"Impossible..." Mo Su staggered in the sky, his voice barely a whisper, yet heavy with disbelief that twisted in his chest like a blade.
"Ahh... ahhh... ah..." Across the Pure Land, all beings trembled as they stared upward at the gash torn across the heavens. It was not merely fear—it was the primal terror of witnessing something that should never exist. Even the most dreadful nightmare paled in comparison to what stood before their eyes now.
The strike unleashed moments earlier—the Abyssal Monarch's divine attack—had done the unthinkable. It had carved apart not only the Pure Land but even the dark skies of the Abyss beyond. The very Laws of Heaven, those that ruled all existence, had trembled beneath its weight. The Ancient True Gods could feel it… the fear that the heavens themselves held for that single blow.
And yet…
That world-cleaving strike… the one that had severed Yun Che's body… that had torn through his very soul… had not killed him.
No… far from it.
Before their stunned gazes, Yun Che's mangled form—his bisected body, his shattered soul—had reassembled effortlessly, as though time and space bowed to his will. Now, he stood tall in the sky once more, suspended above all, his smile calm… yet that smile was more terrifying than death itself.
It was the smile of something that had defied fate. Of something that had returned from the abyss.
"Impossible..." Mo Su muttered again, this time with a deeper shiver. Relief curled somewhere deep inside him, unbidden and unwelcome—but it could not stop the rising dread. His gaze locked on Yun Che, whole and untouched, as though no blade had ever touched him. His long black hair danced with the breeze, and even the black robes that had been shredded were now whole again, flowing smoothly over his frame as if they had never been cut.
Just like his body. Just like his soul.
As if reality itself had bent to make him whole again.
PUKE!!!Perhaps it was the aftershock of expelling power far beyond his mortal limit, or perhaps it was the terror buried deep in his heart finally taking form—but Mo Su suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. Crimson sprayed the air, staining his robes as thin cracks webbed violently through the barriers he had conjured for his protection.
BANGGGGG!!!
The sound rang like the sky itself had shattered.
The barrier, once firm and absolute, split apart like fragile glass under divine pressure. Mo Su's figure, drained and pale, began to descend slowly from the heavens, his steps faltering as his body no longer obeyed him.
"Lord...!"Big Rage's roar cut through the chaos as he shot forward, crossing the remnants of the shattered barrier to catch his falling master. The other Gods followed behind in haste, their faces etched with alarm.
Supported in Big Rage's arms, with the help of several other divine hands, Mo Su struggled to lift his gaze, disbelief swimming in his dimming eyes.
"How... how did you... survive...?"His voice was weak, each word dragged out between labored breaths. Even now, even as his own body faltered, he couldn't understand. That strike—his strongest, his final judgment—he didn't even know if he himself could have survived it. And yet... Yun Che…
Not only had Yun Che survived...
He stood there without a single visible wound. No rupture in his aura. No fracture in his soul. Even his tattered clothing had restored itself flawlessly.
Just how…?Just how had he done it?!
And then—
"This Emperor didn't break his word, did he?"
Yun Che's voice rang out, cold and clear, like thunder in a still night. He didn't bother answering Mo Su's question. Instead, he reminded them all of the vow he had made. That he would take the full strike. No tricks. No interference.
And he had. He had taken it.
The most powerful strike in the history of the Abyss—head-on. And he stood.
"....."
The entire Pure Land fell into a deathly silence as Yun Che's words echoed through the air, reminding all who listened of the vow he had made—and the one thing he demanded in return.
"THIS EMPEROR SWEARS TO THE HEAVENS—no tricks, no schemes. I will face it head-on!"
"AND IF THIS EMPEROR SURVIVES YOUR STRIKE—THEN ALL OUR GRIEVANCES SHALL BE WIPED CLEAN!"
"How about that?!!!"
Those words echoed in the minds of all present, leaving them stunned, their thoughts frozen. One by one, they turned to each other in silent disbelief… and then, slowly, their gazes drifted back to their Monarch.
"Th-The Monarch... hasn't agreed to it yet!"
"Who said we have to obey your words?! Our Monarch didn't even accept the your vow!" The voices belonged to several figures—one became two, two became three, and soon, they multiplied into a growing chorus of dissent.
"That's right! Our Monarch—!"
BOOOOMMMMMM!!!
A torrent of phoenix flames descended from the heavens like divine judgment, engulfing the ones who dared to speak. In an instant, they were incinerated—erased from existence. No screams. No struggle. Not even ashes remained.
The attack had come so swiftly, so mercilessly, that they hadn't even realized they were already dead. Their bodies and souls vanished together—reduced to nothing.
"Ah..."
Those who had kept silent exhaled inward sighs of relief. In this moment, saying nothing was the wisest choice. After all, the Abyssal Monarch's strike had already been the pinnacle of their lord's power—yet it hadn't even left a scratch on Yun Che.
It was now clear as day: despite being only a True God, Yun Che's strength had already far surpassed every living being in the Abyss.
To speak out against such a being... those fools deserved their fate.
The air was thick with tension. Mo Su remained frozen, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open… yet no sound escaped. The disbelief etched on his face was plain—shock that ran deeper than mere silence.
"Of course, if you're unwilling to put the past behind and still hold a grudge against this Emperor... then this Emperor can only show you his might."
Before Mo Su could even find his voice, Yun Che had already spoken—his voice booming from the sky above like a divine decree.
Then, darkness surged forth—vast and boundless—stretching across the Pure Land like an eternal curtain of night. It devoured the light, swallowing all colors, and even Yun Che's figure vanished into its embrace.
But this darkness… it did not belong to Yun Che.
The moment it descended, an unnatural chill gripped the land.
Far below, among the crowd, those of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom staggered. A tremor ran through their bodies, but it wasn't fear. It was their very bloodline crying out.
Eyes wide, they looked to the sky—every single one of them instinctively drawn upward, as though answering an ancestral call etched deep into their souls.
"This..."
Among the crowd, the members of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom instinctively raised their heads, their expressions shifting from confusion to disbelief. They could feel it—a presence they knew all too well.
And yet… this time, it was different. The aura descending from the heavens didn't just resonate with familiarity—it surpassed everything they once understood of that person.
"This... this is the power of our kingdom!"
A few ancient figures gasped aloud, their voices trembling with awe. They recognized the origin of this overwhelming darkness… and the identity of the one it belonged to.
But before they could even piece together what was happening, another wave of pressure swept across the Pure Land.
This time, it struck the members of the Moon and Star Divine Kingdom.
Just like those from the Owl Butterfly lineage, those of the Moon heritage suddenly felt their blood recoil, trembling... no, kneeling in submission. Their very lineage quaked under the oppressive majesty of the sky.
Their eyes lifted as one—drawn upward by something irresistible.
And then, it appeared.
In the very heart of the Pure Land's heavens, a moon began to take shape—slowly, majestically. Its silvery brilliance emerged from within the abyssal veil, glowing with divine light, radiant and sovereign, illuminating the night that swallowed all else.
"Divine... Moon... in the sky..."
The Gods of the Moon and Star Divine Kingdom murmured in disbelief, their voices laced with awe as they gazed at the glowing celestial body above.
And like those before them, even their divine bloodlines… were bending in submission to the moon's sacred light.
But it didn't stop there.
Another ripple of resonance swept across the Pure Land. This time, it reached the hearts of the Boundless Divine Kingdom.
A familiar presence stirred within their veins—one that didn't feel foreign at all, but instead… as if it had always been part of them.
Their gazes locked onto the moon, and there… surrounding its brilliant silver glow… was a faint halo of golden light.
"This... is our Divine Regent's... power?"
The voices of Boundless Divine Kingdom's elders rang out, hushed and shaken. They recognized it—how could they not? This was the aura of their God, the divine might of their Divine Regent.
And yet... something about it felt different.
It wasn't the same power they had bowed to for countless generations. This aura… was purer, heavier, greater—as though it had transcended what they once knew.
"Impossible!"
Several members of the Boundless Divine Kingdom suddenly cried out, their voices sharp with disbelief. Some of them had clearly recognized the aura… and who it belonged to.
But even the word impossible—spoken a million times—wouldn't be enough to describe the storm of emotion surging in their hearts.
And yet, the heavens paid no heed to their denial.
For above them, the moon continued to shine in divine splendor—until brilliant stars suddenly began to form around it, one by one, like celestial guardians orbiting their queen.
Then—
BOOM!
One of the stars erupted, scattering streaks of light like a shower of divine meteors. And then another. And another. Each explosion painting the sky with bursts of destructive brilliance, as though the stars themselves were swords being unsheathed.
But strangely, it wasn't the Star lineage of the Moon and Star Divine Kingdom who reacted.
Instead—
It was the members of the Heaven Breaker Divine Kingdom whose bodies trembled.
"..."
Hua Fuchen stood motionless, mouth agape, his breathing uneven. From every exploding star, he could feel it—a sword aura so terrifying, so overwhelming, it felt like it could pierce through the world itself.
His eyes slowly turned toward the woman beside him for confirmation.
"Caili...."
Hua Qingying's voice was soft, almost inaudible, yet it trembled as she stared into the sky. Within those stars, she could feel her presence—her power.
And more than that… she could feel the devastating sharpness of the Heaven Breaker Divine Sword Art woven into every single blast of starlight.
And just as countless mouths hung open in stunned silence beneath the night sky…
Under the eternal shroud of darkness, beneath the glowing Divine Moon and the cascade of exploding stars—a colossal white dragon suddenly emerged, soaring into view as if summoned by the very heavens.
Its body stretched endlessly across the sky, scales like pristine jade bathed in moonlight. The dragon exuded an ancient majesty, sacred and untouchable.
Atop its immense head stood two figures—a man and a woman.
The man was robed in white, his long black hair flowing like ink against the night wind. His white garments shimmered with the moon's soft glow, enhancing the ethereal dignity that surrounded him. His face, sculpted as if from divine jade, bore a calm expression—but it was his eyes that held the most wonder.
Eyes like the boundless cosmos… as if all the stars in the universe lived within them.
At his side stood a woman whose beauty transcended the realm of mortals. The moment one laid eyes upon her, it felt as if they were pulled into an eternal dream—a dream too perfect, too serene, to ever leave.
And yet, despite her otherworldly allure, not a single soul harbored impure thoughts.
Because her beauty was not one of desire, but of sanctity.
Her presence radiated a holy, purifying light, one that cleansed all darkness, all corruption, and all evil. It was as though she stood not beside the man… but above the world itself, untouched and untainted.
The man who stood atop the white dragon… was none other than Yun Che.
And yet, he was not the same Yun Che who had just battled the Abyssal Monarch.
There was something unmistakably different about him now—his aura, his presence, even the calm in his gaze. It was as though the very essence of divinity had been reborn within him.
As the crowd remained frozen in disbelief, their gazes flickered between the two images in their minds—
The Yun Che dressed in black, the one who had faced the Monarch with defiance and fury. The one who had taken the full might of the Abyss head-on. The one who… should have been gone.
But before they could fully grasp what was happening—
To their utter shock and horror, the black-clothed Yun Che appear next to the dragon, his body then shrunk, folding inward as it twisted into a stream of shimmering golden light. That light condensed… compacted… and turned into the shape of a small, unassuming handle.
In the next breath, that handle—glowing with abyssal might—shot forward, streaking across the sky like a falling star and merged into the arm of the white-robed Yun Che, vanishing without a trace.
And then—
A low hum echoed across the heavens.
The Heaven Smithing Devil Emperor Sword, which had been lying dormant in the void outside the battlefield, suddenly stirred.
The sword—unmoved even by the Monarch's presence—began to tremble… and then sing. A deep, resonating cry of joy and recognition rang out across the Pure Land.
It moved on its own, cutting through the air like a blade returning home, and came to rest gently before the white-robed Yun Che.
With serene grace, he reached out—and his fingers curled around the hilt.
As if it had always belonged there.
"Heavenly... Devil... Profound Handle...?"
Gulp.
Mo Su's throat tightened as he sucked in a cold breath, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before him. The truth he had just witnessed clawed through his heart like jagged glass.
As the Crown Prince of the Heaven Punishment God Race, and the son of the Heaven Punishment Creation God, Mo Su had studied countless legacies—ancient records, forbidden histories, and divine bloodlines. Among them, he had read about the mysterious Heavenly Devil Yun Clan, and their most terrifying legacy: the Profound Handle.
He had seen it before. He had even fought against those who wielded it.
But never—never—did he imagine that Yun Che… was a descendant of that clan.
And now… the realization hit him like a divine judgment.
The Yun Che he had battled with all his might—the one who stood against the full force of the Abyss…
The one he believed he had pushed to the brink to uphold his pride, his supremacy, his title as Monarch...
That Yun Che—wasn't even real.
He wasn't even here.
That fearsome black-robed figure who challenged the Monarch, who bore his wrath without flinching, who survived the crushing weight of his Grand Fate Divine Formation…
Was merely a Profound Handle.
A shadow. A fragment. An extension.
From the very beginning... Yun Che had not come in person.
Mo Su's mind had already begun to unravel the moment he grasped the truth… but when his eyes shifted to the woman standing beside Yun Che, the last threads of his composure snapped beyond repair.
"Lord… Li Suo…" he choked out, his voice trembling, his eyes widening so far it seemed they might burst from their sockets.
The figure atop the divine dragon—elegant, serene, radiant with boundless vitality—was unmistakable. The face etched into the memories of every god since the dawn of creation… was now standing there, alive, unchanged, untouched by time.
The Goddess of Life… was standing at Yun Che's side.
A ghost to them all. A miracle. A divine being that should not exist.
And just when Mo Su thought his breaking spirit could endure no further...
One after another, radiant figures began to materialize behind Yun Che. They emerged from the void in absolute silence, each lowering their head with solemn reverence toward him.
Their presence was overwhelming.
Each aura pulsed with the unmistakable resonance of Laws, just like the dragon Yun Che and the Goddess of Life stand upon—the kind that only those who had transcended mortality could wield.
Mo Su's lips parted, his voice a whisper of disbelief.
"Ancient… True Gods…"
And all of these Ancient True Gods… were not strangers or unknown deities. They were the very ones who had chosen to follow Yun Che. The former Gods of the Divine Kingdoms itself.
And now... They're all radiant the aura of Ancient True God!
"Ahh… ah… ah…"
It wasn't just the Abyssal Monarch, Mo Su, or the Gods who were left speechless.Every single soul within the Pure Land—be they divine or mortal—had been reduced to stunned silence.
Their mouths hung open, trembling as if they meant to speak… but no sound came. Thoughts froze. Words failed. Minds blanked. They could only stare—like dummies—at the impossible sight before them.
And then… as if the very fabric of existence responded to the power before it…
Worlds.
One after another.
Boundless. Countless. Infinite.
They began to manifest—projecting out from Yun Che's very being.
Each world radiated a profound aura, and with every breath he took, his power expanded without end, spreading outward like a divine tide that engulfed all creation.
The air grew heavy, the laws trembled, and all who stood there could feel it.
This was a might… that surpassed even Mo Su, even after wielding the full force of the Grand Fate Divine Formation.