Chapter 1361: That Brilliant Bloom of 【Prosperity】

That Brilliant Bloom of 【Prosperity】

The Void Porpoise Bridge.

The figure of the Void-Bearded Devouring Porpoise shuttling away grew smaller and smaller; the pure white stream of light nearly drove away the darkness before their eyes, and this Porpoise Bridge was about to vanish.

In the last stretch before it disappeared, three silhouettes reappeared on the bridge's surface.

Zhang Zhang Jizu watched in shock and suspicion, Cheng Shi's expression was grave, and Hong Lin still stood at the other end, far from Cheng Shi. She gripped the long spear in her hand tightly, gazing beyond the horizon, her will resolute, her bearing decisive:

"There's no need to say anything, no need to ask anything.

This is my own choice.

Once you... return, don't mention me to anyone."

She pointed at the divine power swirling around her, glanced at Cheng Shi, and said, "You should know what I mean—a tainted will must not be allowed to affect your world.

Perhaps you don't understand yet, but at the pace you're going, you will soon enough.

I don't know whether our answer is the final answer, but I believe in him."

As she spoke, Hong Lin smiled, and that smile was so blazing and sincere.

Her long hair billowed like a cloak. Hong Lin turned her head and glanced back, looked at Cheng Shi, and broke into an incomparably hearty smile:

"I know you won't leave easily, so before the Porpoise Bridge vanishes, look carefully.

Weaver of Fate...

Don't let my blood be shed in vain."

Saying this, Hong Lin resolutely ignored the two's attempts to hold her back, leapt up, and plunged straight down beneath the long bridge.

The next instant, the true universe was lit up!

A wisp of seven-colored stream of light surged upward against the heavens, shooting straight into the depths of the endless starry sky. That resplendent brilliance was like a rainbow trailing its tail, dyeing the starry sky before them dazzlingly radiant.

Yet the streams of light were far more than this single wisp.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... in an instant, countless streams of light shot up from different directions, their wills resonating, entwining as they rose, shining upon one another.

The seven-colored streams of light wove together, like new shoots meeting, like old vines entwining. They coiled and twisted, spreading to the utmost, and for a moment it was as if an immense, boundless giant canopy had been painted across the starry sky.

The prosperity of the universe within 【Prosperity】's heart, in this very instant, finally sang out into the true universe.

Yet the seven-colored streams of light crisscrossing the starry sky, just like 【Prosperity】's will, were brief and brilliant. Very soon, amid endless convergence, the streams of light gradually lost their color, no longer vivid.

But their charge, one after another, still did not cease, as if every wisp of light understood the will of the others. They affirmed one another, affirmed themselves, and amid ever-faster fusion, gradually took shape.

Countless streams of light advanced and did not retreat, nearly merging into an unviewable white hole. In just a few breaths, they personally hoisted up, for this rarely visited true universe, a blazing-white giant sun that left the world speechless and the cosmos drained of color!

"！！！！"

"Boundless radiance" was no longer enough to describe the wonder before their eyes; that dazzling white light nearly stripped the vision of every living being gazing upon it!

At this moment, the expressions of the two on the long bridge changed drastically, their whole bodies taut. Cheng Shi felt his scalp prickle even more; he felt as if the scene of 【War】 surging upward was replaying before his eyes, but this time the commotion was clearly far grander than the last!

If the blood and fire of 【War】 could not burn through the Creator's experiment, then what about the Creator's own power?

Could the combined might of countless 【Origin】 forces blast open this experimental field that had imprisoned billions upon billions of sliced universes!?

The answer was...

No.

Because the giant sun had only just risen before it fell!

"Snap."

Following a crisp sound whose direction could not be determined... it wasn't even certain whether it was a crisp sound, merely a sound that suddenly rang out—formless, shadowless, elusive, as if the very concept of a sound had exploded within the consciousness of every living being, yet upon close examination, not the slightest trace that the sound had ever existed could be found.

After this one bizarre crisp sound, that blazing great sun actually exploded directly in the middle of its ascent!

It didn't even rise to the height where 【War】 had once drained its blood before it thunderously detonated far from that Creator's divine throne, instantly transforming into countless scattered white lights, tearing the sky, spider-web cracks spreading, like a giant canopy sprouting buds, and in an instant it was gone forever.

Gone.

Everything returned to calm, everything sank into darkness.

No hum, no tremor, no shockwave.

As resplendent as its rising had been, as silent as its sinking was.

This incomparably shocking scene left Cheng Shi nearly unable to think. He instinctively grabbed Zhang Zhang Jizu beside him, who was equally stunned into stupor, wanting to shout "Go," yet unable to make a sound no matter what.

Fortunately, this soundless detonation was merely an immense mental shock and did not cause the slightest harm to their bodies. Zhang Zhang Jizu finally awoke from the fall of the giant sun, gave a start, and pulling Cheng Shi along, leapt down off the bridge.

In the instant before their consciousness returned to darkness, the same thought flashed through both their minds:

【Origin】...

Can never be defeated.

At the same time, elsewhere.

The Void, before a world on the verge of annihilation.

Not every living being in every world could witness the resplendent fireworks of the true universe, but even without personally experiencing such a shock, certain beings had their own kind of shock.

Heluobosi looked at the "guest" before him, his gaze complex.

Before the Void Epoch, he and this guest could never have met in such a posture, but now, the two who had once fought each other to a standstill were actually gazing at each other from such close range.

Everyone knew that 【Oblivion】 had fallen into decline, but out of respect for 【Void】's face, no god had come to make trouble for Heluobosi.

Could it be that today, trouble had come?

No, Heluobosi did not think so.

In the present cosmos, anyone might come to make trouble for him, but the one before him... this rat from a stinking gutter would never take the slightest risk!

As long as he could not inherit his patron's divine throne and become an invincible true god, the other party would not possibly come to "take revenge" on him.

So if he had come here, there must be some other reason.

Heluobosi looked at the other party and said in a low voice: "State your purpose, Yog, otherwise you will perish together with the world behind me."

"..."

That's right, standing before Luo Luo Bosi was precisely the only surviving Emissary of 【Decay】, the 【Withered Vulture's Last King】, Yog!

As the most skittish, faint-hearted of the subordinate gods, one who fled at the first whiff of trouble, Yog never took risks. In the past, He would never have done something so suicidal as "walking into a trap of his own making," but now, He understood this world less and less.

A mortal, protected by several gods unto death, who even dared to stand on the nose of 【Justice (Order)】 demanding a divine throne—and the key thing is, he actually succeeded!

Is this still the same cosmos where, under the gods' dominion, faith reigned above all?

Even if the era and the epoch had both arrived at 【the Void】, it couldn't be this void, could it?

Yog was afraid. He was truly afraid. His patron was on the verge of rotting away entirely, and once that divine throne was vacated, would that insatiable mortal not come looking for him?

He wouldn't.

When that time came, could he possibly hide from it?

He couldn't.

Yog had a very clear sense of self-awareness.