"BOOOOMMMMMM!!!!"
"ROARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"
The two Abyssal Beasts did not halt their assault even after the divine body had fallen into ruin. Under Yun Che's absolute control, they unleashed their full might, determined to extinguish every last trace of life before them!
The corruptive power of the Abyssal dust spread like an unstoppable tide, devouring the shattered remains of the fallen god. As his broken body crumbled into nothingness, the vile corruption began to creep toward his very soul.
At that moment, Dian Rahu made his decision!
With his body already lost, his Divine Soul tore free, desperately attempting to escape!
He had miscalculated. He had allowed the Qilin to flee into the deeper regions of the Endless Fog Sea, and by choosing to fight in this accursed place, he had handed the beasts a perfect advantage. But this mistake would not happen again!
"Just you wait! When I reconstruct my body, I will return and slaughter every last one of you!"
With a furious, silent roar, his soul shot into the distance, vanishing into the darkness!
"Yun Che, his soul! It's trying to flee!!!"
Li Suo's urgent voice roared within Yun Che's mind.
No matter how powerful a True God was—destroying their body meant nothing!
Their Divine Soul was the true essence of their existence. As long as it remained intact, they could be reborn!
If Dian Rahu's soul escaped, then everything Yun Che had fought for… would be for nothing!
Yet, as the seconds passed, Yun Che did not move. In fact—his body was trembling violently, blood gushing from all his orifices like a shattered dam. "Ugh…" A pained groan escaped his lips as his knees buckled, forcing him to one knee. His vision swayed, yet he forced himself to stare at the fleeing Divine Soul, even as waves of unbearable agony wracked his entire body.
"Yun Che?!!!" Li Suo's voice turned from urgency to alarm.
She quickly shifted her focus back to Yun Che—only now realizing the dreadful price he was paying!
The toll of activating God Ashes, commanding two Abyssal Beasts at the Level Nine Divine Limit Realm, and unleashing three Dragon God Roars had begun its devastating rebound!
His energy was plummeting at an unfathomable rate—his power collapsing from Mid-stage Divine Limit Realm to Early-stage and going lower in mere moments!
"I…" Yun Che clenched his fists, his breathing ragged. He wanted to chase after the fleeing Divine Soul.
But his body… it could no longer move!
He had no strength left!
He have already used everything in this fight!
"But you cannot let him go! Get up!"
Li Suo's voice rang out with desperation as she sensed the fleeing soul getting further and further away.
Yet, Yun Che truly could not move!
If this continued, it would lead to the worst possible outcome! The very thought sent a surge of determination through Li Suo's mind. She gritted her teeth, making a swift decision—one that came at a heavy cost.
"You'd better use this well!"
In an instant, a brilliant, pure-white light profound energy erupted from Yun Che's soul, flooding into his shattered body. His grievous injuries—both physical and spiritual—began to heal at a speed that could only be described as terrifying!
Yun Che's muddled consciousness snapped back as clarity surged through his mind.
"Li Suo…"
His hoarse voice trembled as he felt the miraculous transformation taking place. He had no idea what technique she had just used, but he knew—the price must be enormous!
Yet, there was no time to dwell on it.
His power erupted once more, surging through his body as his cultivation climbed back to its peak in an instant! The sustaining God Ashes state was more stable than ever!
High above, in the abyssal sky above the fleeing soul—a colossal Ancient Dragon God took shape, its divine presence shaking the void itself.
Then—
"ROOOOAAAAARRRR!!!!"
The dragon unleashed a soul-shattering roar—far more powerful than before!
The very heavens trembled, and the escaping Divine Soul was instantly engulfed in its wrath!
"Ughhhhhh!!!!!!!"
Dian Rahu's very essence shuddered violently, his fleeing soul spasming in agony as it nearly collapsed on the spot!
He had thought he was safe—he had fled an unfathomable distance, and they hadn't even chased after him!
How could he have known that Yun Che would still be able to strike him down with the Dragon God Roar from such a distance?!
The Abyssal Dust, already gnawing away at his decaying Divine Soul, fused with the devastating force of the Dragon God's roar—a ruthless assault that left his very existence teetering on the brink of total annihilation!
This was the moment!
"SEAL!!!!"
With a decisive wave of his hand, Yun Che unleashed one of the Dreamweaver's Divine Soul Techniques, his profound energy surging as he forcibly locked Dian Rahu's shattered soul in place!
The broken Divine Soul froze, unable to move, as a dense, inky-black Abyssal Dust engulfed it completely—so thick, so heavy, that it devoured all light, plunging everything around it into absolute darkness!
Soon, the trapped Divine Soul, encased within the suffocating Abyssal Dust, drifted through the air before landing squarely in Yun Che's palm.
With the Divine Technique he had used—and considering how weakened the God's soul was—resisting was pointless.
It was completely sealed.
The God had truly fallen!
And if Yun Che wished, he could obliterate the soul right now—bringing about a true death, even for a True God!
Today…
It had been less than a decade since Yun Che arrived in the Abyss, and yet, today, he had done the impossible.
He had defeated a True God!
With the combined might of the Abyssal Dragon Lord, the Abyssal Qilin Beast, and Li Suo—he, no… they—had defeated a True God!
A real True God!
And not just any True God—
But the strongest True God of the Divine Kingdom!
It had taken everything he had.
But he did it.
They did it!
Yun Che turned his gaze toward the two colossal Abyssal Beasts in the far distance, their massive forms looming over the ruined abyss like immovable titans. Their once-wrathful presence had dimmed, their postures of absolute submission.
The Abyssal Dust swirled violently around them, continuously being absorbed into their bodies, fueling their overwhelming existence. Their sheer size and pressure were enough to suffocate all in their surroundings.
A deep, ancient resonance stirred within his blood, a connection that felt as though it had existed for eternity. The moment this new Dragon Lord Abyssal Beast had been reborn into existence, the Dragon God's legacy within him had reacted instinctively, as if recognizing an old truth that had merely been waiting to be reaffirmed.
His Dragon God bloodline—the purest and most supreme of all dragons—pulsed with overwhelming authority. His draconic aura, so pure and ancient, stirred an instinctual connection within the Abyssal Beast, as if it had found the one existence it could never defy.
A beast born in darkness, forged from calamity and despair, had yielded—completely and utterly.
Before long, the unseen chains of dominance tightened, shackling the Abyssal Beast's very will. It was no longer a mindless force of destruction, no longer a beast that roamed untamed within the abyss.
It now belonged to Yun Che.
He had not just subdued it—he had conquered it.
He now possessed another Abyssal Beast.
And not just any Abyssal Beast—
One at the late stage of the Divine Limited Realm!
A power so vast, so overwhelming, that even within this cursed abyss, where twisted monstrosities reigned supreme, it stood at the absolute peak of destruction.
Even though the Abyssal Dragon Lord had lost a portion of its cultivation, falling from the Peak of Level Nine in the Divine Limited Realm to the Early Stage of Level Nine, the difference was meaningless.
Its presence alone carried the weight of utter devastation. It was still an unstoppable calamity.
And here, within the Endless Fog Sea, where all logic and order crumbled, where the abyss devoured everything—
It was almost indestructible.
And now— It belonged to him.
Its colossal, abyssal form stood like an unmovable fortress, an unrivaled war machine built for nothing but absolute destruction.
Though its strength no longer matched its peak in life, it was still more than enough—
Enough to dominate this battlefield.
This victory…
It had only been possible because of Yun Che's precise execution.
The location, the plans… and Li Suo.
His thoughts instantly drifted toward the Sky Poison Pearl, deep within his soul. The moment his consciousness entered, he was greeted by Hong'er's panicked shouting, her voice filled with worry.
Nearby, You'er stood silently, watching. Though she did not speak, her expression was filled with the same concern.
"Big White Sister says she needs some time to sleep. Don't disturb her!" Hong'er huffed, folding her arms as if trying to shield Li Suo from any further burden.
"Un." Yun Che nodded, his expression softening.
He had already expected this.
It seemed his debt toward Li Suo would only continue to grow. At this rate… wouldn't he have to use his body to repay her kindness toward him?!
That thought alone made his expression twitch slightly, but he quickly pushed it aside.
Every time Yun Che broke through in his cultivation, Li Suo's strength grew alongside him. The ancient Creation God's Soul continued to recover, and with it, more and more fragments of her past self resurfaced.
He was certain that the technique she had used earlier—the one that had healed both his body and soul at such an unimaginable speed—had come at a tremendous cost.
But he did not press any further. Not because he didn't want to, but right now, he cannot afford it. With everything that happens today, he is sure other Gods will be coming soon!
Just like before—when she had first aided him—he knew that once her soul fully recovered, she would return on her own.
And until that moment came, all he could do… was wait.
With that thought in mind, Yun Che's consciousness left the Sky Poison Pearl's world, but not before handing Hong'er a sword and giving You'er a cake—a silent gesture of gratitude.
As his eyes reopened to the ashen abyss, he stood amidst the grey, distorted world—
His mind replaying everything that had led to this moment.
His Dragon God Soul's roar had stunned the True God, creating the perfect opening for the Abyssal Beasts to unleash their onslaught.
And in that split-second—
The Dragon Lord's attack had landed with full force, followed by the Qilin's relentless assault, their combined strikes tearing through Dian Rahu's defenses.
Each time Dian Rahu struggled to gather his profound energy, Yun Che would shatter it with another Dragon God Roar, disrupting the True God's flow and further weakening his soul.
And it hadn't stopped there—
Yun Che had even resorted to using Dreamweaver Soul Divine Arts, weaving illusions and soul-wounding techniques to erode Dian Rahu's will with every passing second.
It had been a success.
No…
It could have been a total failure.
If not for Li Suo…
This would have ended in disaster.
He had taken a gamble—one that had almost cost him everything.
But Li Suo… Because of her… Because of this Creation God's intervention— He had won!
His fingers curled into a tight fist, his knuckles turning white as he gazed into the ashen abyss, his expression unreadable as he looked into far distance.
Far away in a distance...
A figure rushed forward, trembling... his divine aura flickering with urgency, his expression twisted with shock and disbelief. He didn't even have time to check his own injured bloody body.
"What...?"
Dian Mokai.
The moment he had sensed his Lord's power raging in battle, he had forced himself to return—pushing through exhaustion, pain, and the lingering effects of his escape from the extreme depths of the Endless Fog.
But now— His Lord's aura— Had turned weak. And then— Had completely disappeared.
"What... happened..." His voice trembled, his mind reeling.
Because of his weakened state, his Divine Senses could not reach far enough to grasp what had transpired. He had no idea. No idea that Dian Rahu was dead. No idea that his soul had been sealed. No idea that the strongest True God had fallen.
And he also has no idea that now, three pairs of eyes had now locked onto him.
Two were not human—their massive, beastly gazes gleaming like abyssal stars.
The last pair of eyes… belonged to a man. Eyes like an endless void— Eyes filled with deep, unfathomable darkness.
Yun Che and the Abyssal Beasts fixed their gaze upon the pitiful old man—a once-mighty figure now reduced to a broken shadow of his former self.
He had expended everything, desperately fleeing from the nightmarish beasts lurking in the depths of the Endless Fog Sea.
His body was battered, his soul riddled with wounds, his strength drained to its very limits—hanging by a fragile thread that could snap at any moment.
And just like his lord, in the end…
He, too, failed to escape.
The gray, corrosive abyss had claimed him—just as it had claimed all others who dared to defy its will.
The battle did not last long—Dian Mokai had already been weakened to an extreme degree, his power hanging by a thread.
Soon, Yun Che attempted to summon the Abyssal Dust, intending to let it descend upon the old man's broken, corroded corpse.
Yet… perhaps luck was not on his side.
It failed.
The Abyssal Dust, an existence that devoured all without mercy, still did its work—corroding, consuming, and erasing everything. In mere moments, there was nothing left of the once-proud Elder of the Boundless Divine Kingdom.
"What a pity."
Yun Che sighed as he watched the last remnants of Dian Mokai's body and soul fade into nothingness. He could only shake his head in quiet disappointment.
Without another word, he activated the Ni Yuan Stone, its power veiling his presence completely.
Shrouded in darkness, Yun Che and the Abyssal Beasts slowly disappeared into the abyss, vanishing into the eternal gray void.
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In a land untouched by Abyssal Dust, the most sacred place in the entire Abyss—
A gathering of supreme beings stood side by side.
They were the strongest existences of the Abyssal World, their very presence capable of shaking the fabric of reality itself.
And before them—
The Abyssal Monarch stood in solemn silence, his gaze heavy with unspoken gravity.
Before them lay six Divine Statues, each one radiating a faint glow that represented the divine power of their respective Gods.
Yet, something was wrong.
Five of the statues stood dim and lifeless, their power long since faded, leaving only small clusters of lingering soul fragments within.
But one—
One was different.
One statue blazed with divine radiance, its light blinding, shining far brighter than the rest.
It was like a second sun, piercing through the sacred hall with an overwhelming aura of divinity.
Yet, because of this very brilliance—
Every figure present wore the same solemn expression.
They all understood what this meant.
When a God Child of the Divine Kingdom ascended to a True God, it because they would inherit the power of their predecessor, drawing upon the God Source, leaving the statue empty—its light forever extinguished.
But for one to suddenly light up again—
For its divine power to return—
There could only be one explanation.
A God had fallen.
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"Divine Son Dian… there is a Divine Message from the Abyssal Monarch…"
The elder's hands trembled as he carefully presented a communication talisman before Dian Jiuzhi. His face was pale, his breath uneven, as though he were holding something that could decide the fate of an entire kingdom.
But this was no ordinary talisman—
It was an artifact of the Gods, personally crafted by none other than Ancient True God, High Priest Wan Dao!
A master of divine formations, High Priest Wan Dao had forged this long-range communication talisman exclusively for the use of the Gods. Such a treasure was never casually used—for its activation meant that matters of the utmost importance were at hand.
Before the elder had escorted Dian Jiuzhi away from the Endless Fog Sea, God Dian Rahu himself had entrusted him with this very talisman.
And now—
It had been activated.
"A… message from the Abyssal Monarch?!"
Dian Jiuzhi's heart shook violently.
For this priceless talisman to be used…
Something monumental had happened.
With his trembling hand, Dian Jiuzhi reached for the talisman, his fingers barely grazing its surface as he prepared to respond.
Yet—
Before he could utter a single word, a voice suddenly erupted from within—
A voice that was unmistakable, one that could shake the heavens and earth with its mere presence.
The voice of the Abyssal Monarch!
"Dian Rahu, the Boundless End Divine Regent, has fallen!"
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Dian Jiuzhi's mind reeled, his thoughts in complete disarray. For a moment, he believed he had misheard.
So did the other elders of the Boundless Divine Kingdom.
But as their gazes met—
As they saw the pale horror reflected in each other's eyes—
Reality sank in like an unstoppable abyss.
Their knees weakened, their faces drained of all color, turning ashen white.
"Thud…"
One by one, Dian Jiuzhi and the elders collapsed onto the gray, lifeless earth of the Endless Fog.
Their bodies trembled, their souls quivered, their minds shattered under the weight of the truth.
Their Lord—
Their God—
Had fallen.