Chapter 394: My Name Is Chitong! Yin and Yang in Embrace, Demon Kings Gather

That is, by relying on himself standing at this special point in the past, to enlighten, invest in, and cultivate one powerful being after another, and through them spread the legends belonging to him.

In this way, even after he departed, returning from the 【Past】 to the 【Present】, as long as the beings he cultivated did not die, as long as they kept growing stronger, as long as they still roamed the starry sky, as long as they were not ungrateful wretches, they would continue to spread his legends without cease, and he would become, behind the many lofty and powerful beings, an even more terrifying and invincible existence lurking in the shadows.

At that time,

If he were good,

He would be the light of hope for every living being in the entire universe!

If he were evil,

He would be the most terrifying nightmare that every living being in the entire universe dared not touch!

At that time, even if he did nothing at all, the entire universe would still spread his invincible legend.

After all, as long as those cultivated beings grew stronger, then as the one who had enlightened them, he would invisibly absorb their legends, turning them into part of his own invincible legend!

This is the true way to use returning to the past!

And right now, this was his first experiment, conceived after witnessing the terrifying power brewing upon this planet.

Even if this experiment failed it would not matter, as long as one of the two purposes was fully achieved.

In Baichuan's view, it was a sure-win, no-loss deal.

At this moment, dazzling radiance accompanied by brilliant leaping arcs of electricity lit up from Baichuan's palm, the black storm-like Core of lightning flickered ceaselessly, and even stirred up invisible air currents that blew the girl's silver-white long hair with a whoosh.

The storm clouds in the heavens above answered with explosive roars, as if celebrating the soon-to-be-born new life, a deity belonging to this planet!

In the distance, a dark crimson sky, thunder rumbling without cease.

Nearby, dazzling radiance, brilliant and heart-stopping arcs of electricity.

A being seemingly existing only in myth, like a god yet like a demon, half-crouched before her, a pair of eyes as if burning with inextinguishable purple flames gazing at her, and a crystal brimming with endless power floating in its palm.

In an instant, an inexplicable emotion welled up from within the girl's heart.

This feeling she had never experienced before made her somewhat fearful; having suffered the cold eyes and rejection of the world, when had she ever imagined such a scene, one she would not dare to dream of even in fantasies?

Yet this feeling of being valued, of being saved, made her savor it as honey.

If there were gods in the world, they would probably be no more than this...

No! He was her Lord God!

The great deity who, while she struggled bitterly in this mortal world, was the only one to cast his gaze down upon her!

Her crimson pupils greedily, fixedly stared at the scene before her, as if to engrave everything here—that beast-head of unknown origin yet extraordinarily beautiful, and those eyes burning with purple flames—into her deepest memory.

Then her slender, dirty little hands, as if somewhat self-conscious, carefully wiped themselves on the only relatively clean piece of clothing she had, with the fear of defiling the only god who had cast his gaze upon her, before solemnly taking from the "Lord God's" palm the Core that symbolized power.

A black light tinged with a trace of purple suddenly burst forth from her palm, illuminating the girl's tender little face, and those crimson eyes regarded by the world as inauspicious also cast their light in all directions.

"Rumble rumble..."

Thunder roared mightily, exploding one after another like ceremonial salvos.

As if celebrating the being about to be born.

Drawing countless people on this Yuxing to look up, some puzzled, some astonished, some praying, some cursing, or...

At this moment, no one could have imagined that this once-mother planet abandoned by the Restraint Star civilization—Yuxing—was about to welcome the birth of a being that gathered all the dark-side power of the entire Restraint Star civilization.

Except Baichuan!

Yes, in Baichuan's eyes, the being about to be born on this planet was a great existence born from the reverse side of the entire prosperous and flourishing Restraint Star civilization; let us tentatively call it the Evil God.

As long as the Restraint Star civilization still existed, still grew and expanded, the Evil God about to be born as its negative existence would not stop, until the negative completely devoured its civilization and achieved transcendence. Or it would be suppressed and restrained by the positive, weathering the next stage.

All things carry yin and embrace yang; where there is yin, there is yang—this is the common principle of the world.

This is the trial that naturally appears when civilizations as the main body develop to a certain stage beneath the starry sky, the trial of the starry sky for civilizations!

Just as for those whose great power returns to themselves, the various crises when ascending to True Immortal.

In the universe, in the starry sky, there exists a dynamic equilibrium system.

The more powerful a being, the more resources of the universe it occupies; upon reaching a certain level, that dynamic equilibrium system will be triggered, granting selection, granting trials.

Inexplicably, having witnessed the evolution before him, Baichuan, who had personally guided all of this into happening, was suddenly struck with a spontaneous enlightenment.

Perhaps the next realm would also bring similar encounters, who could say.

Of course, Baichuan also inexplicably thought of his own birth; from the perspective of the main body of the universe, perhaps he, a being born from negative space, might also be a kind of trial for the positive space of the universe?

After pondering for a while, Baichuan was startled by his own bold speculation, shook his head with a wry smile, who knew~

After a long while, when all the radiance had faded and the surroundings returned to calm, what appeared before Baichuan was a petite white-haired girl sleeping peacefully within a sphere of light.

Beautiful silver-white hair like a waterfall spread out like flowers; the girl lay on her side, hands clasped to her chest in a curled fetal posture, sleeping quietly, her fair face full of serenity, and behind her the sphere of light faintly took the shape of a pair of great hands radiating terrifying pressure, standing guard in protection.

This was the true form of the Evil God the Restraint Star civilization was about to face.

"Good night, sweet dreams~"

After observing for a while, the evil dragon slowly rose to his feet, murmuring with a light laugh.

Then he turned his gaze toward a side of the void; following the entanglement of aura on the girl before him, Baichuan's gaze pierced through the void, finally settling upon a little girl who bore an eight- or nine-tenths resemblance to the peacefully sleeping girl before him—the same white hair, the same crimson pupils, even the same tattered and somewhat oversized old robe, except that the face beneath her hood seemed to have been smeared with thick mud to protect herself.

The little girl curled up warily in a cramped corner of a small hut piled from various discarded materials, a pair of timid, rabbit-like eyes glancing expectantly yet cautiously toward the doorway from time to time, as if hoping for her sister's return, yet also wary of outsiders intruding, entirely unaware that her sister had nearly never returned at all.

The next moment, his claw-tip lightly tapped, granting the other party a small protection, then he slowly dissipated and vanished.

With the evil dragon's departure, this place once again returned to silence and desolation; from time to time a gust of wind would rise, rattling various pieces of trash with clatters, and occasionally a few gray rats, mutated and deformed from adapting to the high concentration of radiation, would scurry past in search of food.

After an unknown length of time, accompanied by a slight flutter of the sleeping girl's eyelids, a thunderous boom rang out, and the substance encasing the girl like solidified amber violently shattered and flew apart, startling the gray rats and cockroaches that had approached into scurrying in all directions.

Before long, upon the filthy ground, a delicate little bare foot, naked and unadorned, lightly touched toward the earth, and before it could land, it was cradled in the palm of a terrifying hand.

That was a girl who had completed an initial metamorphosis, whose power grew ceaselessly with every passing moment, as nimble and pure as an elf.

White hair, crimson eyes, the petite girl stood quietly upon a palm entwined with black arcs of electricity like a god's hand, draped in a simple white robe without any pattern; beneath the striking contrast of black and white, there was unexpectedly a hint of sacred charm.

Yet she frowned slightly, her dainty leaf-like brows knitting, and looked around with some disappointment.

"Has he already left..."

She lowered her gaze dejectedly, and saw the thick, massive palm she was standing upon, entwined with destructive arcs of electricity.

That was because it was a manifestation of power born from her inner longing to be protected.

It took the shape of a demon-god's palm, clutching black destructive thunder and storms.

"This shape isn't pretty~"

Yet gazing at this palm, she muttered with a hint of dissatisfaction, completely oblivious to the faint grievance that had just arisen in the newly born, sentient demon-god's palm at being disliked by its very master.

"Got it~"

The next moment, as if thinking of something, the girl playfully patted the upright thumb of the demon-god's palm she was supporting — a thumb that was larger and taller than little Zhou Xiaoxiao's entire body even by a single thumb.

"You — change into this for me~"

Saying so, the girl transmitted the image and texture of the palm most deeply imprinted in her mind.

It was a sharp beast — a Dragon Claw — covered in layers of black-purple scales!

Recalling the information the Divine One had transmitted during her slumber, the girl changed her words.

"……"

In an instant, the demon-god's palm once again transmitted a faint grievance, but under its master's command, it still slowly began to deform; the smooth, patterned skin began to vanish, replaced by layer upon layer of scales, becoming a Dragon Claw with a touch of rough, cold hardness.

"D-Divine One……"

The familiar appearance she had seen just before falling asleep, the texture beneath her feet, and the texture transmitted by the thumb of the demon-god's palm she was supporting in her palm — all of it caused a trace of absent-mindedness to surface in the girl's eyes, as if her revered, departed Divine One had returned and was carefully cradling her in the heart of its claw.

This strange, topsy-turvy feeling of being cherished, of being doted upon, made the girl lose herself; she hugged her own power-derived creation, as if doing so could bring her closer to her Divine One.

After a long while, the girl who had come back to her senses pouted with a touch of disappointment and dislike before letting go — in the end, it could not replace the true Divine One's Dragon Claw.

"From this moment forth, I name myself 'Chitong.'"

Gazing into the distance, a small hand touching the corner of her eye — those crimson eyes she had once regarded as a burden, an ill omen, a source of only inferiority — the girl spoke thus.

Yet now she calmly accepted her own pair of eyes, even harboring a trace of small gladness that her eyes were crimson.

Because the Divine One had said her eyes were very pretty~

The next moment, the demon-god with crimson eyes slowly departed, heading toward where her sister was.

Perhaps before long, this planet would welcome a tremendous upheaval — the birth of a true deity walking upon the earth, one possessing boundless potential!

……

Elsewhere, having left Yuxing and arranged a few contingencies on the players' home civilization planet, Baichuan had also returned to Duanyu Jie.

Yao Huang Da Di, Wanjiacheng, underground.

The slumbering human body slowly opened its eyes, and immediately a wisp of Spirit light sank into the body of the figure shrouded in a black robe beside it.

Baichuan opened his eyes and directly brought up his Ability Panel — in the abilities column, a brand-new ability had suddenly appeared —

【Embrace Yin and Yang LV6 (Xian / Fragmentary)】

A flash of understanding passed through his eyes; earlier, when he had watched the evolution he had guided unfold and gained insight from it, he had felt as though something extra had appeared within him — and now, looking at his Ability Panel, it was indeed so.

A brand-new LV6 Xian-level ability had appeared, though it too was fragmentary.

Truly an unprecedented marvel.

Back when he was in the Earth Immortal Realm, he had still been fretting over how difficult LV6-level abilities were to obtain — he simply couldn't find any. He had never expected that now, merely through insight, he could spontaneously give birth to an LV6-level ability.

Although this insight was condensed from every power he had used in his growth up to now, along with his own particularities, and thus coalesced.

Yet it also told him, in a wordless way, that he was growing ever stronger!

But what exactly were the effects of this ability?

Baichuan's thoughts stirred, and he tapped open the ability's description.

Although through his own insight he also roughly understood the ability's function — since it was born of his own realization — it was ultimately not as straightforward as the Ability Panel's description.

【Embrace Yin and Yang: For one who has comprehended the transformations of yin and yang, positive and negative, condensed from a lifetime of insight. Can reverse the yin-yang, positive-negative of one's own attributes, remaining in a state of dynamic balance at all times……】

"It seems my plan has gained another conservative trump card……"

Baichuan chuckled lightly as he gazed at the description above the ability — it was indeed a touch more complete than what he had figured out on his own.

Time flowed on leisurely.

Baichuan once again went into hiding, quietly awaiting the arrival of his "distinguished guests."

Half a month later,

"Buzz~~"

Above the still bustling Wanjiacheng, a heavy, resonant tremor rang out.

"This is?"

Wei Ziqi, who had rarely finished a quest and had time to share a drink with Lao Zhao, couldn't help but raise his head; the two exchanged glances, then decisively looked together toward the outside of the inn — and that single glance instantly made them lose themselves.

They saw that after that tremor, endless dark clouds at the distant horizon suddenly and rapidly spread over.

Then the eastern land continuously began to quake; demonic aura filled the sky, even taking on substance and whipping up terrifying demonic tornadoes — within the faintly visible storm, a towering, immensely heavy beast-shadow was approaching, and every tremor was inevitably followed by horrifying chasms that seemed to devour everything!

Meanwhile, the western heavens rumbled with thunder, raising up an ink-green haze that shrouded both the land and sky in that direction; within it, a sky-covering creature was beating its heaven-sweeping wings and roaring forth — that thunder was the sound of its wings beating.

For a time, Wanjiacheng seemed as though two terrifyingly powerful creatures were preparing to assault it at the same moment!

……

(End of this chapter)