C2393 The First Shock!!
"You don't even want to stop him?"
The Great Demon God Bertain was momentarily stunned. As he gazed once more at the colossal form of Yu Yuan, his expression grew grave.
He began to harbor doubts about Yu Yuan, questioning whether the Yu Yuan he knew was the same after his awakening.
"Thank you."
The Primal Soul, inhabiting the body it had possessed, that of the Undead Sovereign, spoke and then parted ways with the mountainous Yu Yuan.
"What's happening here?"
Powerhouses like Tan Xiaotian watched in bewilderment as Yu Yuan, seemingly enveloped in a kaleidoscope of divine light, made no move to intervene.
Yu Yuan's abrupt return to consciousness struck them as alien.
Yu Yuan seemed indifferent toward them, conversing calmly instead with another Yu Yuan, whose presence atop the Blood Crystal was marked by a green-black pupil.
After such a prolonged conflict with the Primal Soul, weren't they sworn enemies?
Tan Xiaotian, Kurkova, and the others were puzzled, remaining on high alert for any unforeseen developments.
"I arrived early, concealing myself in your former body to seize control during your memory integration. I didn't anticipate your resistance," the Primal Soul expressed with a hint of regret.
Realizing it had failed to possess either version of Yu Yuan and had not acquired the coveted multicolored body, it chose not to linger.
It seemed to understand that the opportunity was lost the moment Yu Yuan awoke and began assimilating the memories of the eight great epochs.
The Primal Soul didn't linger for a fight. Having secured the body of the Undead Sovereign, it promptly departed.
At that moment, Yu Yuan, who had allowed the Undead Sovereign to leave, was urgently working to eradicate the psionic power that the Primal Soul had slipped into his mind and heart.
Imprints from the Primal Soul lingered in the mind and heart of his immense, vibrant form.
Within a vast crimson sea, countless dazzling orbs resembling blood crystals tumbled, obliterating the dark soul marks and extinguishing the spiritual sense originating from the Primal Soul.
In his chest, within the most wondrous heart in existence, billions of crimson bloodline chains were diligently purging the slender black streams.
His soul and his heart, nestled within his chest, were permeated by the invasive force of the Primal Soul.
As he worked to eradicate the soul marks, Yu Yuan realized that he was the Primal Blood that had once perished in the Abyss of Truth. With the dawn of the Ninth Era, both he and the Primal Soul had manifested in the Abyss of Truth simultaneously.
Previously, when he had descended into the massive expanse of five-colored flesh with the soul of the Undead Sovereign, he experienced a peculiar sensation that now made sense.
At that moment, he believed he had assimilated the colossal five-colored body, which granted him access to scattered memories.
Now, it was clear to him that he hadn't assimilated the five-colored flesh; he was merely returning to his origin.
Those fragmented and chaotic memories were inherently his, as was the body they resided in.
Together with the Primal Soul, he had forged the splendor of the Abyss and nurtured all its intelligent life, including the Chaos Titan known as "Creation." They had crafted it all in unison.
The Primal Blood of both the Origin Realm and the Wasteland were Life Seeds he had sown in preparation for the subsequent venture into these realms after overcoming the Primal Soul.
Unexpectedly, after ushering in the golden age of the Abyss with the Primal Soul, he suffered defeat in their struggle for dominance, leading to the fragmentation of his spiritual sense.
Like the Primal Soul, his transcendent existence meant that his spiritual sense could only scatter and be sealed, but it would never truly perish.
His dispersed spiritual sense was destined to reconvene at some juncture, and the Primal Soul would need to rouse him when the Spirit of Creation was poised to enact the apocalypse.
Regardless of their battles and the outcomes they wrought across countless worlds, both entities were inextricably linked, each possessing an undying spiritual essence.
Ultimately, they would both return to this place when the Spirit of Creation commenced its world-ending decree.
Yu Yuan, while purging the Primal Soul's contamination, reflected on his self across the eight epochs.
"The time has come," declared the Primal Soul, now inhabiting Yu Yuan's form as the Undead Sovereign, with a grave tone. "He is now exerting his full might."
The Primal Soul's gaze then shifted to the Demon God Bertain, Demon Lord Tan Xiaotian, the Secular Bird Queen Ji Ningshuang, and the Death God Kurkova, pronouncing, "Aside from me and him, any one of you could be the next target of the Spirit of Creation."
"Once He truly exerts His power, the concept of space and distance holds no meaning for Him across the heavens and the myriad worlds."
While speaking, the Primal Soul's gaze rested upon the Eiwrone, a crystal shining as brightly as a star cleaving the sky.
"Over generations, eight Spirits of Space have grown mighty and returned to Him before the world's end. To Him, space is non-existent; His consciousness and thoughts can permeate all worlds in the blink of an eye."
"All of you, along with the supreme beings of the heavens and the myriad worlds, every formidable creature of flesh and blood, may be favored by Him and chosen as His vessel."
"In essence, He too is a Primal Anima, requiring a corporeal body for manifestation."
Boom!
The Land of Origin, shrouded by the All Spirits Ban, shuddered with the utterance of the Primal Soul's words.
The tremor was subtle to those present, who only sensed that the summoning force of the Spirit of Creation had suddenly increased manifold.
Yet, the domains bordering the Domain of Origin, now devoid of their deities—Wasteland, Otherworld, and their kin—experienced a cataclysmic quake.
Mountains crumbled, the earth split, and a multitude of ancient, uniquely shaped structures toppled, burying countless beings.
Worlds from the Otherworld continued to converge upon the Domain of Origin. Those unaffected by the tremors, whose starry realms were fortified by a steadfast cosmic order, soared out of their domains, hurtling towards the Domain of Origin.
It appeared that these remaining stars were destined to integrate into the Genesis Nebula within the Domain of Origin, becoming part of its ancient relics.
In the previous eight epochs, civilizations that survived the tremors on the outskirts of the Genesis Nebula were the most thriving. Such advanced civilizations earned the right to be preserved within the Genesis Nebula, rather than reduced to dust.
This marked the first tremor of the Land of Origin.
"It has arrived."
Within the ring of light encircling the Genesis Nebula, the Primal Soul, composed of Origin Blood and the essence of frigid extremes, finally sensed the overwhelming force of the Spirit of Creation piercing through the void.
Time, space, light, and darkness—the four Primal Animas—were visibly shaken.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The four Primal Animas descended abruptly, settling into the cavities that the Primal Soul had meticulously prepared for them, including the small Primal Beast.
Whoosh!
The resplendent "All Spirits Ban" instantly enveloped the star, shaped like a honeycomb. The various All Spirits Bans that the Primal Soul had refined were at last merged into one.
Elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, along with the sun, moon, stars, lightning, ice, space, time, fate, light, and darkness.
Layer upon layer of delicate, beautiful halos encircled the honeycomb-like star, resembling a series of enigmatic spatial barriers.
It elucidated the formidable connections among them, compelling all the Primal Animas on the star to either willingly or by compulsion offer up the Cosmic Orders they governed for the Primal Soul to utilize.
As a result, a diminished replica of the "All Spirits Ban" materialized around the periphery of the honeycomb-like star.
This All Spirits Ban was under the dominion of the Primal Soul, which employed a tit-for-tat strategy, wielding the domain power of the Spirit of Creation to counter its own fearsome summons.
On the moderately sized, luminous star, all Primal Animas and the supreme beings, including the small Primal Beast, were situated within various cavities.
Each cavity's surface bore a seal, and encircling the star was an even more enigmatic "All Spirits Ban."
Only Yu Yuan, in the form of the Primal Soul, stood solitary on the star's surface, the only one bold enough to remain exposed at this moment.
"The Ninth Epoch, your cataclysm commences anew," he declared, his demeanor grave as he addressed the void.
Within the All Spirits Ban, the Primal Soul could see dazzling waves of light that, in a mere moment, engulfed the entire periphery of the Genesis Nebula!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From the many enigmatic locales within the Genesis Nebula, over a dozen streams of energy, each carrying a distinct attribute, surged forth, racing towards the boundless emptiness.
Upon entering the void, these energies transformed into more than a dozen Primal Animas, each wielding a different domain of the rule.
They were devoid of complex emotions, unrefined by the deities of the Otherworld, and had not awakened to the full spectrum of feelings through the embodiment of the gods.
In the blink of an eye, those elusive Primal Animas, hidden in the outer reaches of the Genesis Nebula and undetected even by the Primal Soul and the Spirit of Fate, traversed the void and reached the Land of Origin!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Yu Yuan, with his massive, multicolored form, seized the Primal Soul of the Undead Sovereign. Bertain and the others watched as over a dozen streaks of light pierced through the All Spirits Ban, merging into their designated crystals.
"These are the ones that slipped through the net on the outskirts of the Genesis Nebula. The expanse is so vast, filled with many mysteries, and these emotionless Primal Animas, some in a state of dormant hibernation, elude my perception," the Primal Soul explained, unfazed by the situation. "This turnout is actually better than previous ones."
Whoosh!
A dazzling wave of light, visible only to Yu Yuan and the Primal Soul, burst forth from the Land of Origin. In a mere moment, it swept across the Genesis Nebula, swiftly enveloping the entire Domain of Origin before seeping out into the extraterrestrial realms.
Within mere moments, the divine glow had enveloped the cosmos.
Next.
In the more secluded worlds of the Otherworld, untouched by the thirty-six worlds and undiscovered by the Space Gods of the Ninth Era, there were Primal Anima seeds scattered at the dawn of the era.
These isolated worlds' Primal Animas, after eons of growth and evolution, had grown formidable.
Now, under the scrutiny of the Spirit of Creation, they were exposed, one by one, with nowhere to hide.
As his infinite divine power burst forth, every Primal Anima within his reach, regardless of their world, was gently wrapped in a resplendent aura.
The vast emptiness of space was reduced to mere inches.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In worlds unknown to most, Primal Animas crossed the void, plucked by his divine hand and drawn to the Land of Origin. They transformed into beams of murky light, streaming into their respective crystals.
In a brief span, dozens of Primal Animas, each with a unique aura, returned to this place, summoned by a tremor from the Land of Origin before the world's end.
