Chapter 630: When Yin and Yang are balanced, Heaven and Earth unite; when Yin and Yang are reversed, Heaven and Earth are negated

Crimson tongues of flame rose from the void, and the creation landscape, which had been hidden behind the cosmic background since the cooling of the universe, reappeared in the world.

Warm and scorching, like a womb nurturing all matter, it swirled to completely envelop Orikan, pouring into his mechanical body.

The matter that constituted his existence, his will, and his body was returned to pure energy in an instant. This was the energy that determined the physical laws of the universe, acting as the skeleton of the reality universe and composing the body of the C'tan. Bathing in this energy, Orikan ascended.

"That is... how is that possible?" Trazyn looked at the scene before him in disbelief.

"Isn't a genius mind responsible for turning the impossible into the possible?" Trazyn let out a laugh, gazing with Trazyn at the scene among the stars.

Orikan had disappeared into the void, and in his place came a violent solar storm. Whether it was Trazyn's fleet, the human fleet, or even the World Engine, all shook violently in this solar wind.

Looking out, the darkness between the stars was gone; only energy light like silk rippled throughout the Xindu system. Those distant stars shone brightly behind the bands of light, seemingly transmitting their own energy to the Xindu system, and where that energy was delivered...

Trazyn's heart beat violently a few times.

He had once heard rumors that Orikan had mastered a technique to transform himself into light.

Now, Trazyn finally understood the truth behind that rumor.

It was not a transformation.

It was an ascension.

A Necron had completed an ascension at this very moment, becoming the existence that had once destroyed and enslaved their race.

After an unknown number of ages, a brand-new god had been born in the material universe.

"If the Silent King had believed in Orikan instead of me back then, this would be the future of the Necron race," Trazyn said.

An infinite sense of transcendence enveloped Orikan.

The energy of the universe poured into his parched body, transforming his cramped material form into a pure tide of energy.

Although it was only for a brief moment, He was already a complete transcendent, having more right to claim Himself a god of the material universe than those shattered gods.

But the "divinity" that followed almost drowned Orikan's existence.

That "divinity" was not noble; it had no vitality, only greed; no pride, only arrogance.

Orikan's connection to the universe was so intimate that He could not distinguish the difference between Himself and this world. As He looked out, all things, all beings, and all thoughts became so small, pathetic, trivial, and ridiculous.

Those pains, those struggles, those self-esteems, those fears, those excitements all seemed to turn into a ridiculous footnote in the cold universe, their only value being to stir up a bit of pleasure in His eternal and long-lasting thoughts.

And beyond this, the more massive emotion that drowned Him was pain—an indescribable pain.

Orikan looked out, looking at the zodiac of the universe, the dimensions of reality, and the overlapping stars.

Wounds—horrifying wounds were entrenched upon their world.

The universe itself was eroded and riddled with holes; reality had become thin and unbearable. Most of the infinite dimensions were drowned by the tides of Chaos, and twisted tentacles swallowed galaxy after galaxy, star system after star system.

Beside Him, constantly twisting and changing birds, eternally stagnant rotting flies, bloodthirsty and insane hounds, and lustful and hungry vipers were feasting on reality. And behind them, upon that twisted, ugly, decaying, chaotic egg, four other similar existences were letting out terrifying screams, longing to be born into this world.

That pitch-black sun was ready to go, about to crawl out of the womb of the Warp, bringing complete destruction to this world.

And in the distance, He saw the tentacles of the Gods trampling over world after world between different dimensions.

He saw the black-armored Warmaster fighting a golden God-Emperor until both fell into nothingness.

He saw the Dragon piloting a treasure ship, leading His people to flee from the crumbling world.

He saw the Dragon on the treasure ship let out a compassionate sigh: "When Yin and Yang are balanced, Heaven and Earth unite; when Yin and Yang are reversed, Heaven and Earth are negated. With Yin and Yang in chaotic decline and prosperity, there will never be a day of peace in the realms again..."

He turned His head to look at the past, seeing the roaring flames in the bio-transference furnace, seeing the C'tan devouring the souls of the Necrons.

Watching this scene, He felt not a shred of hatred, only boundless hunger, longing to join that feast.

He—He looked at the War in Heaven, and in a flash, He understood.

The War in Heaven was a true war.

It was not between the Old Ones and the Necrons, the Old Ones and the Necrons, the Old Ones and the C'tan...

It was a slaughter between the reality dimension and the Warp. Reality and the Warp fought in infinite dimensions, and their universe, this galaxy, was the decisive battlefield for the two dimensions, where the two dimensions fought through the hands of the Old Ones and the C'tan.

But the final result was that the Warp became an extremely terrifying thing, while reality was defeated and ravaged into its current state.

Reality was wailing in pain, and this pain spread to Him, urging Him to devour the souls around Him...

A figure suddenly appeared in His consciousness. It was a Necron figure, holding an astromancy staff, blurry and incomplete.

It gently extended a finger, pointing Him to the moment the bio-transference furnace was ignited.

He followed the finger and saw the two figures falling into the furnace fire together.

His gaze stopped on a thin, tall figure.

That figure, who seemed like a human, recognized that—recognized that guy.

From the past to the future, from life to death, He seemed to be arguing with that old rival at every moment.

He could no longer remember that old rival's name, nor could He recall his face, but... but He seemed to still remember that guy's cunning, playful voice.

"Old thing..." ===== CHAPTER 631 =====