Beneath the gray, swirling sky, Yun Che and his group pressed forward, disappearing into the endless stretch of the Endless Fog Sea. Under his direction, they traveled without pause, diving deeper and deeper into that desolate expanse. Time became a blur as they moved across hundreds of millions of miles, traversing the vast Abyss.
Only when Yun Che was certain that no presence followed, that even divine senses could no longer reach them, did he finally bring the group to a halt.
"Here."
At his command, Pan Buwang stepped forward. Without question, he extended his hand, and in a flash of divine power, a vast barrier spread outward—sealing the area completely. The world outside was cut off: no sound could pass through, no force could intrude, and no being could enter or escape.
Yet even then, Yun Che raised his own barrier within the one Pan Buwang had created—smaller, tighter, refined. A silence within a silence. A space untouched even by gods.
Once the second barrier shimmered into place, Yun Che turned.
"Caili. Come here."
His voice was soft, but it left no room for refusal.
Hua Caili stepped forward, the fluttering hem of her snow-white wedding dress brushing lightly against the mist-covered ground. Her cheeks flushed a delicate crimson the moment she noticed the double-layered barrier. Her heart began to race—her thoughts spiraled wildly.
"Brother Yun…" she whispered, her voice barely more than breath.
Her mind wandered despite herself. Clad in white like a bride from heaven, framed by fog and silence, she looked less like a mortal woman and more like a fairy from an immortal dream—so beautiful, so delicate, so impossibly captivating.
But just as her thoughts threatened to sweep her away, Yun Che reached forward.
He drew her gently into his arms.
A soothing light bloomed between them—light profound energy so pure it calmed the soul. It entered her body softly, and within moments, the erratic storm of emotions in her heart began to quiet.
"Don't resist."
His voice echoed in her mind, warm and steady. Not demanding. Not cold. Simply… resolute.
"I wasn't planning to…" she whispered, her voice nearly swallowed by the silence between them. Her cheeks deepened in color, a warm flush spreading across her skin as her body grew inexplicably hot. Her heart pounded, and her breath came just a little faster. She had misunderstood—but how could she not?
Yet in the very next moment, Yun Che did the exact opposite of what her imagination had feared—or hoped.
His hand, now enveloped in a swirling gray aura, slowly reached forward… and gently pressed against the center of her chest.
A pulse of gray profound energy surged into her, smooth yet overwhelming, and in a breath's time, it spread throughout her body like rippling water through stillness.
Hua Caili's eyes widened.
"Th-this… this… this…"She staggered slightly, murmuring in disbelief as the sensation deepened. Her profound veins, her soul, even the structure of her being—all of it was shifting. She could feel it.
It was the same change that had overtaken Pan Buwang.A complete transformation—a compatibility with the Abyssal Dust.
A gift from Yun Che.
She looked up at him, stunned, still trying to grasp the magnitude of what he had just done.
Yun Che met her gaze for only a moment before speaking gently.
"I'll need to speak with Qianying for a while. Can you… give us a moment?"
"...…."
Whatever sweet thoughts had fluttered through Hua Caili's heart only moments before evaporated in an instant—scattered like mist in sunlight. The heat in her cheeks faded, replaced by silent understanding.
She gave a small nod, her expression composed once more, and quietly stepped out of the inner barrier without another word.
"Come in."
The voice was calm—gentle, yet absolute.
Outside the barrier, Hua Caili stood still, her gaze fixed on the soft golden silhouette of Qianye Ying'er as she stepped gracefully past her and into the inner domain. The translucent barrier shimmered faintly before sealing shut behind her, cutting off all sound and divine sense.
And then—
Yun Che's voice echoed outward.
"No matter what happens… please stay outside. Everything… is okay."
The tone sent a ripple through the silence.
It was a strange blend—firm and commanding, yet laced with something rare from Yun Che.
Pleading.
…?????????
Hua Caili and Pan Buwang exchanged glances, both startled by the sudden shift in his tone. No explanation followed. No further words came.
Only silence… and the overwhelming sense that something deeply personal, and perhaps painful, was about to unfold within the sealed world behind the barrier.
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"HMMMM!!!!"
"YOU'VE BEEN LIVING WELL, I SEE?!"
"WAS THE GODDESS OF THE ABYSS GOOD TO YOU?! HAH! YOU COULDN'T EVEN LAST MORE THAN A FEW MINUTES!"
The moment the barrier sealed shut, Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes locked onto Yun Che with blazing intensity. A storm of accusations and sharp words exploded from her lips, each one sharper than the last.
"EVERYONE IN THE GOD REALM WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOUR WELL-BEING—AND HERE YOU ARE, ABOUT TO BE WED TO THE GODDESS OF THE ABYSS!"
"OH, YOUR MAJESTY, TRULY YOUR LECHEROUS TENDENCIES KNOW NO EQUAL!"
Her words came in a wave, unrelenting, each syllable laced with fire. Her radiant face, beautiful and fierce, was twisted in anger—but beneath that fury burned something else. Her eyes, though narrowed with judgment, shimmered faintly with emotion that had nothing to do with rage.
She was furious.But she was also relieved.Because he was alive.
The worry that had clawed at her heart day and night since his disappearance had finally dissolved. Yun Che was here. In front of her. Safe. Whole.
And yet—
That didn't mean she'd forgive him easily.Not after finding out that while the realms suffered in chaos, he was living far too well—pampered, admired, and now even engaged to the most exalted woman of the Abyss.
Her fists clenched. Her heart throbbed. Her pride screamed.
It wasn't just anger.
It was jealousy.Burning, suffocating jealousy.
Because now… there was one more woman who would compete for the heart she had already given everything to.
Over the course of their long journey through the Endless Fog Sea, Yun Che had taken the time to properly introduce each member of the group to one another. Though their circumstances were tense and their destination unknown, the act of sharing names and stories slowly softened the atmosphere.
Qianye Ying'er, sharp and perceptive as ever, quickly pieced together the threads. She came to understand the identities and histories of those who now followed Yun Che, as well as the trials he had faced since arriving in the Abyss. In return, she had briefly explained her own entry into this forsaken realm—a revelation that caused Yun Che to immediately take a detour and settle temporarily in this secluded corner of the fog sea.
As the silence between them stretched, Yun Che turned to her, his voice flat and unwavering.
"Sit down."
It wasn't a request.
But Qianye Ying'er wasn't one to yield so easily. Her eyes narrowed, and her aura flared upward, golden strands of her hair dancing in the suppressed wind.
"Make me… I dare you, Your Majesty."
She stood proud and defiant, her divine aura surging to the sky like a challenge. She might call him emperor, but she was no servant to be ordered around.
And yet, for all her boldness, she knew the truth buried beneath the fire:Their cultivation stood at the same realm—yes—but in the face of Yun Che's power, she could never match him.
What followed did not need to be described in full.
A few short hours later, the once-proud Brahma Goddess lay sprawled across a bed of crystalline ice, her chest rising and falling with desperate breaths, her body trembling with exhaustion... and satisfaction.
Soon, just as he had done with Pan Buwang and Hua Caili, Yun Che had initiated the same miraculous change within her. A wave of gray profound energy had coursed through her, reconstructing her body, aligning her soul—granting her complete compatibility with the Abyssal Dust.
She had become one with this realm.
And as Yun Che rose to his feet, his expression turned solemn, all playfulness gone from his eyes. The weight of his gaze fell upon her.
"Tell me everything."
With her desires fulfilled and her heart finally at ease, the sharp glint in Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes faded into something quieter—something far more solemn. She sat upright, gathering her thoughts, and then met Yun Che's gaze with a seriousness he had rarely seen in her.
"Shortly after you left… after you entered the Abyss, there was an explosion—one that came from the Wall of Primordial Chaos."
—!!!!!!!!!!
Yun Che's eyes widened as a jolt ran through his entire body. His brow twitched, and a long-forgotten ache rose up from the depths of his soul. That name—the Wall of Primordial Chaos—hadn't been spoken aloud in many years.
The last time it had appeared, the Heavenly Slaughter Star God, the woman who had once changed his entire life, had vanished forever. The Devil Emperor, who forcefully rejected the return of her own people for the sake of the world, had left the realm...
But now—now that name returned. And with it, something within his heart began to stir violently.
His pulse quickened. His breath hitched.
A storm raged silently behind his calm expression.
"…Then?" he asked, his voice low but tight with urgency.
As if expecting that exact reaction, Qianye Ying'er gave a slow nod. Her tone remained composed, but her words carried the weight of revelation.
"We went to check it out…"
Her voice trailed off into silence for a moment, and in that silence, Yun Che felt the tension coil like a bowstring within his chest.
"At first, we all thought it was nothing more than an echo from the past," Qianye Ying'er began slowly, her tone calm, yet the gravity in her golden eyes was unmistakable. "Maybe some residual force left behind from that day…"
"So we left after a while."
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle.
"But later—there was another explosion. And then… another."
—!!!!!!!!
Yun Che's eyes narrowed, his breath growing shallow. Every word she spoke pressed harder on his chest, like invisible hands tightening around his heart.
"So of course, under the Devil Empress's lead, we returned to the Wall of Primordial Chaos," she continued, her voice lower now, more solemn. "We went to investigate it again."
"But we couldn't find anything…"
Her golden eyes dimmed slightly—then sharpened again with a piercing light.
"Until… we were about to leave. That's when it happened—another terrifying explosion burst forth from the wall… but this time, it wasn't just sound and force."
"This time, it brought something else with it."
Thump… thump… thumppp…
Yun Che's heart pounded with unnatural force, each beat reverberating through his chest like drums of fate. His body remained still, but his soul had already begun to tremble. It wasn't like the dread he felt when Mo Su had revealed his identity as the Abyssal Monarch…
No.This fear… this storm of emotion surging inside him…
It felt like it had been building for this moment all along.
For something he hadn't yet dared to hope for… or fear.
"Show me your memories!"
Unable to wait any longer, Yun Che's voice rang out with force, his hand already reaching forward as light surged around his fingertips. His demand wasn't harsh—but it was desperate.
He had to see.
He had to know.
Right now.
Sensing the sheer gravity in Yun Che's voice, Qianye Ying'er did not hesitate. With a flick of her hand, a Memory Crystal formed—its surface shimmering with a silver-gold luster, dense with divine power. She guided it gently forward, and without a word, Yun Che pressed his hand against it.
In an instant, the memories surged into his mind.
—!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"THUMP… THUMPPP… THUMPPPPPPP!"
Yun Che's heart pounded like a war drum, each beat louder and faster than the last. His breathing quickened. His vision narrowed.
As the images played out in his mind, his soul began to spiral. The sheer pressure emanating from the moment of impact within the Wall of Primordial Chaos… the aura that bled into the world… it wasn't just destructive—it was transcendent.
A single wisp of that power had caused devastation enough to injure even peak Divine Masters.
And that was only a wisp.
His mind raced—connecting threads, matching what he had seen in the Abyss with what was in the memory. His understanding had grown immensely since arriving in this realm, and now, with that knowledge...
That power—no, that being—it couldn't have come from within this world.
It had to be from beyond the Wall.Outside the Primordial Chaos.
And to survive in the void beyond the boundaries of existence itself, to retain such strength and break through the wall from the other side—that being had to be a True God… or a True Devil.
"THUMP… THUMPPP… THUMPPPPPPP!!"
His heart threatened to tear itself apart. His mind spun faster and faster as another piece of the puzzle slammed into place.
Caizhi… the others… they had recognized it.
That presence…That aura…
It wasn't just familiar.
It was hers.
A whisper echoed through the storm of his thoughts.
Jasmine.
"THUMP… THUMPPP… THUMPPPPPPP… THUMP… THUMPPP… THUMPPPPPPP!"
The pounding of Yun Che's heart echoed like thunderclaps within his chest, each beat more chaotic than the last.
It's impossible…!
The instant the thought surfaced, Yun Che violently rejected it. He shook his head, his breath ragged, his entire body trembling as his soul screamed in turmoil.
No. No… It can't be.
That day—when Jasmine was expelled beyond the Primordial Chaos, her cultivation had only just reached the Peak of the Divine Master Realm. She had not yet stepped into the Divine Extinction Realm, or Divine Limited Realm, let alone Divine Realm of True God!
There's no way she could have survived out there.
That place…The great void beyond the Wall…It was death incarnate. Even the Devil Emperor had spoken of it with reverent caution.
She couldn't have lived—she couldn't have!
"THUMP… THUMPPP… THUMPPPPPPP!"
But the aura in that explosion—its resonance, the essence of it—was unmistakable.He knew it.He had felt it before.In his veins. In his soul.
Jasmine…
His mind screamed.
There had to be something he had missed—something he had overlooked!
He wouldn't—couldn't—let this go.
"No… I won't let this go!"His thoughts howled, unwilling to let another tragedy slip through the cracks of fate.
Last time… the moment he looked away, the moment he failed to pay close enough attention, he had nearly lost Xia Qingyue forever.
That pain—he would not repeat it.
He was Emperor Yun now.He would uncover the truth.He would tear down the wall between worlds if he had to.
And so, in the storm of confusion and defiance, his divine sense surged wildly as every shard of memory ignited within him.
Every moment.Every breath.From that day at the Wall…To his time in the Northern Divine Region…To the very instant he set foot in the Abyss…
It all began flashing before him—again and again.
—!!!!!!!!!
And then—Suddenly.
As if a bolt of lightning had exploded within the storm of his mind, Yun Che's thoughts screeched to a halt. A single memory surged forth, blazing brighter than all the rest.
The Evil Infant Wheel of Myriad Tribulations!
His eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat.
That day… the day Jasmine was expelled from the Primordial Chaos…
She was still the master of the Evil Infant Wheel.
How could he have forgotten?!
His heart slammed violently against his ribs once more, but this time, it wasn't panic.It was clarity.
Among the Heavenly Profound Treasures, there were only two that could shatter the boundaries of the universe—and one that could pierce it.
The Heavenly Punishment Ancestral Sword—now embedded deep within his inner world—was in his possession.
The World Piercer, the spatial divine artifact once wielded by the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor, had been entrusted to Meiyin.
And the last…
The Evil Infant Wheel of Myriad Tribulations—a forbidden artifact of destruction that surpassed imagination—was with Jasmine.
And it was expelled with her…To the outside of the Primordial Chaos.
…
...…
Whatever being had emerged from beyond the Wall… it must have used the Evil Infant Wheel.
But that made things even more confounding.
Could it be… the Devil Emperor?Or perhaps one of the ninety-nine Devil Gods who had twice been expelled beyond the chaos?But if so… why?Why would Jasmine's aura be there too?
As Yun Che found one answer buried in the haze of his thoughts, more and more questions sprang forth like wildfire, each more tangled than the last.
And then came the most terrifying one of all—
If a being of such power had truly entered the God Realm…
With the Heavenly Laws now fractured and weakened…
"THUMP… THUMPPP… THUMPPPPPPP!"
His heart threatened to tear itself apart again, and his mind spiraled into chaos.He felt like he was drowning—not in fear, but in the unknown.
But in that storm of noise, of panic and prophecy and pieces clicking into place—
He suddenly felt warmth.
Qianye Ying'er.
She had silently come to his side, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her embrace was not forceful nor dramatic—just quiet, steady, grounding. Her body pressed gently against his back, her presence wrapping around his like silk through steel.
It wasn't enough to calm the chaos in his soul.But it was enough to anchor it.
Enough to bring him back.
Yun Che closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. The madness faded just enough for clarity to return.
"Thank you…" he said softly, feeling the warmth she offered—so fierce, so unwavering.
"Did you figure something out?" Qianye Ying'er asked behind him, her voice quieter now.
He gave a single nod.
"Yes…"
"As expected of my Emperor…" Qianye Ying'er whispered softly, a trace of pride and tenderness threading through her voice. She didn't ask what Yun Che had discovered—for her, simply standing at his side in this moment was enough.
"What now?" she asked quietly.
Yun Che turned his gaze toward the shrouded fog beyond the barrier, his eyes resolute.
"To mend the God Realm, we must first resolve the chaos within the Abyss."His voice was calm, but carried the weight of ironclad conviction."There may be a way to restore the Heavenly Laws to what they once were… to return balance to the shattered heavens."
He paused, then added,"But to do that—"He clenched his fist slowly, the swirling aura around him growing denser."I need to get stronger…We all do."
His words rang out like a quiet oath—a promise not only to the world, but to himself.
At last, Yun Che's heart and mind were in alignment. He had made his decision.The path ahead was clear.
And with that, the energy within the barrier shifted.
A golden light bloomed suddenly from the center of the sealed space, rippling outward in radiant waves. It pulsed once—twice—before expanding like a heartbeat, touching the edges of the barrier and drawing the attention of even those outside.
Both Pan Buwang and Hua Caili stiffened, their expressions changing as they felt the ripple of golden energy brush against their bodies.
Their hearts skipped a beat.
"What is this…?" Qianye Ying'er murmured, eyes fixed on the light forming before her.
The brilliance was neither blinding nor sharp—it was warm, resonant, as though it came not from the sky, but from within the soul.
And then—
Something strange stirred in her blood.
An ancient sensation. A forgotten whisper.A calling.
Her golden eyes widened. Without thinking, her hand extended toward the light.
And the light… responded.
It drifted toward her, gently, slowly—like it had been waiting for her all this time.
Like it had found its rightful master.
Yun Che watched the scene unfold with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
So he had been right.
The golden radiance—the God Source of the Boundless God Divine Power—resonated with Qianye Ying'er not by coincidence, but by fate. Though born from different origins, its root shared the same divine essence as the Brahma God Divine Power.
Their energies were compatible. Harmonious. Intertwined by the law of origin.
At first, it had merely been a guess. A theory he had tucked away, based on fragmented knowledge and instinct. But now, watching the golden brilliance respond to her—drawn to her—he was certain.
Yet just as the divine light was about to enter Qianye Ying'er's body, Yun Che raised his hand.
And the golden light abruptly halted… then vanished into his palm, sealed once more under his command.
Qianye Ying'er's eyes widened in confusion, but before she could speak—
"Show me every Brahma God Divine Technique," Yun Che said calmly, his voice quiet yet absolute."Do not hold back anything."
…???
Stunned, Qianye Ying'er blinked in disbelief. But though his words had caught her off guard, she didn't question him. She had long passed the point of doubting his intentions.
Without hesitation, she summoned a series of Memory Crystals, each one glowing with refined divine intent, and offered them to him.
Though Yun Che had spent many years alongside her—first in the Northern Divine Region and then across countless trials afterward—he had already become deeply familiar with nearly every technique and forbidden art of the Brahma Monarch God Realm.
But familiarity was not mastery.
And he couldn't afford to miss anything now.
It was a wise decision.
Because among the crystals… he found techniques long forgotten.Obscure arts hidden from even the Brahma Monarch's direct heirs.Secrets only passed down once in a generation.
For the next hour, Yun Che remained motionless, completely immersed as the sea of divine knowledge flowed into him.
By the end of it, he knew everything.
Every profound art.Every divine technique.Every thread of Brahma God power that existed within this world.
And when combined with the memories he had forcefully extracted from Dian Jiuzhi—the former Boundless God—Yun Che now held the complete legacy of both Divine Powers within his soul.
And that…
Was enough.
"Take off your clothes," Yun Che said quietly, his tone carrying neither lust nor playfulness—only calm authority.
Qianye Ying'er arched a brow, the corner of her lips lifting in teasing provocation.
"Oh? Isn't His Majesty afraid that the Abyss Goddess might grow jealous… after being kept waiting for so long?"
But her playful tone quickly faded.
Because Yun Che wasn't teasing.
He was serious.
Seeing the unwavering look in his eyes, Qianye Ying'er's smirk vanished. Without another word, she gracefully slipped out of her robes, letting the silken fabric fall away as she obeyed his command. Clad only in the faint glow of divine light, she lowered herself into a seated position before him, legs folded, posture poised—elegant even in vulnerability.
Yun Che knelt before her, his hands already aglow with radiance.
"Before I let you inherit the God Source… I want to first give you a Perfect Divine Essence."
—?????!!!!!!
Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. Her mind spun.
She had only been in the Abyss a short time. Despite all her efforts to absorb its knowledge, to study the systems and powers that governed this foreign realm, there were still truths hidden from her reach.
But there was one fact she knew with certainty.
That all current True Gods in this world—excluding only the Abyssal Monarch and the four High Priests—had achieved godhood through the inheritance of a God Source.
And now…
Yun Che wasn't just giving her that.
He was saying something far greater.
He would make her not only a True God… but a Perfect one.
"THUMP… THUMPPP… THUMPPPPPPP!"
This time, it was her heart that thundered in her chest, wild and unrestrained. Her breathing grew uneven, her thoughts chaotic.
But then—
A gentle warmth flooded her soul.
Yun Che's Light Profound Energy enveloped her like a cradle of stars, calming the storm inside her, soothing the chaos in her blood and mind alike.
His voice came soft, close, and full of unshakable purpose.
"This will hurt a bit…""…but after this—you will be a God.""A Perfect God."