"Thank you. If it weren't for you, I might not have survived Mo Su's soul attack," Yun Che said sincerely to Li Suo.
"There's no need to thank me. Your life is tied to mine. I couldn't just stand by and watch you fall," Li Suo replied calmly, as if it were a matter of course.
"What happened back there… it wasn't just the purification of the Miracle of Life," Yun Che said, his expression complicated. "You merged your soul with mine."
"You felt it, didn't you? At that moment, your soul was on the verge of sinking permanently into the soul sea. That was the only thing I could do," Li Suo answered with serene composure. There was no trace of the aloofness one might expect from a Creator God—only a quiet sense of connection.
When Yun Che's soul was about to drown in darkness, Li Suo's soul had plunged in after his, casting aside all restraint. At that moment, her once-blurred image became vividly clear, anxiety etched into her expression.
Her breathtaking face emerged once more in this world—delicate brows furrowed slightly, cold elegance tinged with an almost aching allure. Her bright, crystalline eyes outshone even the rarest sapphires, casting a light so pure it seemed to capture the soul itself. Just a single glance could entrance the world.
Yun Che had felt the warmth of her lips just before opening his eyes. Though their bodies were mere soul projections, the feeling had been unimaginably real. Her blue eyes etched themselves deep into his memory—he would never forget the brilliance of that gaze for as long as he lived.
Her slender arms had wrapped around his waist. Their souls and bodies had fused as one, inseparable. In that moment, their entwined forms floated gently toward the depths of the soul sea, as if waltzing through an endless ocean of light. It was a scene of surreal beauty.
Even now, Yun Che couldn't forget it. That moment continued to replay in his mind like a dream. If not for Mo Su's presence at the time, he might never have wanted to wake from that illusion—so perfect was her face that any man would have fallen for her instantly.
Even if it was only a merging of souls, the sensation had been unmistakably real. The woman even the ancient God of Creation could not possess had given herself to him in that moment. It felt like something out of a dream.
"You really are the most beautiful creation the Ancestral God ever left in this world. A single look is enough to enchant the soul. It's a good thing I'm the only one who's ever seen your true face—otherwise, I'd have every man on the planet wanting me dead," Yun Che said, half-joking but fully in awe.
"I belong only to you in this world. There's no need to worry about anyone else," Li Suo said quietly. "Your light profound energy should have evolved."
Yun Che raised his right hand and released a stream of profound energy. The light it emitted was even purer and brighter than before. Its power of purification had reached a new level.
"This must be your power. The healing ability of the Miracle of Life has transformed my own. Combined with my Great Buddha Art, my regeneration is now monstrous," he said with satisfaction.
He understood that all of this was thanks to Li Suo. With his rapidly advancing strength, the hope of saving Panxiaodie no longer felt like a fantasy.
At first, Yun Che had only claimed he could save her as a stalling tactic against Mo Su. But now… the possibility seemed real. Although He Ling had yet to awaken within the Sky Poison Pearl, Yun Che believed that with this new evolution of light profound energy, her revival might not be far off.
"If you really can save Panxiaodie, then perhaps even the catastrophe of the Abyss can be avoided. But you only have one chance. If you fail, you'll be destroyed—along with the entire world," Li Suo warned.
"The Miracle of Life can heal any wound, but hers was inflicted by the Ancestral Sword of Heaven—likely imbued with the Ancestral God's power. Even the Sky Poison Pearl's purification might not be enough. We have to be extremely cautious," she added.
Yun Che nodded. "I know. Even if we succeed against Mo Su, it won't be enough to avert the true calamity. The Abyssal World is already collapsing, devoured by the Black Tide of Time. When that happens, no one will sit and wait for death. In the end, the Abyss Passage might still need to be opened."
"The power of the Abyss is like a dimensional collapse to the God Realm. If we're not strong enough, rules mean nothing. Promises are worthless. Order itself will be overturned. Everything I'm doing now is just to buy us time—time to prepare for that inevitable invasion."
He understood the cruel reality—his strength was still far from enough. If he were a true god, perhaps things would be different. But now, he simply didn't have that kind of time.
"So, have you ever considered inheriting the Divine Source of a kingdom? For example, the Kingdom of Dreamweaver? That might allow you to ascend and become a true god," Li Suo suggested, voicing a possibility both simple and direct.
"I've thought about it before," Yun Che admitted. "But it's impossible. I might be able to deceive the Dreamless God Monarch for a while, but when it comes to the actual inheritance… there's no way around the identity verification. The divine inheritance artifact must require proof of bloodline or perhaps even direct approval from the Abyssal Emperor himself."
His meeting with Mo Su had only confirmed this. Someone with such deep cunning and insight would never overlook such a crucial safeguard.
Yun Che hadn't even intended to try inheriting another kingdom's divine source. There was another reason he hadn't mentioned: with the Heretic God's profound veins and the Void Saint Body, no other divine source was even compatible with him. The inheritance of the Creator God was already the ultimate. Anything else would be a step down.
"But the issue you brought up is still important," he added. "When Qingyue tries to inherit the divine source, it could become a serious problem."
He thought of Xia Qingyue. So far, Mo Su hadn't shown any hostility toward her—her identity seemed secure for now. Still, it was best to be prepared.
"I've almost fully recovered. Let's move forward with the original plan. I just hope Caili won't hate me for this," Yun Che said as he stood up. Between the Great Buddha Art and the Miracle of Life, most of his injuries had healed. The teleportation star ring had been destroyed when the 'Mist Emperor' chased him down. Now, everything was in place.
Deep within the sea of mist, near the original Abyss of Death, the Abyssal Dust and Abyss Beasts began to move as if guided by an unseen will—exactly as planned.
Long Xi had been placed in a secure zone and was quickly surrounded. Shen Wuyi and Pan Buwang, who were not far behind, advanced with Xianyue Shaxing. Hua Caili was located in a sector close to Yun Che's position, while Dian Jiuzhi, drawn in by an Abyss Beast, was slowly drifting closer to him as well.
The great net Yun Che had woven in the misty sea began to unfold.
With Emperor Yuan and the four great priests now in seclusion, the Sea of Mist had become Yun Che's true battlefield.
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