In the path of the Divine, there exists but a single, merciless truth—one path that leads to the very peak, and that path is paved not merely with effort or will, but with talent and the Divine Essence one is born with.
From the moment of birth, the number and quality of one's Divine Essences determine everything. It is the foundation of one's destiny, the root of one's future. Those who lack a Perfect Divine Essence—no matter how peerless their determination, no matter how heaven-defying their comprehension—may still, through countless hardships and unimaginable perseverance, step into the realm of True Divinity and be recognized as a True God.
Yet their ascent will always have a ceiling.
At most, they might reach the stage of a Lesser True God, or if they are truly heaven-blessed, rise to the realm of a Greater True God. But that final threshold—the realm of a Perfect True God, the domain where divinity becomes absolute and transcends the cycle of fate—will forever remain beyond their grasp.
Such was the law etched into the very marrow of the cosmos since the dawn of the Primordial Era. It is not something that can be broken by ambition alone. No matter how wide the seas of effort, no matter how high the mountain of will, one's body constitution and innate talent dictate the boundaries of what they can become.
This was the cruel truth of the world of gods:Not all who strive shall reach the peak—only those chosen by birth... by fate.
It was not until Yun Che descended into the Abyss that the world began to witness a change that defied the order etched since the Primordial Era. It was within this era—an era overshadowed by chaos and shrouded in endless darkness—that a miracle was born.
Hua Caili.
A once-in-an-eternity prodigy, blessed with Perfect Divine Essence, emerged like a radiant flower blooming in the deepest void. And she was not alone.
In time, more began to appear—beings of flawless divine constitution, each one possessing the qualifications to tread the highest path of cultivation. Yet despite their uniqueness, they all shared one undeniable connection:
Yun Che.
Each and every one of them was linked to him—through fate, through power, through the intertwining of their destinies. It was as if his very existence was a fulcrum upon which the world turned, drawing forth miracles simply by being.
Because Yun Che…was the centerpiece of everything.
Above the realm of Perfect True God, there exists another domain—an ancient and exalted stage known as the realm of the Ancient True Gods.
Though classified as a distinct realm, the truth is far more nuanced. In essence, Ancient True Gods are still Perfect True Gods… but ones who have transcended the limitations of ordinary divinity.
This realm is further divided—its ranks defined not by cultivation stages, but by the number of Laws one can comprehend and carry. Each Law is a supreme principle, representing a facet of existence, and the more Laws one bears, the more unfathomable their strength becomes.
However, there remains a limit.
Even for Perfect True Gods—no matter how unparalleled their talent—ten is the boundary.With ten Divine Essences, a being can only bear ten Laws.
This ceiling marks the end of the road for most—an insurmountable wall that no one in history had ever crossed…
And even among those rare beings capable of bearing ten Laws, their existence was so scarce that even throughout the vast expanse of the Primordial Era, they could be counted on a single hand.
Such beings were the pinnacle of mortal ascension.
Among them stood the Primordial Azure Dragon God, once revered as the mightiest True God in all of the Primal Chaos. His strength, forged through mastery of ten absolute Laws, stood unmatched beneath the heavens, a legend whose name echoed through the ages.
But beyond that exalted peak lies a realm spoken of only in the oldest of records… a realm so distant and unknowable that even the Gods of the ancient era could only tremble before its mention.
That realm… Is what came to be known as the domain of the Creation Gods and Devil Emperors.
And yet, even this title—so awe-inspiring, so absolute—is not its true name. The genuine designation of that realm has long been lost to time, veiled in mystery and erased by the march of eternity.
For in all the records carved into divine stone, in all the songs sung by primordial souls, there has only ever been mention of eight such beings.
Only eight in all of creation… Who had ever reached that plane of existence.
But those eight were not mortals. They were not cultivators who ascended step by step toward the heavens.
They were born from the fragmented soul and body of the Primordial Ancestral Goddess herself.
They were not products of fate, nor of effort. They were the origin. The first sparks of true divinity to ever exist.
And because of this, no one—no matter how gifted, how heaven-defying—has ever known the path that leads to that unfathomable realm. It is a domain beyond comprehension, beyond pursuit… a height so distant that it does not even leave behind footsteps to follow.
But if one were truly forced to speculate, it would not be unreasonable to assume that a mortal who had ascended, for those rare, transcendent geniuses who grasp hold of more Divine Laws than what was deemed possible like Mo Su, the Abyssal Monarch would have already half step into the realm of the Creation God.
And ultimately through the power granted to him by the Grand Fate Divine Formation, Mo Su had come to bear many more Laws than any being in recorded history. With that divine formation drawing upon the faith of all Abyssal life, refining it into pure power and pouring it into his vessel, he had genuinely believed that he had already taken a step into the legendary realm of the Creation Gods.
He had believed it—truly and deeply. Until now.
Now, as he hovered in the upper skies of the Pure Land beneath the quiet silver gaze of the moon, his vision fell upon a figure that stood unmoved, untouched, and unshaken by all that had transpired.
Yun Che.
And it was in that moment that Mo Su's breath halted—not because of what he saw, but because of what he felt.
That aura... that presence... that incomprehensible might. it reminded him, with chilling clarity, of something he had not felt in countless years.
It was the same feeling he once experienced when he knelt before his father, a being whose mere existence dwarfed all beneath the heavens. It was the same quiet, sacred pressure that had once radiated from his elder brother, who stood above all as a god among gods.
The realm... of Creation God!
Although Yun Che's aura had not yet reached that overwhelming majesty... it was close—so close that it scraped against the edges of that memory, enough to make Mo Su's soul quiver, enough to stir fear within the heart of the Abyssal Monarch himself.
And that closeness… was more terrifying than the real thing.
"Ahhhh… ahhh… ahhh…"
The sound rippled through the vastness of the Pure Land, not as a cry of awe or reverence, but as the instinctive breathlessness of beings who had forgotten how to speak in the face of the impossible. As more and more worlds continued to bloom into existence, slowly materializing like celestial blossoms across the night sky, the heavens themselves seemed to bow in silence before the overwhelming majesty descending upon them.
The sight was too much. Too divine. Too absolute. It crushed the mind and smothered the soul.
Knees began to buckle—first the weak, then the strong, and eventually, even the Gods were no exception. With heavy, trembling hearts and blank eyes, they fell, one after another, their bodies giving way as their pride and power shattered beneath the weight of what they were witnessing.
THUD.
The sound of knees hitting the sacred earth echoed in waves. It was not submission—it was instinct. Before such radiance, resistance was not a choice; reverence was carved into the bones.
And then… it happened.
The woman who stood beside Yun Che—her presence had already enraptured every soul, but when the faint murmur of the Abyssal Monarch reached their ears, it was as if time itself paused.
Though the voice was low—so quiet it might have been mistaken for a whisper—the words struck every listener like thunder echoing through their very soul:
"Lord… Li Suo…"
The Pure Land trembled. Not because of sound, but because of meaning.
For that name… that sacred name…
Mo Su, the Abyssal Monarch, was no ordinary god. He was the Crown Prince of the Heaven Punishment God Race, born from the divine bloodline of the Heaven Punishing Creation God himself. He was a being who stood above all, one who bowed to none.
For such a being to call someone "Lord" ... There could only be one explanation. The person before him… must be someone on the same level as his father.
A Creation God.
And the name Li Suo—that name had not been spoken in reverence for countless eras, lost to the flow of time, remembered only in ancient hymns and divine records. There had only ever been one bearer of that name throughout all of history.
A being cloaked in divine light, untouched by corruption, whose holiness was so pure it seemed to cleanse the very air… whose beauty encompassed all that was graceful, serene, and eternal…
There could be no doubt. She… was the Goddess of Life.
"Do you all still hold a grudge against this Emperor... or will you let the past remain in the past, and begin anew?"
Yun Che's voice once again echoed across the boundless expanse of the Pure Land, his words calm yet thunderous, soft yet undeniable, reverberating through the heavens and sinking deep into every trembling soul.
And this time… it was different.
The people who heard his voice—be they mortals, gods, or monarchs—felt as though they had just been awakened from a dream. The stupor that had bound their minds shattered, yet what they returned to was not clarity, but the oppressive weight of reality.
The weight behind Yun Che's words now eclipsed all. It was not just the might he had displayed, nor the divine figures who stood behind him. It was the truth that every heart had been forced to confront—the truth that their Monarch, the Abyssal Monarch, had already done everything he possibly could.
And yet… they still lost.
Their knees had long since touched the earth, but now, even the will to rise had left them. The fighting spirit that once fueled their pride was gone—washed away by the tide of inevitability.
Then, in the silence that followed, a voice rose up.
Gravely. Hoarsely. Filled with reluctant resolve.
"What… would happen to us… if we submitted to you?"
Surprisingly, it was Chief Priest Big Rage who spoke. The one known for his indomitable loyalty, his boundless wrath, and his refusal to yield—now sounded like a man seeking mercy rather than battle.
Yun Che turned to face him, and with a voice as steady as the stars, he answered without hesitation:
"Nothing would change. All life will be spared—including the Abyssal Monarch's. But remember this well—" his eyes gleamed like the cold edge of a divine blade, "—there can only be one ruler."
Yun Che's answer was brief—just a few words, spoken without force or flourish—yet in that moment, everyone present understood their weight completely.
There was no ambiguity.No need for further explanation.
The meaning behind his words was clear, and as they sank into the hearts of those who heard them, a wave of collective relief spread through the Pure Land. For the first time since the battle began, countless sighs were released, as if the very air had lightened—though the man standing at the center remained as heavy as the heavens themselves.
Then, under the silent gaze of gods and mortals alike, Yun Che turned his eyes back to the one who still stood before him—the one who had once ruled all.
His gaze fell upon the Abyssal Monarch, and with it, the question left unspoken passed between them.
And at long last… the answer came.
"I… am willing to do as you said."
The words were heavy—not because they were loud, but because they carried the weight of pride being set aside, of power being willingly relinquished. Mo Su, with his heart in turmoil and his mind a storm of chaos, suppressed the whirlpool of emotions within him and chose to yield.
He had no other path.
He had already done all he could. He had revealed the full might of the Abyss, wielded the divine power of the Grand Fate Formation, and displayed a strength that no one else in the Abyssal world could ever hope to reach.
But Yun Che…Yun Che was simply too strong.
He had not just surpassed expectations—he had shattered every standard, rewritten every law, and in doing so, left even the Monarch of the Abyss with no other choice.
And so, knowing that his people would be spared, that his realm would endure, and that his dignity as a ruler had not been trampled upon—only his throne taken—Mo Su accepted.
Without further hesitation, without another word, the Abyssal Monarch slowly bowed his head.
And as his crown dipped low, the skies above seemed to still.
One by one, the Gods of the Abyss followed. Then the chief priests, then the cultivators, and finally, the countless souls who called the Abyss their home.
All bowed—before the man who now stood alone at the peak.
From high above, where he stood like a sovereign descended from the heavens themselves, Yun Che cast his gaze downward upon all living beings gathered below. His expression was calm, yet the pressure he exuded bore down like divine judgment—undeniable and absolute.
And then, his voice rang out.
"You shall all remember this Emperor's words—this Emperor's mercy shall only be granted to you once!"
His voice echoed through the Pure Land, rolling like thunder across the boundless sky, and in that instant, every soul trembled. Gods and mortals alike instinctively lowered their heads, their hearts gripped with awe and fear. That declaration, edged with divine will, carved itself not just into their minds—but deep into their souls.
"Remember it well!"
The command did not allow for disobedience. It was a vow, a warning, and a proclamation of dominion all in one. And all who heard it knew—this was not the kind of promise one could forget, nor the kind of mercy that would ever be offered again.
Then, without pause, Yun Che continued—his voice carrying not the arrogance of a conqueror, but the solemnity of a true ruler.
"As your new ruler, this Emperor shall make a vow to the heavens!"
"This Emperor shall rule with justice—treating all of you with dignity and respect, just as you were once treated in the Abyss."
There was no mocking, no belittling of their history. Instead, his words upheld the honor of the Abyss, acknowledged its past, and promised a future not born of oppression, but of unity.
"And once this Emperor leads you out of this plane—out of this forsaken realm—just like the subjects of this Emperor in the Eternal Pure Land, all of you shall be granted eternal peace!"
!!!!!!!!
A shockwave, not of sound or force, but of pure emotion, surged through the crowd. Their hearts had only just begun to come to terms with the fact that they had been defeated, forced to bow to a new ruler. They had not even dared to imagine what the future might hold—whether it would be suffering, humiliation, or annihilation.
But Yun Che's words… shattered all such fears.
A vow to heaven. A promise of justice. An oath of eternal peace.
RUMBLE!!!!!!!
The heavens themselves seemed to stir.
The sky trembled. The clouds churned in chaos. The ancient Laws of the Abyss, etched into the fabric of this plane since time immemorial, quivered as if awakened from a deep slumber. Thunder roared and lightning cracked across the firmament, splitting the skies like divine blades drawn in acknowledgment.
It was as if the world itself had heard Yun Che's vow.
As if his words—his declaration as Emperor—had been woven into the very essence of the heavens, accepted by the laws, and engraved into the soul of this realm for all eternity.
The heavens did not reject him.
They recognized him.
And just as the people of the Abyss were still struggling to catch their breath, their minds spiraling from the wave upon wave of revelations that had crashed upon them like divine tsunamis, Yun Che's voice echoed once more, deeper and more commanding than before—resounding across every inch of the Pure Land.
"As your Emperor, this is my first command to you all."
Those words struck like a divine bell, snapping many from their stupor.
Eyes wide and breaths held, the countless stunned beings—still on their knees, still reeling from the weight of history unfolding before them—began to lift their heads.
Their gazes slowly rose… one after another… until all eyes were once again fixed upon the lone figure standing in the sky, bathed in moonlight and divine radiance.
"Gather every living being in the Abyss. Seven days from now… we shall depart for the Eternal Pure Land!"
Yun Che's voice was calm, resolute, and absolute, echoing across the boundless skies of the Pure Land like a divine edict passed down by the heavens themselves.
And then— Silence. Utter silence.
The entire world seemed to freeze. Time itself held its breath. Even the stars above flickered less brightly, as if stunned by the sheer weight of what had just been spoken.
Not a single soul dared to speak. Not a single thought dared to form.
And then—
"WHAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!"
The roar erupted all at once, not from one or two, but from countless throats across the Abyss. The sheer disbelief was so overwhelming that even Mo Su, the proud Abyssal Monarch, nearly collapsed where he stood. His soul felt as though it had been forcibly yanked from his body and slammed back in by the sheer impact of Yun Che's command.
Even the Ancient True Gods standing behind Yun Che, wavered in the air, some stumbling in shock as if their footing in the sky had suddenly vanished beneath them.
This… was his first command?
Not to gather his people and proclaim his dominion. Not to hold a grand coronation or assert his authority. Not even to make the gods of the Abyss swear their fealty in public ritual.
But instead… to gather every single living being in the Abyss…
To leave.