"Yun… Emperor Yun… what are you saying?!" Yun Che's declaration struck like a thunderclap, leaving the entire Abyss in stunned silence. One by one, murmurs began to rise—confused at first, but quickly spiraling into disbelief as voices overlapped in a unified crescendo of shock.
"Gather everyone in the Abyss...?!"
"Leaving the Abyss... in seven days?!"
"That's impossible!" Even Mo Su couldn't hold back his disbelief as his voice thundered across the void.
Every single attempt throughout history to pierce the space between the Abyss and the Eternal Pure Land had ended in failure or catastrophe. The suction force from beyond was overwhelming. The terrifying spatial laws that governed the realm were so absolute that even the combined might of all Abyssal Gods, along with the power of the Devil Heavenly Treasures, had only barely been able to open a singular, unstable tunnel… and only for a brief moment.
It was true that over a decade ago—after countless years of failures, trial, and error—they had finally pierced through the right coordinates and discovered a viable path into the Eternal Pure Land. But that single success had required the full strength of the Abyss and nearly drained its foundation dry. The Devil Heavenly Treasures had been pushed to their limits, and by all estimates, they would need at least fifty years to recover their power.
It hadn't even been twenty years since that last attempt!
And that wasn't even the worst part!
Because of Yun Che's appearance in the Abyss… both of the Devil Heavenly Treasures had been forced to awaken prematurely and assist Mo Su multiple times in handling Yun Che-related crises. Their recovery had been delayed even further!
Even if—somehow—they could bypass all of that…
How in the world were they supposed to transport the entire Abyssal population into the Eternal Pure Land?!!!
The Abyss—yes, it was home to True Gods and even Ancient True Gods, and it was true that some among them could craft transport artifacts powerful enough to carry others through the spatial tunnel.
But if everyone's going… then who the fuck is staying behind to oversee the Spatial Piercing Formation?!!!
Who the fuck is staying to power the formation?!!!
Who will stay behind to make sure everyone makes it through alive?!!!
The barrier between the Abyss and the Eternal Pure Land wasn't some cheap veil that could be torn by brute force—it was an ancient, relentless void, reinforced by the might of both realms' deepest laws. It took unfathomable power to breaking through and sustained the passage!
That was why Mo Su had hosted the Pure Land Meeting all those years ago. That was why he limited the number of people who could go. Only the best of the best—those most worthy—would lead the Abyss into a new era in the Eternal Pure Land.
Because while some traversed through the passage, other will need to stay behind!
But even he wasn't certain… if the Gods who stayed behind to power the formation would still be alive by the time the next attempt came.
And on top of all that—
The Eternal Pure Land's weakened Heavenly Laws… couldn't even sustain the full might of those from the Abyss!
As all the voices in the Pure Land rose into a chaotic chorus of disbelief—"Impossible!" and "How?!" echoing in unison like thunder—a soft light shimmered across the sky.
The Goddess of Life, Li Suo, slowly raised a single finger.
In an instant, a brilliant white radiance bloomed from her hand, spreading like waves of serenity as her sacred Light Profound Energy enveloped the Pure Land. The chaotic minds… the trembling souls… all were soothed, calmed by her divine presence.
"Let Yun Che speak."
Her voice was gentle, sacred, and carried the weight of divinity—soft as a breeze, yet absolute as fate itself. And yet… with just those four words, time itself seemed to still. The world froze, as though the heavens had been turned upside down, and no one dared to move.
It was a single sentence—yet it struck harder than any divine thunder. It was not the force of her voice that shook them... but the authority it carried.
Since her descent, the Goddess of Life had stood silent, serene and untouchable. Not once had she uttered a word.
But now, in the very first breath she chose to release…
She had spoken for Yun Che.
She had called out—not to command him, not to restrain him—but to command everyone else to step aside and listen. No one present knew what connection existed between Yun Che and the Goddess of Life, but to see her—a Creation God—personally speak on his behalf?
That alone… was enough to shatter their understanding of this world.
"?" Mo Su's lips parted, trembling ever so slightly. His breath stalled in his throat, his mind unraveling as a thousand thoughts collided in chaos. Others might not have sensed it clearly, but to him—who knew the weight of divine tones—the truth was unmistakable.
The Goddess of Life… Lord Li Suo… had not merely spoken.
Her words carried respect.
Respect—for the young man standing at her side.
And as his thoughts wandered in turbulent spirals, Mo Su's mind could no longer maintain its composure.
He had long known—long suspected—that Yun Che carried more than just his elder brother's inheritance. He wielded the power of a Devil Emperor… and even that, he knew, was not the full extent of the young man's terrifying secrets.
But this…
Could it be?! No… no, that was impossible—wasn't it?!
And yet…
The tone Lord Li Suo had used to address Yun Che—it shattered everything. Every rule Mo Su had lived by, every sacred belief carved into the divine bones of history, every fragment of understanding etched into the legacy of the Gods—it all collapsed like ash in the wind.
She was the Goddess of Life. A Creation God. One of the Eight Primordial Supremes who had reigned since the inception of the God and Devil Era. A sovereign among sovereigns—she had no need to lower her tone to anyone. She bowed to no God, no Devil, no entity in all the vast cosmos.
And yet, if there ever existed a person... to whom she would willingly lower her divine tone—
Then that being could only be...
Mo Su's thoughts screeched to a halt, as if struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens. A violent tremor shot down his spine, paralyzing every muscle. His breathing turned shallow, strained, and uneven. His body… began to shake uncontrollably, as cold sweat broke over his divine skin.
Beside Mo Su, High Priest Liu Xiao suddenly froze in place. His vast, ancient soul—a soul that had weathered countless eras and divine calamities—trembled ever so slightly, as if a buried truth had just torn free from its eternal seal.
From the very moment Yun Che unveiled the Infinite Worlds within him, Liu Xiao had already begun to suspect. That prophecy… that accursed prophecy... the one he had tried so hard to forget, to bury beneath logic, fate, and time—it had resurfaced with terrifying clarity.
And now, hearing the tone in which Lord Li Suo—the Goddess of Life, a Creation God—had addressed Yun Che… it left no more room for doubt.
"It's really him after all..." Liu Xiao murmured, his voice low and bitter, as if each syllable weighed a thousand lifetimes.
The prophecy blazed through his mind like fire through dry grass.
A prophecy that once shaped the fears of the ancient world… a prophecy that he had spent an eternity trying to disprove.
A prophecy that had pointed to this man.
This young man—standing before them now.
The same man he had long despised.
And now…
With the Creator of Life herself, the primordial Goddess Li Suo, all but confirming his identity with a single utterance… there was no longer any denying it.
Just like Mo Su, he too wanted to scream that it was impossible.
But no matter how much his pride rebelled… the truth stood before him, undeniable and absolute.
"Little Li Suo, please don't scare everyone like that."
Yun Che's voice rang out with casual ease, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at the woman beside him—calling out to her, not with reverence, but with a playful familiarity that utterly defied logic and hierarchy.
"..."
"..."
BOOOOMMM!! BOOOOMMM!! BOOOOMMM!! BOOOOMMM!!
In the span of a breath, four separate shockwaves erupted across the earth as four divine figures from Yun Che's own side plummeted straight into the ground—not from enemy strikes, not from divine backlash, but from sheer, overwhelming disbelief.
They had been struck… by shock.
Hua Caili fell to her knees, her legs refusing to hold her weight as her face went completely blank, her mouth frozen into a perfect, trembling "O" of uncomprehending horror.
Pan Buwang crashed headfirst into the ground with a thunderous thud, his legs kicking upward like a felled tree. For a moment he didn't move—then slowly, his finger began to rise, shaking uncontrollably as he pointed straight at Yun Che. Even in that utterly undignified, upside-down state, his wide, bloodshot eyes screamed the thought shared by every soul present:
"WHAT?!!!"
He… he had dared… He had dared to call the Goddess of Life—a Creation God—not only by her name, but… "Little Li Suo"?!
Even Qianye Ying'er—who rarely lost control of her emotions—couldn't stop the twitch at the corner of her mouth. Her usual icy poise shattered, her expression contorting in disbelief under the weight of Yun Che's irreverent words.
And the fourth figure sprawled across the ground… was none other than the colossal divine dragon upon whose back Yun Che and Li Suo had first descended. Now, trembling, her immense body slowly shimmered with divine light before shrinking down, taking the form of a woman—her true appearance.
It was Shen Xi.
But like the others, she was completely stunned. Her normally serene expression was vacant, her eyes blank, lifeless—as though her soul had been wrenched from her body. One hand rose slowly, trembled in the air… and pointed at Yun Che. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came forth. Not a single word.
For Shen Xi, Lord Li Suo was not merely the Goddess of Life—she was her master, her sovereign, the one she revered with all her heart and soul. Her every word was sacred. Her commands, divine mandates.
So when Li Suo had spoken to Yun Che with a tone filled with genuine respect, Shen Xi was already reeling—just like Mo Su.
But now...
Now, after hearing Yun Che call her revered Lord, her master and the supreme Goddess of Life, "Little Li Suo"... and witnessing how that same Lord merely smiled openly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world—
And these were the ones who already stood by Yun Che's side—whether out of love, loyalty, gratitude, or belief that following him would lead to a brighter future.
If they reacted like this…
Then it wasn't hard to imagine how the rest of the Abyss would respond.
"..."
"...…"
The people of the Abyss had already long since dropped to their knees—but now, it was as if their very souls had been drawn out from their bodies.
Their eyes were stretched wide in disbelief. Their mouths hung open, yet no sound emerged.
Time slipped by in what felt like the blink of an eye, and yet… no one had uttered a single word. Not one. Their bodies were frozen, their minds blank, and their very souls still spiraling from the weight of what they had just learned.
Then—
"Sigh…"
A gentle breath escaped from Li Suo as she shook her head softly, her expression serene yet tinged with pity.
Once more, her Light Profound Energy radiated forth—this time even more brilliant than before, cascading across the realm like a divine tide. The chaotic tension that gripped the Pure Land began to slowly dissolve, purged by her holy light.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."Even after their souls had been purified and their chaotic minds soothed by Li Suo's divine light, many still trembled. Quivering voices escaped their lips like whispers carried on the wind—fragile, unsteady.
And then, Yun Che spoke.
"Alright, now that you've all returned to your senses..."
Yun Che's voice carried a regal calm, laced with an undeniable authority that seemed to pierce through the stunned silence that still lingered in the air.
"This Emperor wishes to inform you all—" he continued, his gaze sweeping over the countless divine beings still frozen in varying degrees of disbelief, "—that I possess numerous methods to shatter the barriers that separate the Abyss from the Eternal Pure Land."
His voice grew deeper, stronger, like the steady rhythm of a war drum that echoed across eternity.
"Not only that… but I also hold the means to restore the weakened Heavenly Laws of the Pure Land—to return them to the glory they once held in ancient times."
Each word struck like divine truth, settling into the hearts of all who heard him. What began as awe now transformed into something greater—hope, reverence… and complete submission.
RUMBLEEEEEEEEE!!!
The heavens roared in response, the very skies trembling as if resonating with his words—an awe-inspiring confirmation to those below.
Yun Che continued.
"You've already witnessed some of my abilities," he said, letting his gaze slowly sweep across the trembling figures of the Ancient True Gods below.
"Those who have followed me, under my guidance, have already ascended beyond the limits that the Abyss has been shackled to for eons."
"I possess the means to achieve the impossible. All I ask... is your loyalty, and—"
"Yes..."
Yun Che hadn't even finished his sentence when a chorus of voices surged from below, overwhelming and fervent.
"YES! YES! YES! Emperor Yun!!"
"YES! Oh GREAT HEAVEN YUN!"
"Yes! Lord Yun!"
"We'll do whatever tasks you need of us!"
One by one, the voices rose, not in mere agreement, but in a fevered, soul-deep devotion. Shouts turned into cries of reverence as men and women alike collapsed to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground.
"Then do as this Emperor instructs!"
Yun Che's voice surged like a divine edict, echoing across the boundless sky and shaking the hearts of every living being within the Abyss.
"Seven days from now, all of you—every last soul in this realm—shall depart from this forsaken world and ascend to the Eternal Pure Land! A land untouched by the Abyssal Dust!"
His words did not merely inspire—they ignited something deep within every soul, as if a blazing torch had been thrust into the eternal night of their despair.
"YES, YOUR MAJESTY!!!"
The response erupted like a storm of thunder crashing down from the heavens. It wasn't just a shout—it was the roar of an entire realm unified in awe and obedience, their voices rising in perfect harmony as they knelt in worship to the man who had just rewritten their destiny.
As Yun Che's command thundered across the Abyss, the Pure Land Guards and Abyssal Knights moved as one, their bodies responding with disciplined precision. Today, they had witnessed the most shocking event since the moment of their birth—perhaps the most unimaginable revelation in all their lifetimes.
To avoid falling into yet another deadly spiral of shock and paralysis, they all bit down hard on their tongues. The taste of fresh blood filled their mouths, the sharp pain jolting their minds into focus, cutting through the daze like a blade through fog.
With renewed clarity, they heeded their new Monarch's command without hesitation. One after another, they soared into the sky, divine auras flaring behind them as they streaked outward from the Pure Land—racing to carry out the will of their Emperor.
For too long, they had endured the slow decay of the Abyss, its vile dust seeping into every breath, every soul. But now, at long last, the moment had arrived—the beginning of a great migration. A salvation beyond dreams, a land untouched by darkness. A land free of the suffering and death that had defined their lives for countless ages.
"Wait..."
The single word sliced through the air like a blade of stillness, halting movement across the heavens.
Just as the Gods and countless others prepared to act upon Yun Che's divine command, a voice rang out—calm, unwavering, and absolute. It wasn't the voice of Yun Che, nor that of the Goddess of Life.
No... it belonged to someone else entirely.
And in that instant, all motion ceased. Countless eyes turned in unison, drawn not by force, but by the sheer authority embedded within that voice—quiet, yet impossible to ignore.
"???"
From the dark sky, the Divine Moon hanging high in the firmament suddenly erupted in brilliant light, casting its silver glow across the heavens as though answering a summons. In that instant, every gaze turned skyward drawn without resistance, as if the moon itself commanded their souls.
From the Divine Moon above, an overwhelming aura unfurled—a Perfect True God's might cascade in waves, shaking the very breath from those below. The moon itself shimmered with an ethereal purple light, its brilliance growing ever more intense until a figure slowly emerged from its heart.
All eyes—no, all souls—were drawn toward her. With each step she took, descending from the heavens like a celestial fairy, she painted the sky with divine grace. Her movement was slow, measured, yet so exquisite that time itself seemed to pause in reverence.
Bathed in moonlight, her radiant form eclipsed the stars. Her beauty, transcendent and untouchable, stole the breath from every being present. She, just like the Goddess of Life, was as beautiful as fairy from another world.
"Those of the True Divine Realm, Aunt Qing, and the Divine Child Xing and Yue—stay."
Xia Qingyue's voice rang out the moment she fully revealed herself to the world. Calm and elegant, yet infused with unmistakable command, her words settled across the realm like a silken decree woven with divine authority.