Chapter 1949: Take a Nap

This was a desolate ancient star, with barren land, no grass in sight, and everything parched and dry. Yellow sand whipped through the air, with no water sources and no trace of life force—it was a dead, silent ancient star.

In a remote corner of this ancient star, there were three people.

These three were, of course, Ren Wang, Ye Chen, and Lin Xing.

Ye Chen was fine, standing quietly.

Ren Wang, on the other hand, sat on a rock with one leg crossed over the other, grinning as he looked at Lin Xing. The former God of Creation, now in an awkward state, was tightly bound by the Bundian Suo, his entire body covered in footprints. He looked like he'd been beaten, with a bruised and swollen face.

As for who beat him, it went without saying—it was Ren Wang.

It wasn't surprising that Ren Wang had been so heavy-handed; it was all because back when Ren Wang underwent his tribulation, the God of Creation hadn't held back in beating him. The shameless things Ren Wang was doing now were all things he'd learned from the God of Creation.

Ye Chen pretended not to notice, quietly drinking his wine.

Lin Xing's face was as dark as could be. Even now, he didn't understand why Ren Wang had beaten him. What bad luck—he'd heard that people often met benefactors when they went out, but he had to run into such a shameless character. A dignified Zhundi-level expert, robbing treasures from juniors and even attacking them.

"Can you unlock his sealed memories?" Ye Chen transmitted to Ren Wang.

"Whether I unlock them or not, it makes no difference," Ren Wang replied indifferently.

"No difference? What do you mean by that?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Turning calamity into fortune and returning to the mortal world is like self-reincarnation, severely overturning the laws and touching the supreme taboos." Ren Wang stroked his beard. "Even if I unlock his sealed memories, he would still be in a muddled state, extremely similar to Hong Chen and the Six Paths."

"I understand what you mean," Ye Chen nodded.

Back then, Tianxuan Gate used the Nine Nether Immortal Melody to help Hong Chen regain consciousness, but his cultivation had fallen to the Quasi-Heaven level. He only remembered things from before the muddled state and knew nothing about the eternal secrets.

Now, Lin Xing was indeed very much like Hong Chen.

Lin Xing didn't know he was the God of Creation. If they forced the seal open, he would end up like Hong Chen—living in a daze, unaware of the world and human affairs, like a walking corpse. That was the price of touching the taboos. As Ren Wang said, unlocking or not made no difference.

Suddenly, Ye Chen felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

The God of Creation! A supreme ruthless figure who could stand against Great Emperors, yet because of the taboos, he had fallen to this state. Though alive in the world, he knew nothing of his past. The sorrow of it all was sigh-worthy.

"Let me go!" Lin Xing said with a chuckle.

"I'll let you go when the time is right." Ren Wang jumped down from the rock and gently placed his hand on Lin Xing's head. He spoke words that Lin Xing couldn't understand: "This old man wishes to save those undergoing tribulation and must borrow your power of creation. It's out of necessity, and I hope in the future, you won't blame me."

"What do you mean?" Lin Xing was stunned, completely baffled.

Ren Wang said nothing more, simply closing his eyes slightly and using his great divine abilities to capture the power of creation within Lin Xing.

Ye Chen remained silent, waiting quietly.

After three to five minutes, Ren Wang withdrew his hand, drawing out two strands of immortal light from Lin Xing's body. The immortal light was mysterious, not entirely real, flickering in and out of view, containing a hidden mysterious force. It seemed close at hand but was more distant than a dream—visible but untouchable.

Ye Chen leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes into slits as he observed.

Creation was truly profound; this was his first time seeing it.

He was watching, and so was Lin Xing, with a strange expression and a dazed look, unaware that such a power had been hidden within him all along. It was incredibly mysterious, and he believed he'd never seen creation before.

"Come, sleep for a bit." Ren Wang waved his hand lightly.

Lin Xing felt his mind grow hazy, and in the next instant, he fell into a deep sleep.

After he fell asleep, Ren Wang spread his hands, each holding a strand of immortal light. His movements were careful, as if afraid of damaging the power of creation. He slowly drew it out and, in his palms, infused it with the power of reverse alteration.

"Is this creation?" Ye Chen asked, his expression one of sudden realization.

"This power is too vast and ethereal," Ren Wang said slowly.

"With the full power of creation in one body, just how strong was the God of Creation back then?" Ye Chen murmured to himself. Even a single strand of creation was so hard to grasp; one could imagine how terrifying the God of Creation must have been, complete with that power. He was likely invincible below the Great Emperors.

The remote corner fell into silence.

Ren Wang stood still, eyes closed, holding the power of creation in his hands without moving. He was gradually infusing it with his power of reverse alteration, not daring to be careless. After all, he wasn't the God of Creation; he could reverse fate, but reversing creation and calamity was far beyond him.

As time passed, the power of creation changed form.

Looking closely, the two strands of creation transformed visibly into two illusory figures, each about the size of a peach, sitting in Ren Wang's palms. One was Jiu Jian Xian, and the other was Xian Mu.

Ye Chen's eyes shone brightly, full of novelty as he watched.

This was a supreme divine ability that reversed the heavens. Even with his Immortal Eyes, he couldn't fully comprehend its truth. Compared to Ren Wang, he was worlds apart. Things like reversing fate or reversing creation and calamity were absolutely beyond him. In that moment, he realized there was still so much for him to learn.

After a long wait, Ren Wang remained as still as a rock.

Ye Chen split his focus, watching while also using Zhou Tian evolution to peer into the sleeping Lin Xing, tracing back to the source. Unfortunately, his cultivation was too shallow, and all he saw was chaos.

For that, he suffered backlash.

It was just like when he had peered into Hong Chen and the Six Paths—he saw nothing and was injured by the taboos instead. Such supreme ruthless figures, even in their current state, weren't something just anyone could spy on.

It wasn't until some time later that Ren Wang spoke, his expression solemn, letting out a resounding shout.

With his words, the Jiu Jian Xian and Xian Mu in his palms began to dissipate inch by inch—or rather, they merged into the bodies of Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu, turning their calamities into fortune.

Once the two small, illusory figures of Jiu Jian Xian and Xian Mu had completely vanished, Ren Wang lowered his hands. Perhaps from expending too much energy, he was utterly exhausted and collapsed onto the ground.

"How did it go?" Ye Chen asked hurriedly.

"It's done," Ren Wang said with a weary smile, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "If nothing unexpected happens, the two of them will pass their tribulations and even gain a stroke of fortune from it. Their opportunities will be profound."

"Does that mean we could use this method to help everyone undergoing tribulation pass safely?"

"Are you kidding?" Ren Wang scolded, coughing up blood as he couldn't catch his breath. "I'm not the God of Creation, after all. The power of creation can only unleash its full might in his hands. I'm just borrowing it temporarily, and it's extremely forced. Though I reversed the calamities of Jiu Jian Xian and Xian Mu, I still suffered backlash. If we really did as you said and helped all those undergoing tribulation, even the God of Creation might not succeed, let alone a half-baked one like me. Intervening too much in tribulations would mean my backlash is minor—the tide of tribulations could turn into a greater calamity."

"I overthought it," Ye Chen coughed awkwardly.

"From the Netherworld through the passage to the underworld, I have something to ask," Ren Wang said wearily, too exhausted even to wipe away the blood.

"Understood." Ye Chen said, offering his fresh blood.

This time, he used the blood of Qin Guang Wang. Thirty years had passed, so the Ten Kings of Hell should have emerged from seclusion.

As the blood merged, the Emperor Dao passage to the underworld activated, and the ground trembled. A coffin rose from the earth, and as the lid fell, Qin Guang Wang manifested, his expression wooden and his eyes vacant, like a puppet.

Ye Chen waved his hand, granting him consciousness.

Qin Guang Wang's eyes gained light and awareness, but he didn't look at Ye Chen or Ren Wang—only at Lin Xing. His old eyes showed curiosity and wariness, but mostly confusion.

"Is there a way to make him return?" Ren Wang asked.

"No," Qin Guang Wang shook his head. "Both supreme lords said that for him to return, it must be by his own power."

"So it is." Ren Wang sighed.

"That he can live is already a miracle; don't hope for more." Qin Guang Wang sighed and flicked his hand, sending a jade slip into Ye Chen's brow. "The Emperor entrusted this to me. I don't know what's sealed inside; he only said you can open it once you advance to the Great Saint level."

"Thank you." Ye Chen smiled.

"Didn't he send anything for me?" Ren Wang asked eagerly.

"This... no?" Qin Guang Wang's words cut off abruptly. He suddenly turned, looking toward the sleeping Lin Xing—not just him, but Ye Chen and Ren Wang as well.

Strands of immortal light suddenly appeared on Lin Xing's body, like dao principles winding around him. But it wasn't dao principles; it was pure strands of creation force. Ancient visions manifested one after another, outlining a vast world.

Beyond that, a pressure descended, making the heavens tremble. Wherever it passed, mountains collapsed one after another, and even the rubble was ground to dust. The sky darkened instantly, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, as if a world-ending tribulation sought to annihilate all living things.

Thump!

Ye Chen spat blood, unable to withstand the pressure; his sacred body cracked.

Thump!

The weakened Ren Wang was also affected, vomiting blood profusely.

Qin Guang Wang fared better but was still forced back half a step by the pressure, shock in his eyes. As a Zhundi, he could see that a mysterious and terrifying force was awakening within Lin Xing, one that innately overturned the laws and provoked the wrath of the heavens.

"By borrowing his creation force, did we touch his seal?" Ren Wang coughed up blood.

"At this point, that seems to be the most plausible guess," Qin Guang Wang said, casting a beam of immortal light onto Ye Chen to help him resist the pressure. Even a Zhundi like him was shaken back; a small Saint King like Ye Chen absolutely couldn't handle it and might be crushed to ash.

"It's too strong." Ye Chen was alarmed, feeling immense pressure even with Qin Guang Wang's protection.

Under their watchful eyes, the Bundian Suo binding Lin Xing was burned to ashes by the creation force. This supreme God of Creation stood up, his closed eyes suddenly opening.

His eyes were like vast star fields, deep and boundless, with dao essence evolving within, yet they couldn't hide the muddled vacancy, identical to the state of Hong Chen and the Six Paths—he was in a daze.

His divine body was like a monolith standing between heaven and earth, impossible for any force to topple. The creation force flowing from him was filled with terrifying divine power, causing grass and trees to sprout on this barren land, only to wither into dust in the next instant.