As You'er quietly finished the largest meal she had ever eaten in her existence, the soft shimmer of satisfaction danced in her violet eyes. Her small hands, once trembling from exhaustion, now rested gently upon her lap as warmth coursed through her soul. She moved closer to Yun Che without a word and, just like her other half, lay down beside Hong'er—her glowing form nestling gently into the crook of Yun Che's other leg.
Within moments, both girls had succumbed to the embrace of sleep. Their peaceful breathing, like the soft rustle of leaves in a forgotten spring, echoed faintly in the quiet void.
Yun Che slowly exhaled.
He cast one final look at the pair as rare calm settled into his heart as he gently brushed aside a stray strand of Hong'er's crimson hair and pulled his cloak lightly over them both, shielding them from the cold aura of this realm, even though they didn't need it.
Then, he closed his eyes.
No longer rushing. No longer burdened by the storms in his soul.
The chaos had passed. The screams had dulled. Now, with the faint law of death flowing silently within him, Yun Che sat motionless and entered meditation.
And Death… still stood where he was, not having moved since the moment he gave Yun Che the crystal. His eyes, half-closed, continued to observe the void as if measuring the last fragments of time. The aura surrounding him remained unchanged—but the silence that hung between them was filled with understanding.
If everything until now had come to pass exactly as it did, it meant Death had foreseen it all. There was no reason to question, no reason to doubt. From the moment Death pulled Yun Che into this world… to the trials, to the pain, to the rebirth of his soul… and now, even to the playful chaos brought on by Hong'er and You'er…
Death must have known.
After all, Death had once separated the Goddess of Life herself—Li Suo—from Yun Che's soul.
If he could touch the divine essence of life and draw it into flesh, was it really so hard to believe that he had also drawn Hong'er and You'er out from Yun Che's soul during those countless years of training?
Perhaps, during that silent eternity, they too had spoken… fought… laughed… understood each other beyond what Yun Che could imagine.
As these thoughts drifted gently through his mind, Yun Che allowed himself to fall deeper into meditation—no longer just to process what he had absorbed, but to harmonize it, to allow the Law of Death to fully integrate with the Infinite Worlds within him.
"RUMBLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
A deafening roar echoed across the vast space of Yun Che's Profound Vein—the Infinite Worlds, long dormant in their perfection, suddenly awakened as if struck by the pulse of a beating heart. Every world within him… shook. Trembled. Reacted.
First, with fear.
For the aura that seeped into them—the Law of Death—was an eternal antithesis to all that breathed and pulsed with life. The countless worlds, each with their own evolving laws recoiled. The skies dimmed, the rivers stilled, and mountains bowed low, as though mourning an invisible loss.
But then…
The moment the fragment of the Law of Death found its place at the core of Yun Che's boundless cosmos, a shift occurred—an irreversible change that swept through every fiber of his existence. The fear gave way to awe. And then, awe gave way to hunger.
As if they understood. As if every world had long awaited this missing piece.
The worlds began to draw it in—greedily, hungrily. What was once foreign now felt destined. For the cycle was finally complete.
"WHOOOOMMMMMM!!!"
Golden divine light burst forth, not from one, but from all of Yun Che's Infinite Worlds. Like stars igniting in a vast galaxy, they lit up in synchrony—shining with laws that had never before been so clearly defined. Time surged forward. Space stabilized. The winds of karma stirred. And amidst it all, the invisible thread of death wove itself through everything.
Not as destruction… but as renewal.
The Law of Death was not simply an end, but the bridge between ends and beginnings. With it, incarnation was born. A complete cycle.
Birth… life… death… rebirth.
And at the center of it all—Yun Che sat in silence, his body still, his soul vast, his mind immersed in a meditation deeper than ever before. His aura no longer fluctuated. It no longer raged.
It called.
All around him, the universal laws—Time, Space, Cause and Effect, Creation and Destruction—responded. They circled him like celestial rings, trembling, resonating, seeking entry into the divine order now anchored in Yun Che's being.
Even the surrounding death aura of this lifeless plane, once stagnant and cold, stirred with curiosity, gently drawn toward Yun Che like drifting ashes returning to the hearth.
At this moment—within the depths of his soul—Yun Che was no longer just a cultivator. He was becoming a creator.
Not of a single world… But of a complete cosmos, governed by the eternal laws—with Death itself as its final cornerstone.
RUMBLEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
A divine tremor rippled through the Infinite Worlds—so vast, so profound, that it echoed across planes yet unborn. From the very heart of Yun Che's soul, a transformation surged outward, a divine wave that swept through the vast domains birthed within him.
—
In the World of the Sword—
"RUMBLEEEEE!!!!!"
The Heaven Punishing Ancestral Sword, embedded like a divine pillar at the center of its realm, began to hum with an ancient resonance. The world surrounding it responded.
From barren nothingness, rivers carved themselves into the land, mountains rose like blades piercing the heavens, and the skies shimmered with sharp wind currents, each carrying traces of sword intent. Trees grew with steel-like bark, their leaves razor-thin. Crystalline oceans reflected the endless sky above—an infinite plane of blades.
And then—life emerged.
Born directly of the sword's aura, they were beings of cutting edge and clarity—bodies tempered like blades, minds forged in stillness. Each was born with an innate connection to the supreme sword dao, and their very constitution pulsed with the highest form of sword essence.
—
In the World of the Phoenix—
"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The air sizzled. The land convulsed. A world of fire erupted into existence.
Mountains were made of molten rock, glowing rivers of magma weaved through the land like golden serpents. From the flaming skies, clouds of ash swirled with divine heat, casting reflections of a massive phoenix silhouette soaring above all.
From the heart of the world, the Phoenix Flame Soul, long sealed within Yun Che, diffused its essence into the surrounding laws, shaping the terrain and seeding life.
Beings born of flame, with fiery feathers, ember-like hair, and molten auras began to walk the land. Unlike the sharpness of the sword world, this one burned with emotion, willpower, and intensity. And each creature carried in its blood the faint echo of the Primordial Phoenix.
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In the World of the Dragon—
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
The heavens cracked as a titanic roar resounded—one that echoed across all realms, proclaiming sovereignty.
From above, the soul of the Primordial Azure Dragon God shimmered like a celestial constellation, and as its majestic spirit wove into the laws of the world, the land responded.
Sky-piercing peaks carved in ancient scales emerged. Thunderclouds bloomed with elemental lightning. Deep oceans churned with raw power. The ground pulsed as veins of draconic essence spread through the core of the planet.
Beings with horns, wings, claws, and draconic eyes—creatures born of strength, majesty, and might—began to emerge. Each lifeform possessed a unique elemental affinity shaped by the Azure Dragon's soul: wind dragons, water serpents, flame wyverns, and more.
—
And across all other worlds...
Where the souls of ancient beasts did not reign, the most dominant of Yun Che's cultivated laws took hold. Some worlds birthed realms of nothingness, where silence and void created a place of pure spiritual evolution. Others took the form of elemental harmonies—wind, ice, lightning, darkness, earth—all shaped by the energies that Yun Che once controlled or mastered.
These were not simply dream worlds—they were living, breathing realms. Ecosystems. Societies. Civilizations waiting to flourish. They were a mirror of Yun Che's soul... and now, with the Law of Death completing the cycle, they were capable of sustaining true life.
Yun Che, in his deep meditation, could feel it all. Every heartbeat of those worlds, every law anchoring itself into harmony. The sorrow of death, the warmth of birth, the ever-turning wheel of reincarnation… his Infinite Worlds had finally become whole.
And they were no longer just his.
They had become the foundation of something far greater—a new genesis.
The sky spread wide like divine scrolls unrolling across eternity, as land took shape beneath them, breathing with new rhythm. The air shimmered with boundless vitality. From every crevice of Yun Che's Infinite Worlds, life began to stir—fragile, flickering, yet filled with potential.
From fire to storm, from water to void, each world bore the mark of a different law, a different essence of Yun Che. Lifeforms, though still in their infancy, began to crawl, to walk, to fly. Some cried out in infant roars. Some whispered songs of the wind. Some blinked open eyes filled with instinct and curiosity. And in all of them, one thing pulsed—life.
Life that stemmed from Yun Che himself.
Amidst this majestic birthing of realms and beings, Yun Che's entire being trembled.
He could feel it—not just see it, not just sense it, but feel it—the aura of life rising from across all of his worlds. It rushed into him like a tide. Not as a force of chaos, but as an offering, a return of energy to its origin. As if every living being that was born within his worlds gifted him a part of themselves... as if their existence was his enlightenment.
His blood grew hot. His soul surged. His body, forged from the Body of the Ancestral Goddess, shimmered as it drank in this infinite offering. His divine soul, long prepared through ten thousand years of trials and rebirth within Death's domain, pulsed with golden brilliance.
And then—"CRACKKKKKKK!!!!"
A shattering sound roared through the plane of death. From within Yun Che's body, golden cracks of light spread like divine lightning across his skin.
A radiant glow erupted from him—not merely profound energy, not just divine essence—but the very will of creation. The plane trembled. The River of Life Essence wailed and rejoiced. Even the death aura, which blanketed all things, receded as if bowing before something greater.
And then—BOOM!!!
His mortal shell shattered.
From within that brilliant rupture, a new light surged forth—his cultivation, no longer bound by mortal limits, soared like a phoenix igniting the sky!
He had crossed the threshold. He had broken through.
Yun Che had directly stepped into the realm of the Gods.
Not merely by absorbing treasures. Not by relying on the strength of others. But by crafting a universe, by enduring death and reincarnation, by birthing life and receiving its blessing.
And as Yun Che was stabilizing the divine power surging within him—his breath flowing with the rhythm of newly born worlds, his aura intertwined with life, death, and rebirth—a faint light shimmered before him, like moonlight parting the deepest veil of night.
A figure in white descended.
Her form was radiant, yet gentle—like the first snowfall upon a quiet forest, like the final light of day brushing the edge of a still lake. Her beauty was celestial, untouched, and solemn. Li Suo, the Goddess of Life, stood before him once more—her face calm, but her eyes tender.
She looked at Yun Che, whose eyes remained shut in meditation, his soul still resonating with the Laws. And then she spoke—not loudly, but with a grace that seemed to ripple through the laws of all existence.
"Go… Although I, too, hold the power to bring you back into the cycle, it is better… that it is done by him."
Her voice carried no reluctance, only understanding—an acknowledgment of her own place and his.
Upon her hand floated a gentle green light, luminous and pure. A Life Essence, pure and innocent as a child. It trembled at her words, and then slowly… knelt.
With reverence and sorrowful longing, the Life Essence bowed before the Goddess of Life—its origin, its mother.
And then, as if answering her silent command, the Essence drifted toward Yun Che's still form. For a moment, the world stilled. Then—
WOOOOOSH—
Yun Che's body shuddered, a light pulse passing through his chest. But he did not resist. With a serene breath, his divine will gently guided the Life Essence not into himself—but into one of his Infinite Worlds.
That world, until now barren and silent, roared to life.
From the soil, flowers burst forth in joyous bloom. The once-blank land swelled with rolling green. Trees unfurled from the ground like sleeping giants stretching toward the sun. Vines curled, grass blanketed hills, and winds began to carry the breath of the world.
Nature had arrived.
And at its heart, the Life Essence swirled with emerald brilliance, slowly condensing… transforming… becoming. Her form, elegant and ethereal, began to shape itself—like a flower opening after a thousand years of slumber under a rain long waited.
From death's silence, she brought song. From void, she bore life.
A new world was born—and within it, she bloomed.
Emerald-green hair, reminiscent of the lushest forest leaves glistening under spring rain, cascaded down her back like a flowing waterfall of life. Her eyes, like polished fluorite, shimmered with a crystal-clear radiance—each glance glowing softly, as if the essence of the world itself had been gathered within them. Long, delicate ears extended gracefully from her hair, the hallmark of the Wood Spirit race, affirming her origin not merely as a creation, but as a being birthed from nature's own heart.
Her skin, flawless and smooth like the purest jade, held a faint, divine luminescence—neither mortal nor immortal, but something wholly sacred. She did not appear as one reborn, but as one who had merely awakened. Though her form was new, the soul that stirred within her had memory... consciousness... and longing.
She was not a newborn soul. She was her—the very Life Essence Li Suo once save, now reborn as a divine spirit of the world. A living testament to the culmination of life's cycle.
And then, she felt it. His presence.
Her breath caught, her gaze turned, and the moment her eyes found Yun Che, a brilliance surged across her face—an expression so beautiful, so innocent, it outshone the wildflowers now blooming across the world. With a grace untouched by the mortal world, she moved—each step light and effortless, as though the very wind parted for her. Her emerald strands danced behind her, trailing fragrance and light, and in the next heartbeat—
She was in his embrace.
As if time itself paused for her, she clung to him with arms that trembled not with fear, but with relief and joy. Her body pressed gently against his chest, her fingers curled tightly into his robe, as though afraid he might vanish again.
In this moment, the stars paled. The flowers stilled. And in all of Yun Che's infinite worlds, nothing bloomed more radiantly than her.
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"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!"
In the God Realm, amidst the already unrelenting chaos wrought by the Devil's Hate—a force so vile it had driven the world to the edge of madness—this final explosion resounded like the tolling of a death knell, echoing through every remaining sliver of sanity left in those who still clung to it.
For that sound… that shattering, soul-piercing sound… was the cry of the Primordial Chaos Wall collapsing.
The very instant it rang out, across all forty thousand worlds of the God Realm—across every sun and star, every planet and plane—a bone-deep chill pierced the hearts of all beings. Mortal or Mortal Divine Way practitioners, whether they crawled upon the earth or stood atop the highest thrones, none were spared. Their blood turned cold… and then it boiled with a hate not their own.
"KILL!!" The silent scream echoed in every mind, as if some ancient curse awakened within them.
Without warning, all erupted. Power surged from every corner of the cosmos. Blood rained from the skies as the realms themselves wept.
Friend turned against friend. Parent struck child. Beasts tore through the skies. Humans ripped each other limb from limb.
The world became a sea of madness, every street, every plain, every sacred ground drenched in blood and littered with bodies. No reason, no memory, no bond remained—only rage. Blinded by hatred, everything and everyone was devouring itself.
The heavens were burning. The lands bled. And the God Realm… was drowning in red.
"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"
Another heart-rending echo tore through the God Realm as the very skies across the Primordial Chaos fractured like shattered glass. The weakened Heavenly Laws—already gasping for survival—trembled as their final threads unraveled beneath the weight of the being that had just stepped into the world.
Even though she had yet to unleash her full strength… her presence alone—an aura soaked in endless, seething hatred—spread across the entirety of the Primordial Chaos, pushing its already dying foundation to the brink of collapse. Every breath of existence, every corner of space, was smothered by her wrath.
From within the growing rift, a pair of eyes emerged—cold, ancient, and boundlessly sorrowful. Then, the figure behind them slowly stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the ruined realms below.
"You... really... have died..."
The words escaped her lips not in fury, but in despair—as if the last thread keeping her from unraveling had just snapped.
Within her overwhelming power that now blanketed the world, she searched—desperately—for even a single trace of him: his soul, his breath, his aura. But there was nothing.
Nothing.
His existence had vanished completely.
And that could only mean one thing—he was no longer in this world… no longer alive.
All of her agony… all of her torment… all of her struggle to return—to claw her way back through the abyss of time and fate…
For what? For nothing.
How laughable... how bitter... how utterly, soul-shatteringly hateful.
"THUMPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!"
A deafening heartbeat thundered across the world, each pulse like a war drum tearing through the sky, accompanied by a laughter so twisted, so broken, it made the very stars shudder.
"HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEE... HEHEHEEHEEEHEEEEHEEEHEE!"
"HEHEHEHEHE... HEHEHEHEHE!!!!!"
"THUMPPPP!!!!!!"
"HEHHEHEHEHEEHEEHE!!!"
It was the laughter of a mind unraveling, of a soul that had lost its final tether to sanity. Like a shattered lantern in endless night, she laughed—each sound more hollow, more agonizing than the last—until all that remained was madness.
Her eyes, once holding traces of sorrow and pain, now glowed with a void of bottomless hate. The final sliver of reason within her splintered apart, drowned beneath a flood of torment too deep for any god or devil to endure.
"Make... them... suffer... as long... as... I once... was..."
Her voice, trembling like a dying ember, echoed softly—her final conscious words. And with them, her will disappeared into the abyss.
Like a dying red star vanishing into the void, her form dimmed. Her once-rose-colored hair, a symbol of beauty and life, turned pitch black—twisting with shadows and an aura thick with wrath and despair.
And so, the world bore witness to the birth… of a true nightmare.
She… no longer cared for this world. After all, he—the only reason she once endured—was no longer part of the living. No longer of this realm. Gone.
So, in the final flicker of her consciousness, just before the abyss of madness swallowed her whole, she gave one last command.
And from the rift behind her… nearly a hundred beings stepped forth, each one cloaked in shadow, their forms indistinct and hollow, as if they were puppets carved from hatred itself. They moved without thought, without will—obedient only to her.
The overwhelming, suffocating aura that had thrown the worlds into chaos… halted. But not out of mercy.
No, the suffering had only just begun.
They were not spared.
They were condemned—to suffer for as long as they could still draw breath.
"HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEE!!!"
A distorted laugh echoed once more, shattering the skies as the woman—like a broken doll—lifted her head. Her mouth opened wide in twisted joy as her corrupted power surged forth.
And then, in the far reaches of the Eastern Divine Region, just at the outer edge of the Primordial Chaos…
a black hole bloomed into existence.
Massive and unrelenting, it devoured everything—worlds, stars, life itself—pulling them in with irresistible force. The screams of countless beings echoed through the void, filled with terror, filled with despair.
But none could escape. Not before death claimed them with trembling fear, beneath her unstoppable, deathless might.
"HEHEHEHEHEHE.... HEHEHEHE.... GO!"
Her voice, cracked and mad with satisfaction, rang out as she raised her hand—fingers outstretched.
And with that single motion, a hundred figures wreathed in darkness and malice surged forth like a flood, racing toward the God Realm.
Their descent…
marked the beginning of unending suffering.