Chapter 2940: Second Life 11

Main God Hall.

The Bright Pearl was soft; outside the window lay the God Realm's eternally brilliant star river.

Inside the hall burned soothing divine incense; pale white smoke curled from the censer, slowly drifting into the hazy night.

Jin Chen knelt on one knee beside the bed, leaning over to support himself at Chenshu's side, his azure eyes fixed unblinkingly on the person beneath him.

Chenshu lay on his back, his hair spread across the white rug, not avoiding Jin Chen's overly intense gaze, merely returning it quietly, reflecting only that one person before him—breathtakingly beautiful, and… inviting one to sink into.

"Master…"

Jin Chen slowly lowered his head, kissing with utmost tenderness and intimacy, pouring his scorching affection bit by bit, as if he wanted to stain him inside and out with his own essence.

Chenshu lifted his eyes to look at him; those eyes that had gazed at him since their first meeting suddenly recalled that day long ago in the Kunlun Void, when he never imagined that a drop of blood would give rise to such a wood spirit, and after all these twists and turns, they could still gaze at each other like this.

He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Jin Chen's neck, also bringing forth the same ignited, long-buried surge of emotion.

The kiss grew fierce, lips and tongues entwining, drawing out ambiguous watery sounds.

Jin Chen's hands began to roam restlessly; every touch brought a scorching heat. Chenshu did not wish to pull away, but the kiss left his legs a little weak, his waist soft, and his magnificent divine robe fell into disarray.

The kiss trailed downward, lingering at the collarbone, leaving a warm, damp mark and a faint blush.

"Master… may I?" his voice hoarse, as if he had expended all his strength to restrain the impulse to tear open right away.

He was seeking permission, even though the arrow was nocked and his reason had been burned to ashes; Chenshu slowly opened his eyes, his golden pupils suffused with hazy watery light, his heart melting completely, his fingertips lightly brushing Jin Chen's sweat-damp forehead, sweeping away the stray hairs there, tilting his head, he actively pressed his lips to Jin Chen's, his other hand guiding Jin Chen's somewhat stiff fingers to the active knot of his belt.

The divine robe lost its restraint, its lapels spreading open and slipping off.

"Chenshu…" Jin Chen lowered his head, kissing his chest, calling his name.

At this moment, their souls seemed to also break free from the body's bonds, like two spiritual trees grown from the same root, their branches and leaves wildly entwining in the deepest reaches of the Sea of Consciousness, merging without hindrance, nourishing each other, imprinting each other, tightly binding their souls together, never to part.

Chenshu opened his eyes amid the surging, wave-like sensations; the long‑barren plot deep in his heart was finally thoroughly nourished, blossoming into a splendid, eternal flower.

He had waited for this moment; indeed, he had waited even longer.

From that unintentional drop of blood in the Kunlun Void, to sharing life and death while tribulating in the Lower Realm, to the daily companionship in the God Realm, his wait was far longer and lonelier than Jin Chen knew.

And now, this person nurtured by his heart's blood and cultivated by his divine soul, had finally returned to his life in the most complete way, merging flesh and blood, soul depending on soul.

Willingly.

More than just willingly.

"Jin Chen…"

Chenshu's voice broke amid the intertwined breaths and kisses, yet carried an unprecedented gentle certainty: "Look at me."

"I love you," Chenshu said clearly, "from long ago, until… the end of time."

"Me too. Master, Chenshu… mine. Forever."

That night, the Bright Pearl's radiance within the God Hall seemed to grow hazy and ambiguous, reflecting the entwined figures, the rising and falling breaths, the low murmurs of love.

Indulgent seeking, fervent tenderness, devout possession.

No one was more weak; only two equally proud, equally powerful souls, after seeking and waiting through long ages, finally found each other's sole haven, willingly submitting to love.

When the fierce surge finally subsided, Chenshu closed his eyes and leaned against his chest, while Jin Chen continued to hold him tightly in his arms, unwilling to let go even a little.

Jin Chen lightly stroked Chenshu's smooth back in an irregular rhythm, lowered his head, and cooed, "Master, let's form a divine contract, okay? Let all the heavens and myriad worlds know that you are mine and I am yours."

Chenshu hummed softly in his embrace, bringing his face closer to his warm skin, the corners of his mouth lifting: "Good."

Afterward, the God Realm knew that the Main God Chenshu and his sole disciple, Divine Lord Jin Chen, under the witness of all the gods, had formed the Twin Divine Lovers' Contract.

On the day the Divine Contract was formed, the Heavenly Dao resonated, and myriad gods came to celebrate.

They have always, always, loved each other forever.

In the God Hall's day and night, time lost meaning for them; only love remained, eternal and ancient.

This is their second life, which ought to have been eternally happy.

——

After that battle, the God Realm was no longer the God Realm.

From the Primordial Seal Land, demonic creatures poured out in droves, covering the sky and earth, endless to slay.

Golden divine blood dyed red the once‑auspicious cloud‑wreathed Thirty‑Three Heavens; the majestic Divine Palace collapsed in demonic flames, and the immortal divine body turned to light dust under corrosion.

The gods fell one after another; to shield the Lower Realm's beings on the brink of annihilation, Jin Chen was surrounded by dozens of ancient demon gods, his divine beast Pixiu guarding him with its body as a shield, and his divine body shattered.

All living beings suffered; the apocalypse reached its final chapter.

Chenshu stood amid the ruins, gazing at all this, his robes tattered, his body covered in wounds.

The Pixiu had died, and the White Marsh could barely hold on.

The remaining gods, of one mind, abandoned resistance and instead scattered their last divine souls, offering them to the Main God.

With our broken bodies, we forged rebirth for the myriad worlds.

The God Realm's remaining Divine Palace was erected by the Main God's expended merit into the Quick Transmigration Bureau, connecting to the Three Thousand Worlds below; thereafter the gods fell, and the last true god, Chenshu, sank into slumber.

White Marsh's divine soul became the Main System, linking the heavens, screening souls bearing strong vow power and fate variables, appointing them as taskers to repair those collapsed small worlds.

Each day taskers came and went; some returned alive, others did not. Before each tasker set out, the Main System would draw out their vow‑power value; upon completion, points were credited to their account; upon failure, their divine soul dissipated.

Until that day.

Chenshu awoke from a century‑long slumber, finally seeing the newborn realm he himself had founded. But it was not only the Quick Transmigration Bureau; there was also the Seal Land, those divine souls, and countless other matters awaiting him. As he was about to leave, in a corner of the Counterattack Department's Mission Transfer Hall he saw the new batch of taskers, and also the lover he had once sent to the Three Thousand Worlds, who had returned as a tasker. Jin Chen seemed to sense something, turning his head slightly toward a certain direction behind him; that glance met Chenshu's distant divine thought.

"Hello, Jin Chen."

Jin Chen had just finished reading the New Taskers' Rules when he was individually summoned by the Spirit Terminal White Marsh, bypassing the screening and being directly assigned to the Counterattack Department.

"Welcome to the Quick Transmigration Bureau, become a member of the Counterattack Department."

Welcome your return.