# Chapter 2018: The Name of the Creation God
The desolate land of barrenness was as silent as a ghost domain, not even the ominous cawing of crows sounded.
Yun Che lay there without a sound, his body ravaged by the backlash of Divine Ashes. No one knew how long he had been unconscious.
Everyone in the Abyss knew that falling unconscious in the Mist Sea or near it was extremely dangerous. Because an unguarded body would be silently devoured by the ubiquitous Abyss Dust, dragged into the death abyss without a sound.
But the floating Abyss Dust did not linger on Yun Che's body. Instead, when approaching him, it showed a tendency—though not obvious, but indeed present—to "move away."
As a pure destructive force with no consciousness to speak of, it actually displayed a strange... fear toward Yun Che?
At this point, Yun Che's body had only been in contact with Abyss Dust for a month.
The Abyss Dust remained the Abyss Dust, unchanged. But its reaction to his body was clearly very different from when he first entered the Abyss.
It seemed that his body was undergoing some subtle mutation during its contact with the Abyss Dust.
After all, that was the Primordial Saint Body belonging to the Primordial Divine.
Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared in the dim world.
This white light was not intense, but it was extremely pure and pristine, carrying an indescribable holiness.
The moment it shone, it instantly separated the surrounding space from the entire world, as if this light was something that should not exist in the world of the Abyss.
Within the white light was a woman's figure, her form soft as carved jade and ethereal as a dream.
She slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers brushing strands of holy white light, gently covering Yun Che's body.
Immediately, the wounds covering Yun Che's entire body began to contract and heal at a visible rate... Even the dirt on his body was rapidly purified and disappearing at an astonishing speed.
Just then, Yun Che, who was "unconscious," suddenly opened his eyes, his arm shooting out like lightning toward the white figure before him.
The white figure showed no reaction, allowing his suddenly extended hand to touch her fingers... but it passed right through, only stirring a pure white ripple.
A soul body?
Yun Che slowly sat up, his hand grasping empty air, and stared at the white figure before him: "Who are you?"
The figure was vague and indistinct within the white light, her face impossible to discern, only recognizable as a woman with flowing hair that seemed capable of weaving dreams.
And the pure white profound light flowing over his body at this moment filled him with unparalleled astonishment. Yun Che possessed the Dragon God's Body, the Great Dao Pagoda Art, and the Life Miracle, making his self-healing ability unmatched, surpassing all healing arts in the world. But now, the speed at which both his external and internal injuries were healing shocked him beyond belief.
It was several times faster than his own healing ability!
He knew in an instant that the power flowing over him was Light Profound Force.
In his life, he only knew three people who possessed Light Profound Force: himself, Shen Xi, and their daughter Yun Xi. The strongest was undoubtedly Shen Xi.
But the Light Profound Force covering him now was more than ten times purer and denser than Shen Xi's!
And the divine power within this white light was clearly...
The Life Miracle!
"Who... am... I..."
She murmured softly, but the voice did not come from in front of him, but echoed within Yun Che's soul sea.
This voice was as soft as spring water and mist, as ethereal as celestial music from beyond the clouds... beautiful as if it could only come from a dream that could construct any extravagant fantasy, not from this world full of filth.
"I have asked myself 'who am I' time and time again. When I awakened, my world was filled with countless blank fragments. There were many names, many memories—some clear, some blurry. But they were scattered like stars. I could not piece them together, could not erase the mist over them, could not know... who I am."
Yun Che was momentarily stunned. The voice in his soul sea seemed to have a magical power that could lead one into a dream. More clearly, this voice also carried the power of the Life Miracle, silently brushing away the heavy burden in his heart that had arisen because of Yun Xi.
"So, who are you?" he asked.
Undoubtedly, this was the "white shadow" that the Azure Dragon Emperor had described as an illusion, and the "big white sister" that Hong'er had mentioned.
The one who had instantly saved the Azure Dragon Emperor when he should have died, who had quickly awakened him when he was near death after the battle with Mo Beichen, who had healed eighty percent of his internal injuries when he woke up after falling into the Abyss's chaotic currents...
Now, while conscious, he understood just how terrifying this healing power was.
The white figure spoke slowly: "When I awakened, I had already been following you without separation. Over the years, I used the cognition you obtained to rebuild my own cognition. Gradually, the fragmented memories pieced together within the regained cognition, and I found my name again."
"Li... Suo."
The white light flowed, and all of Yun Che's external injuries vanished in that instant.
But Yun Che seemed oblivious, staring blankly at the fairy-like, dreamlike white figure before him, as if truly led into a hazy dream.
Because the name ringing in his soul was the divine name of the Creation God.
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This was a vast mountain range stretching for millions of li, with countless peaks hundreds of thousands of zhang tall piercing through the sky like giant beasts overlooking the world.
Surrounded by mountains was a massive barrier that had existed for countless years, sealing out the Abyss Dust and all foreign races from entering.
A petite figure wrapped in a gray robe passed through the barrier and flew straight down.
As she landed, a gentle voice stopped her.
"Long Xi, you're back."
The middle-aged man who spoke had fair skin, a refined yet majestic appearance, but his dragon eyes contained a divine light that could frighten all living beings in an instant.
He looked at Long Xi and suddenly frowned: "You're injured?"
"Mm," Long Xi responded coldly, directly passing by his side.
The middle-aged man was clearly accustomed to this and was not angered. He turned around and advised again: "Long Xi, why must you always be so stubborn? You already know about the 'Eternal Pure Land.' If you fulfill the Dragon Lord's wish and take him as your father, not only..."
"Scram!"
One word choked off the rest of the middle-aged man's words. He watched Long Xi leave, shaking his head helplessly and regretfully.
Returning to her own mountain domain, she passed through a small barrier. Her steps immediately became much lighter, and the coldness on her face vanished in an instant.
She came before a standing tombstone and slowly knelt down.
But this peace had only just begun when it was shattered by a rough voice.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of the barrier being continuously struck rang out, followed by a man's impatient roar: "Long Xi, get the hell out here!"
Long Xi's closed eyes opened, her face expressionless.
With a single movement, she appeared before the barrier. As she opened a gap in the barrier, the man who had been shouting appeared before Long Xi.
He was a tall man with a sinister look in his eyes. His appearance and his name were known to every dragon within this million-li mountain range.
Because he was the sole heir of the Ancestral Dragon lineage in this generation.
The future Young Dragon Lord who would lead all dragon clans in the Abyss.
Long Wangchu.
Seeing Long Xi, his eyes visibly narrowed... No matter how many times he saw her, the two ugly black marks on her face always made him uncomfortable, like the most flawless beautiful jade stained with the ugliest filth.
"Oh! So you did come back. I almost thought you had slipped away and died out there."
Facing his frantic gaze and sarcastic words, Long Xi pointed at her heart... As her face suddenly lost its color and took on a sickly pallor, a drop of blood condensed at her fingertip, and she pushed it toward Long Wangchu.
"Take it and get lost!"
With that, she didn't spare him another glance. She turned around, and the barrier behind her slowly closed.
The tiny drop of blood instantly filled Long Wangchu's pupils. He eagerly collected it, but did not leave. Instead, he suddenly moved and rushed into the barrier just before it fully closed.
Long Xi's eyes immediately congealed with bone-chilling cold.
"Long Xi, this time your essence blood was a full nineteen hours late, and you made me wait nineteen hours too." Long Wangchu's tone gradually deepened: "It seems as time passes, you're getting more and more out of line. If there's a next time..."
"This barrier is off-limits to everyone, including the Dragon Lord," Long Xi suddenly said flatly. "That was an order personally given by the Dragon Lord back then. Have you forgotten?"
"Heh, hahaha!" Long Wangchu laughed wildly: "Then I have intruded. What can you do to me? I am genuinely curious about this broken..."
Bang!
Long Wangchu's body was slammed against the barrier by a huge pale dragon claw.
"You..." Long Wangchu's dragon eyes widened. His resistance force had just gathered when it was forcibly suppressed. Then his arms were roughly twisted behind him by the dragon claw and, amidst thunderous sounds of breaking bones... mercilessly snapped.
"Waaaaaah!"
The barrier echoed with Long Wangchu's miserable screams, like a vengeful ghost.
Long Xi slowly closed her fingers, using the pale dragon claw to bind Long Wangchu's broken arms together: "Long Wangchu, no matter how arrogant and rampant you usually are in front of me, I treat it as a clown jumping around and ignore it. But you dare to step into this place—that touches my reverse scale!"
"You... you!" Long Wangchu's pupils were about to crack, his eyes full of disbelief.
His age was five times Long Xi's, but among dragonkind, he was still young, his cultivation already at the eighth level of the Divine Lord realm. At this age and cultivation, he was considered an unparalleled genius among dragonkind, unmatched by any of his peers.
Except by Long Xi!
And his fierce progress over the years, far surpassing his predecessors, was all thanks to the tempering of his body by Long Xi's essence blood.
He was the only Ancestral Dragon of this generation, the future Dragon Lord. And Long Xi, no matter how talented, was ultimately an outsider dragon of unknown origin. The highest-grade resources of the dragon clan should all belong to him, and any dragon in the clan should sacrifice for him.
He never imagined that this scar-faced dragoness, who should exist to be sacrificed for him, would dare to injure him.
"You dare... hurt... me!" Long Wangchu gritted his teeth, his gaze sinister and venomous.
"Hurt you?" Long Xi laughed, a chilling laugh: "I dare to kill you too. Believe it?"
"Heh, hehe..." Long Wangchu sneered with a twisted face: "With just..."
Chiii!!
A sword light shot out from Long Xi's wide sleeve, viciously piercing into Long Wangchu's throat, the tip of the sword protruding from the back of his neck.
"Ah... aaaah... ah..." Exploding bloodshot veins instantly covered Long Wangchu's dragon pupils. Sinisterness and shock completely vanished from his pale face, leaving only extreme fear.
Long Xi walked slowly closer. The faint smile on her lips, coupled with the terrifying black marks on her face, made invisible fear like thousands of demons gnaw at Long Wangchu's frantically trembling body: "What if I kill you? At most, it's one life for one life."
"You are the Young Dragon Lord with an infinite future, while I have nothing, no attachments. The thing I fear least is death."
Chiii!!
The cold sword in Long Wangchu's neck was thrust in another inch, nearly severing his entire throat.
"Speaking of which, in this dragon clan, the ones who least want me dead are ironically not me, but your father, your Dragon Lord, and all your elders." Long Xi spoke slowly, her cold gaze like that of someone watching a lowly spirit about to die: "Because if I die, you, this waste, will truly have no hope. If you have no hope, then this Ancestral Dragon lineage of yours will also be completely hopeless."
"So, they have to beg me to live well. This barrier that no one can enter was also one of the conditions of my deal with the Dragon Lord. What a pity, you useless waste can't even be bothered to be worthy. You actually dare to touch my taboo. In that case... it's better to just kill you. Maybe if you die, the Dragon Lord might not necessarily be willing to kill me."
The cold murderous intent was as dense as substance, stabbing every frantically trembling nerve throughout his entire body.
"Wait... wait..." Long Wangchu's pupils were about to split. His severed throat barely squeezed out hoarse words, and his rather long legs trembled uncontrollably: "Spare... me..."
Because this was no threat or intimidation—it was the true terror of imminent death.
"Mm?" Long Xi narrowed her eyes: "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
"Spare me... spare me..." He sensed a chance to live and desperately forced out his voice: "I... was terribly wrong... ah... spare me..."
"Then from now on, will you come near this place?" Long Xi looked down at him.
Long Wangchu's eyes showed pleading: "No... will never dare..."
"Good." Long Xi's brows seemed to relax slightly: "I hope after today, you understand one thing... It's fine to provoke anyone, but never provoke a madman who has nothing to lose!"
Chiii!
The sharp sword was pulled out of Long Wangchu's throat. The dragon claw pressing him down also disappeared. The barrier opened, and a tremendous force hurled him out like discarded trash. The barrier then closed.
"Cough... cough cough cough... vomit... cough..."
Long Wangchu coughed up bloody foam violently. He forcefully used dragon qi to set his broken arms, barely covering the wound on his throat, while his other broken arm scraped along the ground as he crawled frantically away from Long Xi.
Death had never been so close. Fear had never been so bone-deep... Raised in reverence since childhood, his dragon courage had nearly shattered.
"Speaking of which, let me tell you one more thing."
A crack opened in the barrier, and Long Xi's voice, which made him tremble with fear, came through: "This time, the pioneer sent by the Pure Land has successfully reached the 'Eternal Pure Land.' Do you know what that means?"
"..." Long Wangchu looked up in pain and fear, his face full of shock.
"With the location of the 'Eternal Pure Land' confirmed, the next time the passage opens, the Abyss Emperor can lead people to that Eternal Pure Land. It seems that pioneer knight called Mo Beichen has already fully controlled the Eternal Pure Land, waiting for the Abyss Emperor's arrival."
"But the number of people who can enter the passage each time is limited. Guess who is qualified and who will be abandoned?"
"The answer is crystal clear... Wastes are only destined to be abandoned. Hmm? Judging by your expression, could it be... you don't know about this?"
"..." Long Wangchu's throat bones moved. His pupils, which had just contracted, dilated several times more.
"This matter, outside the Pure Land, is known to the Six Divine Kingdoms and the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Lord told me but not you... What does that mean?"
Long Wangchu froze there, as if unwilling to believe, or as if afraid to believe. Only his broken throat kept emitting hoarse sounds.
"Go complain to the Dragon Lord like the qualified waste you are. I'm very much looking forward to his reaction."
The barrier closed, and everything fell silent.
Long Xi turned around. Whether Long Wangchu would retaliate, complain, or swallow his grievance, she couldn't care less.
No one disturbed her. She knelt again before the tombstone, her jade hand over her heart, her eyes closed. Only her body swayed slightly.
She was injured, had just lost essence blood, and had attacked Long Wangchu... But this pain was negligible to her, not even worthy of showing a trace of pain in this deserted place.
"Mother, I successfully obtained the Qilin Bone Spirit Orchid. Of the Five Spirit Supreme Treasures, I have obtained four, only the last one remains... By then, it should be enough... no, it will definitely bring you back."
"Wait for me, just wait a little longer for me... I beg you to wait for me... It really won't be long."
She murmured softly, as if her mother was right in front of her, quietly listening.
"Mother, I have grown up... This sanctuary was obtained in exchange for my essence blood—a fair trade... and there are no emotional entanglements. After you return, you can freely stay or leave, without being bound by anyone or anything... There will never be ties like in the Dragon God Realm back then... There will never be things like that again..."
"Then, I will protect mother, and mother will protect me. We can go wherever we want... Okay?"
"..."
"Mother, I... saw him... He didn't die as you said back then, and he came to the Abyss..."
"Clearly, I had already cut the word 'father' from my life... But when I saw him, I still couldn't resist... letting loose terribly... It was so ugly... Like a naive child... Heh, how pathetic."
"I know, even after that calamity... Mother must want to reunite with him. Even if it's just to see him again, please come back... Please... I beg you..."
"Don't... dis... appear..."
"Mother... I only have you... I really... only have you..."
Her hand rested on the tombstone. The patch of earth before that stone held almost all the tears she had shed in her life.
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Long Wangchu's arms were barely straightened. The wound on his neck was tightly bound with his clothes. When he staggered back to his own mountain domain, a majestic and calm voice spoke: "Wangchu, what happened?"
Long Wangchu stopped in his tracks, a flash of hatred in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by struggle. Finally, when he turned around, he forced a calm expression: "No trouble. I was accidentally injured while cultivating. Thank you for your concern, Supreme Elder."
The Supreme Elder's gaze swept across his neck. He frowned slightly but didn't press further, saying lightly: "Mm, injuries during cultivation are inevitable. As long as it's nothing serious."
With that, he was about to leave when Long Wangchu stopped him: "Supreme Elder, Wangchu has a question. I heard that this time, the Abyss Knight sent by the Pure Land successfully reached the 'Eternal Pure Land'?"
The Supreme Elder suddenly turned his head: "How do you know... Hmph, it seems the Dragon Lord couldn't hold back and told you early. Very well."
Long Wangchu's mouth twitched unnaturally.
"That's right. About a year ago, this time's pioneer knight successfully reached the 'Eternal Pure Land' and sent back a sound transmission before the passage closed. However, due to the existence of the Time Black Tide, only about a month should have passed on the 'Eternal Pure Land' side."
"But the power level of the 'Eternal Pure Land' is very low. The Divine Lord realm is already the peak. A month is probably enough for an Abyss Knight to control the situation."
"Hmph, that Abyss Knight named Mo Beichen got lucky. As a pioneer, he will probably be recorded in history forever."
Long Wangchu's heart shook violently... What Long Xi said was actually true! And the Dragon Lord had actually told Long Xi first, without telling him!
He took a deep breath and probed: "Then... if the passage opens again, how many people can pass through at once?"
The Supreme Elder gave him a deep look and said: "The passage can only be opened by the Abyss Emperor, roughly once every fifty years. As for how many can pass through each time, only the Abyss Emperor knows. But... abandonment is inevitable."
When the Abyss no longer has a Pure Land, no longer has Divine Kingdoms...
That would be the true abyss of death.
"Opening the passage also requires the power of the Six Divine Kingdoms and our Dragon Clan, so for now, only the Six Divine Kingdoms and our Dragon Clan know about this. It must absolutely not be leaked, including to other dragon clans outside our Ancestral Dragon lineage." The Supreme Elder warned solemnly... Though he was sure the Dragon Lord had already repeatedly emphasized this.
"Wangchu understands. Rest assured, Supreme Elder." Long Wangchu quickly nodded in agreement. As he turned away, his teeth clenched tightly, and his heart was in turmoil.