"Thank you, Senior..."Yun Che bowed deeply, his voice filled with solemn respect toward the being who stood before him.
As always, Death remained silent. He said nothing, moved not an inch. Yet this time, within those lifeless eyes, there shimmered something faint… something final. A flicker of stillness that marked the end of an eternal burden. For Death, whose very existence was purpose bound, his last mission… was nearing its conclusion.
Only Yun Che and Death now stood together in the vastness of this place—side by side, two beings who had both defied fate and shouldered the impossible.
Li Suo, the Goddess of Life, had already been "invited" into Yun Che's Infinite Worlds, the endless cosmos birthed within him. And not long after, Shen Xi too found herself swept into that same place—and her reaction was beyond words.
For Yun Che, tens of thousands of years had passed in cultivation, struggle, and rebirth… yet to Shen Xi, barely a handful of days had gone by since he left to visit the Senior.
The moment she laid eyes on him once more, her breath caught in her throat. Her gaze trembled.
Because the Yun Che who now stood before her…was no longer mortal, no longer bound by any path she had ever known.
His profound strength had ascended beyond all understanding—he had become one who walked the True Divine Way.
He had become… a True God.
In the boundless expanse of the Infinite Worlds, the reunion between master and disciple was nothing short of profound. Li Suo and Shen Xi—teacher and student once separated by fate—now stood together again, in a place that defied the limits of time itself. The emotions shared between them flowed wordlessly, deeper than any language could ever express.
As for He Ling's reunion with her former master, Shen Xi—there was no need for words to describe it. That moment… transcended mere description. It was as if all the sorrow and longing they once bore had melted into a single embrace, carrying lifetimes of unspoken pain and devotion.
Fate truly was a strange and wondrous thing.
Outside, in the realm beyond, Yun Che and Death stood side by side, facing the endless void—one final time.
Soon, Yun Che would be returned to the throne within the castle upon the floating land. But now, in this fleeting silence, something sacred lingered.
In Yun Che's hand, the Mirror of Samsara pulsed with a gentle, brilliant light. Yet beneath that brilliance, he could feel something else—a deep sorrow, a quiet weeping, as if the mirror itself mourned this parting.
"Don't be surprised by it,"Death's voice, for once, carried a warmth as gentle as a breeze."We've been friends… for as long as we've existed."
Yun Che slowly nodded.
Since his ascension, he had come to see more and more clearly—beyond the veil of ordinary comprehension, into the truths that governed existence. Death and Reincarnation were not just laws, not just forces. They were eternal, living truths—two sides of the same coin.
That they had known each other…That they were friends…
It was only natural.
Time stretched on in silence, the kind that felt eternal… yet both knew this moment would not last. Their parting drew near, and in the quiet stillness, Yun Che finally spoke, his voice low, but steady.
"Senior… have you really never leave this place?"
"With your power, you could've easily escaped this world. The barrier surrounding it was terrifying, yes… but surely not enough to stop you."
He had carried this question in his heart for a long time—ever since he realized that Death had lied. With the power Death wielded—a power that surpassed even the limits of comprehension—there should've been nothing binding him to this place.
And yet, he remained.
"....." A long pause. Then, at last, Death answered.
"What do you think, Yun Che?"
But the voice… it wasn't the cold, emotionless tone of the Death he had known until now. No—it was Fen Juechen's voice. His tone, his cadence, his sorrow… his soul.
"Isn't the Burning Heaven Clan the best proof of it?" Death continued, softly… bitterly.
"You..." Yun Che's eyes widened, his breath caught in his chest. He was stunned—not by the words, but by the revelation that his Divine mind understood.
"Don't worry about it. If it weren't you… it would've been something else."
"It has always been like that… and it will remain that way.... because I am Death"
Death shook his head, his voice calm—resigned. There was no blame, no anger. Only a quiet acceptance etched into every word.
It took some time, but the chaos within Yun Che's heart slowly began to settle. His turbulent emotions, like a storm clearing after endless rain, gradually quieted. And in that stillness, a new light flickered in his mind—a spark of understanding that softened his gaze. He slowly nodded to himself.
But then, as a stray thought crossed his mind, the corner of Yun Che's mouth twitched ever so slightly. He hesitated for a moment, then asked,"Back then… with Lingxi…"
He didn't finish the question. He didn't need to.
Before the words could even settle in the air, Death shook his head.
"Just a deep will… wanting to protect, to be by Mother. That's all."
Then, with slow, deliberate movement, Death rose from his throne, his voice echoing softly through the stillness around them.
"Every soul… every life that exists in all worlds… is born from Mother's vast, boundless power."
"Bodies can be shattered. Souls can be destroyed. But Life Essence—Life Essence exists eternally. Even when one sinks into the River of Life Essence and is pulled deep into the Samsara… their memories are erased, stripped away… leaving only the purest fragment, from which a new life can be born."
He paused, his gaze steady as it fell upon Yun Che.
"That's how it should be… but you… you are different."
"In your case, you've already begun to see glimpses—pieces of a past that should have been lost."
There was no explanation. No elaboration. Only a quiet truth laid bare.
"Do with that knowledge as you will," Death said at last, his tone unchanged—calm and final.
Yun Che stood frozen, his breath caught in his chest.
That single sentence sent tremors through him. His eyes narrowed, and his expression slowly turned grave.
Then, Death slowly raised his hand, and at the motion of his finger, the Mirror of Samsara began to spin—brilliant and radiant, casting arcs of divine light as space itself twisted around it. A vortex formed, gentle yet unstoppable, and Yun Che's form was slowly drawn into the void.
And just before he vanished, just as the last of his silhouette faded into the swirling light, he heard one final whisper—
"Call out to my name when you're to leave the Abyss... and ...take care of Mother."
Then all went still. Yun Che was gone.
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Space swirled around him—twisting, folding, and rippling in endless layers—as Yun Che was pulled and pushed by the chaotic flow. Yet, unlike the time he first entered this place, when his body had been stretched and distorted by the unstable currents of space, his form now remained completely still and unmoved.
He was no longer the same.
Now, as a True God, his body stood untouchable by the shifting tides of reality.
After a moment of still reflection, Yun Che slowly opened his eyes. The space around him settled at last, and with gentle motion, he rose—emerging from the crystal-clear waters below, his figure ascending into view before the vast, darkened world of the Abyss.
He turned once, his gaze lingering on the serene pool behind him. There was a quiet gratitude in his eyes, and he lowered his head deeply in a final bow of respect.
Then, lifting his eyes toward the horizon, he faced the endless wall of Abyssal Dust standing before him—an impenetrable veil to most, but not to him.
With a single thought, the wall parted silently, as if in reverence.
From within the void beyond, the colossal Primordial Profound Ark appeared—ancient and majestic, floating before him.
Without hesitation, Yun Che extended his hand into the emptiness.
When his Great Way of the Buddha broke through to the Eighth Level, Yun Che had finally glimpsed the very Laws that wove the fabric of the world, the unseen threads of Fate that bound all things together. But now—having ascended as a True God—his divine insight had surpassed even what the Ancient True Gods could comprehend.
With a single motion, Yun Che reached forward and grasped the very space itself, and at his will, the Laws of the world gathered, weaving into his palm like golden threads of reality.
With his other hand, he lifted the Primordial Profound Ark. Then—he fused them together.
The moment the two powers merged, the weakened, ancient Profound Ark trembled violently—
"RUMBLEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Within the World of the Primordial Profound Ark, space began to quake, a deep, echoing resonance shaking the heavens and earth. Everyone within froze, their eyes widening in disbelief as a singular thought flashed across their minds.
They had prepared themselves for despair—for fate's final cruelty.
But then… a strange look appears on their face as their felt the Laws and Space within the world was getting stronger and stronger.
And then, amidst the shocks and confusion, the door of the Profound Ark burst open.
A gust of pure, cleansing air surged in, stirring the stagnant world within. That sacred breath of power washed over them, igniting their profound veins, uplifting their souls—rekindling the fires of life and cultivation.
And there, standing at the gate, was Yun Che—smiling, waiting.
And then—like floodgates bursting open—they rushed toward him, tears in their eyes, joy erupting in their hearts.
"Big Brother Yun Che!" Hua Caili's voice rang out, sweet and bright.
"Yun Che!" came Qianye Ying'er's call, strong yet trembling with emotion.
"Master!" Pan Buwang shouted at the same time, his voice joining the rising chorus of others who called out with joy.
And then, softly—filled with warmth and tears— "...Welcome back… husband." Xia Qingyue's eyes shimmered with happiness as she too rushed forward, her voice no longer distant or restrained, but full of the longing she had buried day after day.
Their parting hadn't been long. But in their hearts, in every night spent waiting, praying, hoping— it had been an eternity.
And now… he had returned.
One by one, they embraced him—arms full of warmth, tears, and unspoken love. But as their reunion unfolded in joy, a single figure stood quietly at a distance.
She didn't rush forward like the others. Instead, she simply stood—eyes fixed on Yun Che—with soft expectation glowing in her gaze.
Yun Che's eyes shifted… and landed upon her.
Yun Xi.
The moment their eyes met, something within her shattered—a fragile wall built from longing and restraint.
And from behind her… A figure stepped forth—graceful, radiant, ethereal—like a fairy descending from a celestial realm.
Shen Xi. She looked between Yun Che and their daughter, a profound warmth in her gaze.
Yun Xi, eyes welling with tears, rush into Shen Xi's waiting arms.
Shen Xi held her close, her smile delicate, her cheeks glistening with joy.
Then, as if a long-lost memory returned to her, Yun Xi turned back to Yun Che, blinking through tears.
With a voice soft as moonlight, yet carrying all the emotion she had ever held inside, she said—
"Welcome back… Daddy."
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In the far corners of the Abyss, where shadows loomed eternal and fear was carved into the hearts of many, murmurs still lingered. The whispers had not faded—not even now. The revelation that Yun Che was the Fog Monarch had struck the Abyss like a divine thunderclap, and even weeks later, those whispers rippled through every region.
But today… something far more terrifying stirred. Early in the morning hours, without warning, urgent messages surged through every channel. Abyssal Knights and Pure Land Guards, hardened by countless horrors, trembled as they reported what they witnessed with disbelief etched into every word.
The Endless Fog Sea, long dormant and filled with the deadly, soul-corroding Abyssal Dust, suddenly began to churn.
It twisted. It moved.
The Abyssal Dust surged forward—not as a storm, not as a flood of destruction—but in a single, straight line. A path.From the Endless Fog Sea… directly toward the Pure Land.
The dust did not devour. It did not corrode. It spared the land and the people it passed.
It was a road—a corridor of dread and reverence carved by a will no one dared defy.
And atop his throne in the heart of the Pure Land, Mo Su sat in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on the impossible sight before him.
That straight path of Abyssal Dust had connected itself directly to the entrance of his realm.
His breath was calm, but his voice—low and commanding—rang with gravity.
"Prepare a grand welcome for him."
Though shaken, he understood. He understood the message for what it was.
Yun Che had returned.
Returned from the Well of Samsara. Returned not with fanfare… but with the world itself making way for his arrival.
And now—whether they would forge an alliance, or whether all would shatter beneath the clash of their wills— Everything would now depend on Yun Che.
Just a short time after the appearance of the Abyssal Dust Road, from every corner of the Pure Land, countless figures began to gather.
Peak Divine Limiteds, and numerous other mighty cultivators—each one a pillar of power in their own right—appeared one after another. They hovered silently in the air, standing side by side upon mountain peaks and clouded terraces, all with their gazes fixed in the same direction.
Toward the road of dust.
Yet no matter how sharp their vision, no matter how vast their divine senses, none could pierce through the dense veil of the Abyssal Dust that cloaked the path. It was as if the road itself rejected their scrutiny.
A heavy silence loomed over them. Their expressions were grim, their breathing tight. Despite their numbers, despite their status—not a single one could dispel the uneasy pounding of their hearts.
For one name echoed in all their minds.
Just one month ago, this man had defied the heavens—escaping the pursuit of the Gods themselves, disappearing into the depths of the Endless Fog Sea.
At that time, his reported strength was estimated to be merely at the threshold of a Lesser God.
But now…
Now, a road of Abyssal Dust—the most corrosive, uncontrollable force known to their world—had appeared, calmly linking the Endless Fog Sea directly to the entrance of the Pure Land.
The power required to create it… To control it… To maintain its existence across realms…
"Gulp..."Someone involuntarily swallowed their breath, their throat dry with dread as they clenched their trembling fists—an instinctive attempt to suppress the fear clawing at their chest.
They weren't alone.
All around, the tension was suffocating. Though countless powerful beings stood shoulder to shoulder, none spoke a word. Their only reassurance—the occasional glance toward the distant throne.
There sat the Abyssal Monarch, Mo Su—his eyes closed in stillness, like a mountain that would never move. At his side stood his High Priests, unmoving, unshaken.
Not far from them, the Gods of the Moon and Star Divine Kingdoms, along with the enigmatic Dreamweaver God, Meng Jianxi, stood in silence—each one bearing the pressure that only beings of their level could endure… and barely so.
Time passed.
The morning light had long broken over the horizon, and now, as the sky reached its zenith at high noon, the very air of the Abyss began to tremble.
A ripple spread—silent at first, then thunderous in sensation. Everyone's eyes snapped toward the road once more.
Their hearts began to pound, as if some ancient beast had stirred beneath their feet.
Then—
A dense veil of Abyssal Dust tore through space, riding along the carved path like a river of night, devouring distance in an instant.
And before anyone could react—before a single word could be spoken— it arrived.
Right at the entrance of the Pure Land as Mo Su open his eyes.