with moths drawn to flame, surged through the All Spirits Ban and integrated with the Land of Origin.
"Yu Yuan!" Tan Xiaotian called out, his expression stern as he cautioned, "In the era that preceded ours, all six Dark Anima were drawn to the Land of Origin! If this is the case for the Dark Anima, it's likely the same for the other Animas!"
With a whoosh, the primordial spirit sword, which Lin Daoke had firmly restrained within his sea of consciousness, could no longer withstand the potent pull of the Land of Origin and burst forth from his brow.
This primordial spirit sword, christened as the sword spirit by Lin Daoke—symbolizing the essence of countless swords—suddenly traversed the true All Spirits Ban, soaring toward the Land of Origin. As Lin Daoke's primordial spirit sword breached the All Spirits Ban, a resplendent River of Swords materialized in the blink of an eye.
The radiant and splendid River of Swords appeared to solidify from the sword spirit's path. The divine power of the sword, combined with the All Spirits Ban, naturally shaped itself into a riverine form. The River of Swords, as if etched deeply by the sword spirit, was destined to exist eternally just beyond the Land of Origin's boundary.
Within the depths of the River of Swords, the quintessence of the sword manifested as delicate beams of sword light, encompassing the profound wisdom of all sword practitioners from the Everlands.
In the vast expanse of the Sword Sect, and beyond, individuals like Jun Chen pursued the path of swordsmanship. The profound insights into swordsmanship, sought after by swordsmen from various sects and forces, were now embodied within the River of Swords.
The primordial spirit sword that Lin Daoke had named the sword spirit had left behind a River of Swords within the All Spirits Ban. Yet, upon reaching the Wellspring of Creation, it underwent another transformation.
The primordial spirit sword coalesced into a new, elongated crystal and descended upon a platform beneath the Wellspring of Creation. A dark yellow crystal was suddenly absorbed into the interior of the Wellspring, and the crystal formed by Lin Daoke's primordial spirit sword took its place.
As the sword, in its crystalline form, settled into the Wellspring of Creation, becoming one of its bricks, it seemed to signify the presence of a sword spirit within the cosmos—the source of the sword!
Whoosh!
A divine light burst forth from the All Spirits Ban encircling the Wellspring of Creation, illuminating Lin Daoke. His corporeal form involuntarily left Yu Yuan's shoulder, hovering in the void, bathed in the divine radiance.
The blinding brilliance slowly solidified, enveloping Lin Daoke in an amber-like cocoon. Initially startled, Lin Daoke attempted to wield the Solar Spirit Sword to pierce through the solidifying amber energy.
However, in a moment, Lin Daoke regained his composure, his eyes sparkling with fascination. Within the amber cocoon, he sensed the enigmatic power. His bond with the source of the sword remained unbroken and grew increasingly strong.
Lin Daoke of the Sword Sect, having forged a new source of the sword, appeared to have garnered the Wellspring of Creation's benevolence and favor.
"Mr. Lin!"
Ji Ningshuang's face registered alarm as she quickly turned her gaze to Lin Daoke, then to Yu Yuan, now inhabiting the body of the Undead Sovereign.
"There's no need for concern; this is likely a boon," Yu Yuan reassured, his vibrant, multicolored form signaling to the onlookers that Lin Daoke, the Sword Sect's leader, would be unharmed.
He continued to assimilate his memories, adding, "Mr. Lin has birthed a new Primal Anima. He is indeed a man of great destiny. He has earned the privilege to endure through the end of times. His current spiritual sense is that of the sword spirit's consciousness."
As he spoke, Yu Yuan's colossal, kaleidoscopic form began to ascend gracefully.
He had a faint sense that at the very top of the pyramid-shaped Origin Realm, there was something familiar to him.
"The right to live?"
Tan Xiaotian paused, stroking his chiseled cheek, and mused, "He has earned the right to live, but what about us? Must I perish if I fail to create a new Primal Anima?"
"Primal Anima aren't naturally occurring; they are said to all originate from the Land of Origin." Harris looked on with an odd glint in his eye. He gazed at Lin Daoke, who remained still, and remarked, "Only an anomaly like him could produce a new Primal Anima! To me, his temperament is nearly indistinguishable from that of the Primal Anima!"
Lin Daoke, ever devoted to the pursuit of swordsmanship, had neither married nor had children. He lacked a partner and close friends.
His life was a testament to the sword. He steered clear of political intrigue, indifferent to the internal workings and obligations of his sect, single-mindedly refining his swordsmanship.
Harris even believed that the supposedly emotionless Primal Anima possessed more feeling than Lin Daoke!
As the crowd's gaze, heavy with skepticism, settled on Lin Daoke, the master of the Sword Sect, Yu Yuan continued his ascent. He was drawing ever nearer to the pinnacle of the Origin Realm.
"Soulstone Pedestal!"
Ascending further, the Demon God Bertain pointed to the apex of the pyramid, his voice tinged with astonishment, "I sense it—my corresponding Soulstone Pedestal is there! Yu Yuan, the structure and design of the Origin Realm bear an uncanny resemblance to your Soul Altar! Even the distribution of the Primal Anima's potency shares too many similarities!"
The ancient demon sensed a Soulstone Pedestal within the uppermost crystal of the Origin Realm, one that echoed his own essence.
