# Chapter 1979: Wuyi and Wuqing
His body plummeted at immense speed, yet there was no sound of wind whistling past his ears. Destruction force assailed him chaotically from all directions, seeking to turn everything it touched into fine dust.
But just as Yun Che had perceived from Jie Yuan, the destruction force that in ancient times could devour even True Gods could no longer threaten his body.
This was the power of "Annihilation" separated by the Primordial Divine during creation. But with the collapse of the primordial laws and the mutations of countless ages, it had grown far too weak.
What was millions of times more terrifying was the pulling force. The moment he fell into the Abyss of Nothingness, his body suddenly felt a billion times heavier, and his descent accelerated explosively.
Profound force surged within him, and he instinctively tried to resist. But even with his current power, which could be called invincible in the present world, pushing it to the limit only slowed his descent slightly—it could not stop it.
Moreover, as he fell, the already horrifying pulling force increased sharply with every instant, as if countless ancient demon god's great palms were below, dragging him down into an endless demonic abyss from which there was no return.
Although he had already perceived something from the soul fragments left by Jie Yuan, experiencing it personally still made his soul tremble with shock.
He knew even more that if he continued falling, this pulling force would become so terrifying that even Jie Yuan would have to be wary and turn back.
In the million-year history of the God Realm, whether living beings or dead objects, once they fell into the Abyss of Nothingness, they vanished forever—without exception.
So the true reason was not the annihilation force within, but this pulling force that was simply impossible to shake off.
This should be part of the law force set by the Primordial Divine for the abyss that had not yet completely collapsed.
Even a True God of the abyss could not resist it.
His entire body was wracked with knife-like pain. Yun Che gathered his mind, slowly circulating his power to protect his entire body.
No objects, no light, no sound. The flow of time became exceptionally blurry. Even his consciousness was being rapidly drained away invisibly.
The pulling force continued to increase sharply. The devouring annihilation force attacking him grew stronger and stronger. Gradually, the already chaotic space spawned countless vortexes, constantly tearing at Yun Che's body.
Later, even the vortexes disappeared, replaced by completely shattered space. Endless space fragments twisted and rampaged without end, annihilating all existence.
If a profound practitioner below the Divine Lord Realm fell into this place, they would be destroyed into dust within a few short breaths. Yun Che's body was torn with thousands of blood marks. His eyes remained terrifyingly cold and awake. The Evil God Realm Gate opened step by step, profound force surged slowly, and he spread an Evil God barrier to wrap around his body. But in his heart, a strong sense of unease began to stir.
The annihilation force, the pulling force, plus such terrifying spatial storms... When Xia Qingyue fell back then, she had already been severely wounded by him, and her power was nearly exhausted.
Was it really possible for her to survive... even a tiny bit...
He bit his tongue fiercely, forcibly dispelling these thoughts that should not exist. He strove to maintain the clarity of his perception, gradually accelerating the circulation of his profound force until it reached its limit.
The terror of the pulling force from below had long surpassed the boundaries of his understanding, making it impossible for him to generate even a trace of will to resist. The spatial storms grew even more horrifying, gradually transforming from space fragments into terrifying spatial dust.
Only the annihilation force increased the slowest.
Time flowed at an unrecognizable rate. Perhaps several hours, perhaps several days, perhaps several years.
His body was covered in wounds, yet no blood was visible. Because blood beads had not yet had time to splash out before they were instantly devoured.
His internal organs had been churned into countless cracks by the spatial storms, and his soul sea was in constant upheaval.
Then, a tremendous sense of danger struck violently, followed by pain that intensified dozens of times in an instant.
He felt as if his body was being simultaneously sliced by thousands of guillotines, mercilessly broken apart. The clarity he had been struggling to maintain told him that he had clearly been pulled into a spatial black hole!
Yun Che's eyes were tightly shut, but no sound could escape from between his clenched teeth. To protect his homeland, he had to face the entire abyss alone.
This was only the first step! He was the emperor of the world, the inheritor of the Evil God and Jietian Modi's power, the only hope!
How could he fall here!!
"Yama King" activated, his profound aura ignited, and black demonic flames exploded on Yun Che's body. Even with the Eternal Calamity Demonic Flame protecting him, his body was nearly snapped apart by the spatial black hole.
When he was thrown out of the black hole, Yun Che had no time to catch his breath before he was sucked into another spatial black hole, then ruthlessly spat out again.
Each time he was sucked into and thrown out of a spatial black hole was a completely unknown spatial shift. Yun Che was like a withered leaf caught in ten thousand raging waves—his body and soul were twisted, torn, and overturned violently time and again... Finally, when he was thrown out of a black hole for who knows how many times, his world buzzed and went blank, then fell into complete darkness.
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An unknown space. The sky was gray and heavy, and the divine hall beneath this sky was even darker, with barely any light visible.
Every wisp of aura within it was extremely dark and oppressive. Anyone who stepped inside would feel as if an icy demonic finger was gripping their throat, unable to breathe.
No one dared approach this place, and no one could approach it. Because it was a god's sleeping hall.
A very slight sound, tearing through the oppression, seemed especially loud.
The hall doors and barrier were opened, revealing an extremely beautiful woman's silhouette. But in just an instant, as the barrier closed, darkness fell again. That moment seemed like nothing more than a fleeting dream.
Extreme oppression sealed everything tightly—no air or elemental flow. The very light footsteps seemed to tread upon the heart, pulling at the soul's trembling.
In the darkness, the woman stopped and knelt down.
"Greetings, Mother God."
Boom!! Space was pierced like cloth. An invisible aura surged from somewhere unknown, violently landing on the woman's body.
Her body swayed, then she forcibly steadied herself, allowing this terrifying aura to directly enter her profound meridians.
"Hmph!" A cold snort, the chilling might within it causing the dark space to sharply contract. "You haven't disappointed me after all. This level of progress has even somewhat exceeded my expectations."
It was a woman's voice. The words were praising, but the tone was bone-chillingly cold, and the timbre was harsh and hoarse to the extreme. When they entered the ears, every word was like a poisoned blade stabbing straight into the eardrums and heart, causing unbearable pain.
The woman hidden in the darkness bowed her head deeply. "I dare not slacken even a bit in what Mother God expects of me."
The hoarse voice sounded again: "You are far better than that waste Wuqing. It's not in vain that I abolished her for you." Her tone abruptly shifted, the already soul-shaking voice growing even deeper and darker. "The time to go to the Pure Land is near. When you see that old fellow Yuan Huang this time, don't you dare embarrass me!"
Every word carried a bone-deep resentment, as if all beings in the world were irreconcilable enemies. Only she in the world dared call Yuan Huang "that old fellow Yuan Huang."
"Yes." The woman called "Wuyi" bowed her head in response.
"Now, all six Divine Kingdoms have found their Divine Successors. Of the seven Divine Successors, five are male! That girl from Zhetian Divine Kingdom is still a waste with an empty divine rank. Truly pitiful, pathetic, laughable!"
"Wuyi, remember this: all men in this world are filthy livestock! That old fellow Yuan Huang is no exception. At this Pure Land meeting, you must trample those five little bastards underfoot and make them know how lowly their title of 'Divine Son' is!"
"If you cannot do it, I will throw you into the E'shen Abyss and grant you a hundred years of the ten-thousand-bones-piercing punishment!"
The woman's aura was as calm as before, without any fear or hesitation, and without even a trace of hatred or resentment. "To Wuyi, disappointing Mother God is an unforgivable sin. I would willingly suffer ten thousand times the punishment!"
Ten thousand times the ten-thousand-bones-piercing punishment was practically the most extreme curse upon oneself. Yet spoken from her lips, it was infinitely resolute.
So resolute it was bone-chilling. As if what she said was true—disappointing "Mother God" was the most unforgivable sin in the world.
"Very good." These two simplest words were already the highest praise that could come from her. "If you are cruel enough to yourself, you can be cruel enough to others. In this, you have slightly surpassed Wuqing. Hmph, a waste is always a waste."
"A waste, of course, should not stay around to annoy Mother God." The woman's voice remained as calm as water. Her world seemed to have no emotional fluctuations, only regarding "Mother God" as her sole faith.
"This is also the task I am about to give you."
"You go. Kill her with your own hands." The voice was cold and cruel, as if the person she referred to was not the Divine Successor she had nurtured for a thousand years, but a lump of waste that could be crushed at any time.
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Stepping out of the great hall, light fell upon her. A single hall's separation felt like an entirely different world.
She walked slowly, black hair and ink-colored robes, without luster or dust. The gray sky seemed ready to fall, and her vision was filled with oppressive haziness.
This was a place where True Gods dwelled. She walked within it as if treading alone through an empty, deathly silent land—every step chilling the soul.
Before a low, ruined hall, two old women with black marks carved on their faces bowed. "Young Master."
No response. She continued forward, and the hall door opened silently, revealing a scene of decay.
Amidst swirling gray mist, a woman sat slumped on the ground, slowly raising her head. Beneath disheveled hair were eyes so dim they held almost no light at all.
That face was deathly pale, like a corpse. It was hard to imagine what kind of pain and despair she had already endured.
"Shen... Wu... Yi..." Her lips moved slightly, the sound she made carried no surprise, no pleading, no resentment—only a numbness that wrenched at the heart.
She was alive, yet already seemed dead.
Bang. The hall door closed, sealing everything away.
Soon, the woman's palm lit up with profound light, illuminating every corner of this place.
"Shen Wuqing, I have broken through yet again." She looked down, gazing at the woman who lay limp like a corpse. "You should fully understand now that Mother God's choice was supreme and wise."
"Heh." In response, Shen Wuqing let out a cold, bitter laugh. "Even if you surpass me ten thousand times, she could have simply stripped me of my Divine Successor status. Why did she have to abolish me and humiliate me to this extent!"
Her name was Shen Wuqing. But anyone in this world who saw her at this moment would never believe she was Shen Wuqing.
Because the name "Shen Wuqing" was the name of the Divine Successor of the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom! She was this generation's "Divine Maiden" of the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom, the future supreme True God!
But that was the past. Now, the Eternal Night Divine Maiden was named Shen Wuyi.
Her appearance had caused the Divine Venerable of the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom to abolish Shen Wuqing's title of "Eternal Night Divine Maiden," and even abolish her cultivation, sever her lower limbs and all meridians in her body, and cast her into this ruined hall filled with abyss dust, letting her slowly die in agony under the erosion and torment of the abyss dust.
Overnight, she went from a Divine Maiden looked up to by the world to a broken body waiting for death.