# 1713
Chapter 1713: Black King
Kusuen's replication power was incredibly powerful. It only took a few moments for Gongyang Zhuo's body to be fully formed!
Gongyang Wan tightly embraced the young man in her arms, her eyes filled with tension. She gently patted his back and called out softly:
"A-Zhuo? A-Zhuo?"
A moment later, Gongyang Zhuo's eyelashes trembled slightly, then his eyes slowly opened. Looking at Gongyang Wan's face before him, he froze in place.
"A-Zhuo? Do you recognize me?" Gongyang Wan's hands couldn't stop trembling, her voice hoarse.
"Older sister..."
At these words, tears uncontrollably spilled from Gongyang Wan's eyes. She suddenly embraced the young man tightly, falling to her knees, and burst into wailing sobs before the broken spear!
The crowd had never witnessed Gongyang Wan so emotionally overwhelmed. For a moment, everyone exchanged uncertain glances—some joyful, others contemplative.
After a considerable time, Gongyang Wan's emotions gradually stabilized. She gently set down Gongyang Zhuo, and only then did the group catch a clear glimpse of the young man's features.
Gongyang Zhuo's face bore a striking resemblance to Gongyang Wan's, with four points of similarity. Despite his youth, he possessed delicate and refined features—refined yet not effeminate, and like his sister, his brow carried an unmistakable aura of determination and resilience.
Gongyang Zhuo's eyes were also red. He dropped to his knees with a thud, kowtowing deeply before the broken spear:
"Junior Gongyang Zhuo, eternally grateful for the Marquis's life-giving benevolence!"
Gongyang Wan observed her brother's gesture without intervening. She understood her brother's profound admiration for Huo Qubing, and recognized that her own life had been salvaged through his intervention. These kowtows were entirely justified.
After eight full, respectful kowtows, Gongyang Zhuo rose and turned to face Lin Qiye and Hu Jia in the courtyard. He knelt and bowed deeply once more.
"I kneel to express my eternal gratitude to all of you for my rebirth. Gongyang Zhuo will never forget this kindness!"
Lin Qiye attempted to help the young man stand, but Gongyang Zhuo stubbornly refused to rise until he completed eight more kowtows. His sincerity was evident in the intensity of his bows, which had left his forehead bloodied. With a mixture of amusement and compassion, Lin Qiye gently wiped the blood away while explaining that such formal gestures weren't necessary, as their assistance was minimal.
Before he could finish, Lin Qiye suddenly froze.
He stared at the damaged spot on Gongyang Zhuo's forehead, noticing faint wisps of black energy emanating from the wound—something nearly imperceptible without careful observation.
Black energy?
Could this body still have hidden impurities?
Lin Qiye's brow furrowed. He leaned closer to the wound on Gongyang Zhuo's forehead, and a scent wafted into his nostrils.
This wasn't the repulsive odor typically associated with the Cthulhu Faction, but rather resembled... malevolent energy?
Malevolent energy?!
Lin Qiye seemed to recall something, a thought striking his mind like thunder. He stared呆呆 at the young man before him, Gongyang Zhuo, his entire body rigid as if carved from stone.
There was no mistake... This malevolent energy was nearly identical to the flames of chaos that had surrounded Cao Yuan after his transformation into madness in the future!
Could it be that Gongyang Zhuo was actually...
The [Black King]?!
Lin Qiye clearly remembered hearing the truth about the Black King from Taibai Jinxing at Heavenly Court. The Black King sealed within Cao Yuan was a mortal from thousands of years ago who had attempted to break through to the Supreme Realm—and failed.
At the time, Lin Qiye had wondered: since he was a mortal, how could he possibly bypass the step of becoming a god and directly challenge the Supreme Realm?
And after failing to break through to the Supreme Realm, this mortal's mind had deteriorated, becoming a monster that knew only slaughter... which was why he was called the [Black King].
But looking at the young Gongyang Zhuo before him, Lin Qiye instantly understood everything.
If Gongyang Zhuo was the [Black King], then it all made sense... From the very beginning, he was never truly human. His body was made from Kusuen's heart, a product from beyond the domain, existing between the Cthulhu Faction and humanity. Therefore, in the future, he could directly bypass the threshold of becoming a god and, without the constraints of laws, fight the Supreme Realm head-on!
And the mental deterioration after his failed attempt to break through to the Supreme Realm was entirely expected. The Cthulhu Faction inherently possessed mental corruption powers. If Gongyang Zhuo truly reached the point of clashing with the Supreme Realm through his own strength, he would inevitably disrupt the balance between humanity and the Cthulhu Faction within this body, leading to his consciousness sinking...
Just as he feared, the Gongyang Zhuo resurrected in this manner was no longer a pure human, but an aberration beyond anyone's comprehension!
"Lord Lin, what's wrong?" Gongyang Zhuo tilted his head, confused. "Is there something on my face?"
Lin Qiye snapped back to reality. He gazed at Gongyang Zhuo with complex emotions and said:
"It's nothing... Whatever happens in the future, you must protect your sister, understood?"
"That goes without saying!" Gongyang Zhuo didn't hesitate in the slightest. "Not only will I protect my sister, but I will also protect the world! I want to become a great person like the Marquis!"
Lin Qiye patted his head, then slowly stood up. Gongyang Wan had already walked to Gongyang Zhuo's side and said softly:
"After Sister finishes her business, she'll take you to eat something delicious, okay?"
"Okay!"
Gongyang Wan nodded to Lin Qiye, gripped the broken spear in her hand, and a faint humming sound emanated from it.
"What should I do?"
"Below Chang'an lies the most flourishing dragon vein of the Great Han. As long as this weapon fused with flesh and blood is submerged into the earth, the Marquis can bathe in the torrent of fortune and have his divine soul nurtured," Yan Zhong explained slowly.
"Leave it to me."
Gongyang Wan's expression shifted. One palm pressed against the courtyard's ground, and the earth suddenly liquefied into mud, continuously descending toward the planet's core. A pitch-black deep well appeared before everyone's eyes.
She placed the spear's tip against the muddy surface, and the bloodstained weapon automatically sank into the earth, eventually disappearing without a trace.
After completing this, Gongyang Wan stood up and covered this deep well with a thick wooden board, making it convenient for her to visit and check on the Marquis's nurtured divine soul years later.
"Well then, I'll take my leave for now."
Gongyang Wan smiled, took Gongyang Zhuo's hand, and walked directly toward the streets outside Chang'an. The crowd naturally refrained from disturbing this reunion between siblings separated by life and death, watching their backs disappear into the distance.
Lin Qiye gazed at this scene, murmuring to himself:
"The Marquis has become a spirit guarding the qi and fortune, and I've concealed him. Now the causal paradox of the Black King has also formed... With this, the history belonging to Cao Yuan will also be completely hidden."
"What did you say?" Yan Zhong, standing nearby, asked in confusion.
"Nothing."
Lin Qiye raised his head to look at the sky. Under the azure heavens, that most brilliant crimson star had already disappeared. He contemplated for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"The death star has been destroyed. The gods of Heavenly Court should also return... It's time to go find him."
"Find who?"
"Lingbao Tianzun."