The Cradle—a name that did not exist in the common tongue of the Abyss's vast populace, for it was a terrifyingly sacred and singular sanctuary. Its existence was a profound secret reserved exclusively for the most ancient and powerful beings: the precious few Gods who reigned over the Pure Land of Abyss. It was the absolute, primeval nexus where time itself was rumored to have been perpetually frozen since the glorious founding of the Abyss by the Abyssal Monarch millions of years ago.
Yet today, within this eternal, frozen domain, a profound disruption had occurred. The laws of stagnation were suddenly and utterly shattered; time had begun to flow again.
A subtle, life-giving breeze—the first breath of nature in countless eons—gently stirred the massive, ancient profound trees and the vibrant, petrified flowers. Everything that had been locked in a death-like stillness for untold epochs now stirred with the energy of reawakened life.
At the absolute nexus of the Cradle, where the very atmosphere was thick with a palpable, profound pressure, lay a majestic, ornate bed nestled within a boundless field of shimmering flowers. The bed was not merely decorated, but entirely piled high with various tiers of Abyssal Crystals—priceless, profound crystals pulsing with the purest, most condensed Abyssal Profound Energy.
Lying amidst this immeasurable wealth of power was the figure of a woman, an ethereal Sleeping Beauty whose flawless form acted as a bottomless vortex. She, relentlessly drew and refined the torrential Abyssal Profound Energy streaming from the fractured crystals.
The entire sanctuary was further enveloped by a breathtaking, sacred White Holy Light—This light possessed a powerful, sovereign healing ability, meticulously mending, purifying, and forging every cell and every meridian within her body.
Surrounding this monumental resurrection, the powerful figures of the Abyssal Gods stood vigil. Their colossal auras were strained, their focus absolute, for they were witnessing a miracle that defied the original laws of the Abyss. Among them, a single figure trembled uncontrollably, his gaze riveted, his chest heaving with an unmistakable, profound excitement that was barely contained even by the overwhelming sanctity of the Cradle.
A voice, calm yet imbued with a profound, undeniable authority, rang out from the dense, floating white light. It was the absolute authority of the Goddess of Life, Li Suo.
"Her Soul and Life Essence have been perfectly merged with her physical body. There are no issues remaining... she should wake soon."
As her words settled, the blinding, sacred White Holy Light that had enveloped the entire Cradle sanctuary abruptly vanished, revealing the immense depletion of Light Profound Energy she had expended. Her figure remained veiled within a lingering, profound white haze, which she quickly reinforced.
The reason was simple, and yet filled with the highest arrogance: As her memories rapidly returned and her Creation God power surged back, she knew her true, supreme identity. She was, and remained, the Goddess of Life. These figures—these so-called 'Gods' and 'mortals' of the Abyss—were not worthy of her unshielded gaze.
"Thank you… THANK YOU, LORD LI SUO!"
Mo Su's voice, thick with powerful, unrestrained emotion, echoed across the silent sanctuary. He bowed his head so low it nearly touched the profound-energy saturated ground, his gratitude sincere and overwhelming. Driven by an urgent desire, he took an immediate step, about to rush toward the woman upon the bed.
"You're thanking the wrong person." Li Suo's cool, detached voice rang out again from the depths of her profound light.
Mo Su instantly froze. His movement, fueled by millions of years of anticipation, ceased mid-stride. Before he could recover, Li Suo's lingering Light Profound Energy rapidly dissipated. The Goddess herself did not merely vanish; she withdrew with a flash of light, her spirit returning to its true place of refuge: the core of Yun Che's soul, where the Infinite Worlds resided.
Mo Su, stunned for a breath, realized his impetuous error. With an awkward but sincere smile, he slowly turned his gaze toward the supreme figure standing nearby: Yun Che.
With an even deeper current of sincere respect and profound gratitude, stronger than that he had offered the Goddess, instantly filled his eyes and demeanor. Mo Su bowed his head again, this time with perfect reverence.
"Thank you, Yun... Emperor Yun"
Yun Che simply gave Mo Su a light, measured nod, acknowledging the gratitude due to a sovereign. Around them, the remaining figures allowed small, knowing smiles to appear on their faces. The true hierarchy of power in this new age was undeniably clear.
With profound reverence and staggering anticipation, Mo Su moved. He did not merely walk, but traversed the short distance with a desperate, almost soundless haze of profound energy, quickly making his way towards the woman sleeping amidst the dazzling Abyssal Crystals.
His gaze was fixed, his massive body now trembling not with excitement, but with an overwhelming, raw emotion.
"Xiaodie…"
A torrential flood of memories—shared laughter, desperate sorrow, and eternal longing—flashed through his mind. He knelt by the exquisite bed, heedless of his high status.
"Did you know… there are so many things I want to talk about with you…" he murmured, his voice cracking with the strain of suppressed desire.
"Many things I want to share… Your smiles… I… I really want to see them again…"
As he spoke, he reached out a hand, his powerful fingers shaking violently as they closed around her delicate, resting hand.
An electric warmth surged through him, instantly robbing him of words. For millions upon millions of years, she had been naught but an enshrined shell, lifeless and cold—a beautiful, tragic Profound Ice Sculpture of a goddess. Yet now, the hand he clutched was truly warm and soft beneath his own. This single, irrefutable reality shattered Mo Su's composure, filling him with a swirling vortex of emotions he could not possibly describe.
"I… love you."
The words, ripped from his soul after an eternity of silence, were barely a whisper. Suddenly, a profound shock, like a blinding bolt of Heavenly Lightning, struck his entire being.
The woman, who had slept for millions of years, abruptly opened her eyes. They were deep, clear, and focused entirely on him.
Slowly, almost languidly, amidst Mo Su's utter shock, she pushed herself up into a seated position. A faint, knowing, slyly playful smile—a smile like a breathtaking night flower blooming under the moonlight—graced her lips. She had perfectly captured his whispered confession.
"What did you say earlier…?" she asked, her voice a low, teasing melody that echoed in the profound silence of the Cradle.
"I have been dreaming for so long… my ears must have gotten bad, mind saying it again?"
Pan Xiaodie playfully teased the profoundly stunned Mo Su. Even before the Goddess of Life, Li Suo, had completed the final, meticulous inspection of her physical form, Pan Xiaodie's sovereign Soul and Life Essence had long since achieved full consciousness. She was, technically, fully awake sometime ago.
But she had chosen not to rise immediately, her silence deliberate. For even a Goddess who had endured an eternal sleep, upon realizing the magnitude of the moment, truly had no idea what her very first words to the man who waited for her should be.
"Sorry that I made you worry?"
"It must have been hard on you?"
She, too, truly felt a loss for words. The immensity of the moment—millions of years culminating in a single glance—was staggering even for a revived existence. So, in the end, she had chosen to linger in the comfort of sleep just a little longer, waiting for Mo Su to approach. And finally, when the moment was impossibly perfect, she had "awoken" to ask the Abyssal Monarch to repeat his tender confession.
"What? The great Abyssal Monarch has lost his tongue?"
"Blah… so much for our millions of years reunion, I feel thoroughly neglected,"Pan Xiaodie's voice was filled with playful, yet genuine, tease as she continued her mock "complaint."
She was about to fully rise from the ornate bed when she suddenly felt a soft, overwhelming, and utterly familiar warmth envelop her. Mo Su, the towering Monarch of the Abyss, had moved behind her and wrapped her in a fierce embrace.
The dam of his suppressed emotion broke entirely. His mighty voice, usually used to command the fates of countless realms, was now a raw, ecstatic shout:
"I...!"
"My Xiaodie...I...!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
Mo Su repeated the declaration like a man driven to joyous madness. Pan Xiaodie smiled, a radiant, happy bloom of pure devotion. Slowly, she turned within his arms to face him fully. She gazed into the eyes of the man she had first met by chance, who became her dearest fr, and finally, when she allowed the feelings in her heart to take root, who became the eternal love of her life.
"I'm sorry… it must have been hard for you," she whispered, her voice now sincere, the playfulness gone.
Yet, Mo Su shook his head, his gaze meeting hers with a depth that transcended time and space. "As long as I can see your smile again, Xiaodie… everything is worth it. Every single moment of the wait was worth it."
Then, as if remembering her duties and her station, Pan Xiaodie gently pulled back from his embrace. She turned toward the assembled figures—the Abyssal Gods and, most importantly, the man whom have made today possible, Yun Che, no, Emperor Yun! She executed a respectful, elegant bow, acknowledging their efforts and presence.
"Thank you, Emperor Yun, and thank you, everyone."
"You all can have your long-awaited reunion. This Emperor has other matters to attend to."
Seeing that the resurrection had concluded smoothly and the ultimate success was secured, Yun Che internally let out a silent sigh of relief.
Earlier, while his Profound Handle engaged the Abyssal Monarch, Mo Su, in a high-stakes, dramatic battle, Yun Che's main body had audaciously infiltrated the highly secret Cradle. His original intention was to secretly fuse the Life Essence, soul, and body of Pan Xiaodie himself, hoping to present the miraculous "your woman lives" surprise to Mo Su.
But alas, although his strength had reached heights that defied the heavens, his understanding of the Heavenly Laws still fell short of the genuine, comprehensive grasp possessed by the Goddess of Life. The final, delicate fusing of existence required her touch.
Furthermore, the vigilant Devil's Heavenly Treasure's Spirits, who guarded the core of this place, had already discovered his infiltration of the Cradle. While they quickly understood his intent and allowed him to proceed, their shock at his breathtaking plan had been immediately apparent. This residual shock was already beginning to subtly affect the delicate laws governing the Cradle's space, threatening to destabilize the area and draw Mo Su's attention away from the proxy fight with his Profound Handle.
Thus, Yun Che could only execute a strategic retreat after instructing the Spirits to guard Pan Xiaodie's soul and Life Essence until the Goddess arrived.
"It seems I still have many things to talk about with you, Little Li Suo,"Yun Che mused to himself, the thought laced with an amused, imperious curiosity.
The voice of Li Suo immediately rang back inside his mind, carrying an undeniable, sharp edge. "'Little Li Suo' huh…"
A flicker of genuine intrigue crossed Yun Che's expression. Somehow, he could feel a slight but undeniable irritation layered within her voice.
Without another word, Yun Che erupted into a streak of crimson light, soaring out of the Cradle and leaving the emotional figures behind.
Of course, before Yun Che had even breached the sacred boundaries of the Cradle's space, the booming, newly emotional voice of Mo Su rang out, echoing across the void: "No one is permitted to approach this place! I require absolute, undisturbed privacy!"
They definitely had an eternity of things to talk about.
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With a final flash of crimson profound light, Yun Che swiftly departed the hallowed space of the Cradle. He materialized within one of the most ancient and heavily fortified citadels nestled deep within the Pure Land of Abyss.
Inside the castle's massive, echoing hall, four figures stood waiting. They had been waiting for an eternity, their immense profound energy strained by the sheer anxiety of the moment. The instant Yun Che appeared, their carefully maintained composure shattered like glass. They did not walk—they rushed forward, collapsing instantly into a posture of abject reverence, groveling beneath Yun Che's foot.
"Your Majesty!" their voices trembled, thick with raw, ecstatic terror. "Can it truly… truly be done?!"
Who else would display such a desperate mix of supreme power and absolute subservience if not the leaders of the great kingdoms? They were the Gods and the Divine Sons of the Moon and Star Divine Kingdoms.
The Moon Divine Son and the Star Divine Son both shouted the question in unison once more, their voices cracking with sheer yearning: "YOUR MAJESTY… CAN IT REALLY BE DONE?!!!"
Beside the two frantic Divine Sons, their respective Divine Regents, the Moon God and the Star God, looked upon Yun Che. Their eyes were swirling vortexes of extreme excitement, desperate yearning, profound respect, and deep, instinctive fear.
"Sha Xing…"
"Xian Yue…"
Yet, even in the face of this monumental event, as true Gods, they were obligated to maintain their divine dignity and the order of the hierarchy.
"If His Majesty has decreed it, how could you possibly doubt His Majesty's power?" Both Gods sharply reminded their Divine Sons, their tones a mix of reprimand and awe.
"...We apologize, Your Majesty," the Divine Sons stammered. "We were overcome by the moment. We hope Your Majesty does not take offense…"
Realizing their profound lapse in decorum, the two quickly backed away, kneeling once more as they offered a humble apology to the Emperor before them. They tried desperately to calm their racing hearts, but everyone in the silent hall could still hear the frantic, rhythmic drumming of their powerful, yearning heartbeats.
Yun Che regarded the four kneeling figures, his gaze calm. He understood their desperation; this was not mere political ambition, but a profound, necessary transformation.
"Sit down, and cast away all of your guard, both of you," he commanded, his voice devoid of judgment, recognizing the fever pitch of the two Divine Sons' excitement.
"YES! IMMEDIATELY, YOUR MAJESTY!"Sha Xing and Xian Yue shouted in simultaneous, trembling eagerness.
They immediately began to tear at the silks and profound robes covering their bodies, preparing their flesh for the monumental Profound Energy infusion.
"Keep your clothes on,"Yun Che reminded them, a faint note of exasperation in his tone. The creation of a True God under his power did not require such unnecessary display.
"..."
"..."
The two Divine Sons froze, their faces flushing with equal parts embarrassment and anticipation. They quickly ceased their action, settling instead into the required profound meditation posture, their hearts still pounding violently against their ribs.
The rest of the day swiftly dissolved into a tempest of blinding profound light and earth-shaking energy fluctuation. When the chaos subsided, a monumental reality was cemented: two newly awakened beings—Perfect Divine Essence cultivators—had been forcefully birthed into the world under the aegis of the Emperor.
Knowing that the time for preparation was rapidly closing in, and with their decisions already finalized and resolute, the two Gods performed the ultimate sacrifice. With a profound, ancient rite, they willingly passed the entirety of their Divinity directly into their newly transformed Divine Sons.
In a single, glorious moment, Sha Xing and Xian Yue ascended, becoming Perfect True Gods. Their power was purer and mightier than the generation before them, ready to serve the new era.
Today marked the fourth day within the seven-day time limit that Yun Che had imposed. By the end of this week, he would people of the Abyss and lead them out of their prison plane and into the Eternal Pure Land of the Primal Chaos, forever changing the course of their history.
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That night, a profound energy ripple announced Yun Che's arrival at another ancient, isolated tower—a structure that radiated power even among the great fortresses of the Pure Land.
Inside, three figures awaited him. Yet, this time, Yun Che did not come alone.
Beside the Emperor stood a woman whose majestic, golden-hued presence and divine figure were renowned throughout the Primal Chaos. Her heavenly beauty shone brighter than almost anyone else in the entire world—it was, of course, Qianye Ying'er. Her aura was sharp, domineering, and overwhelmingly golden, casting the entire room in a brilliant, imperious glow.
But her breathtaking splendor was momentarily dimmed, surpassed only by the other woman in the room. This woman's beauty was quiet, untouchable, and sublimely ethereal, the very embodiment of the moon itself. Her figure was instantly recognizable: Xia Qingyue.
Beside Xia Qingyue, two other older, powerfully built figures could be seen, their auras restrained but their power undeniable. The moment Yun Che and Qianye Ying'er materialized, the two older figures instantly rose from their seats. They did not hesitate for even a fraction of a second, immediately falling into a deep, respectful bow towards Yun Che.