# 563
Chapter 564: Nyx’s Invitation
“Possibility…”
Zhou Ping’s brows knitted together as he fell into thought.
“What do I need to do?”
Nyx looked into Zhou Ping’s eyes and spoke slowly, “I need a sword.”
“A sword?”
“After I return to Olympus… some… unpleasant things may happen.” Nyx said calmly, “Right now I’m only a soul; I have no divine body. Fighting them won’t be convenient.
So, I need a blade that can slay gods.”
Zhou Ping raised a brow. “You’re going to storm the Greek divine kingdom?”
“Yes.” A faint killing intent glimmered in Nyx’s eyes. “Blood debts must be repaid in blood.”
“Those foreign gods are nothing good.” Zhou Ping said seriously.
Twelve years ago Gaia had invaded Great Xia once, directly causing the annihilation of Cangnan City. Two years ago Poseidon, Hades and the rest invaded again; if the Gods of Great Xia hadn’t returned, it would have been another catastrophe.
In Great Xia’s eyes, the Olympian gods had long topped the blacklist.
“I agree.”
“From a certain standpoint, this is also a good thing for Great Xia.” Zhou Ping mused.
Nyx stared at Zhou Ping. “I saw your god-slaying sword— the most stunning blade I’ve witnessed in a hundred years…
I am the creator-goddess of night; you are humanity’s sword immortal. If we join forces, Olympus will face an unprecedented twilight of the gods.
Are you willing to strike this second sword with me?
A sword…
named ‘Revenge’.”
Nyx, clad in a black dress, stood in a pool of blood amid the corpses of ‘Mysteries’. Two blood-colored flames ignited in her deep eyes— the fire of vengeance blazing wildly.
She waited quietly for Zhou Ping’s answer.
Zhou Ping was still thinking.
…
Time ticked by.
Inside the Asylum of the Gods.
Li Yifei and the others lingered in the corridor, yawning as they stared at the motionless black cocoon in the yard.
“It’s been ten minutes— why hasn’t anything happened?” he wondered aloud.
A Zhu was silent a moment. “It’ll probably take a while. When my mom gave birth to me, it took ages.”
“……”
“Soon.” Beside them, the black-pupil man in a top-hat adjusted the brim and spoke slowly, “I see it— he’s about to emerge…
Three,
two,
one.”
Crack—!!
The instant he finished, a thin fissure appeared on the black cocoon. More cracks spread, denser and denser, weaving into a net.
A hand thrust through, tearing the black silk apart, and a figure in a black overcoat stepped out…
Lin Qiye paused, his tightly shut eyes opening slowly.
Within them flashed the same night and starlight that had glimmered in Nyx’s eyes.
His gaze was unfathomable.
He lowered his head, stared at his palm, and after a long daze confusion surfaced.
“Headmaster, it seems you’ve succeeded.” Merlin sensed the change in Lin Qiye’s aura and raised an eyebrow.
“I feel… no different?” Lin Qiye’s expression was odd.
After breaking out of the cocoon, his realm hadn’t risen, his mental power hadn’t grown, his body felt the same— no discernible change. If anything, his temperament had deepened slightly.
“Even I’m not clear on Lady Nyx’s preparations; you can ask her yourself.” Merlin said.
Lin Qiye nodded and vanished from the hospital in a flicker.
Merlin exhaled in relief, grasped the brim of his hat, and cautiously lifted it a fraction…
Black hair drifted down like snowflakes.
Merlin’s mouth twitched. He tremblingly ran a hand across his scalp— another large clump fell away, leaving a textbook Mediterranean bald spot in the center…
Feeling the texture between his fingers, he stood like a statue.
At last the lonely figure let out a long sigh.
“From today on, I’ll drink sesame paste before bed…”
…
Crack—!
Outside, the black cocoon encasing Lin Qiye began to crumble.
Lin Qiye pried open the shell, stepped out in his coat, and froze when his gaze landed on Zhou Ping.
“Sword-Saint senior!”
Zhou Ping turned; keenly sensing the shift in Lin Qiye’s bearing, surprise flashed across his face.
Nyx smiled with satisfaction. “It seems you’ve successfully merged, my child.”
“Mother.”
Lin Qiye glanced at Zhou Ping, then at Nyx. Seeing no signs of conflict— they looked as if they’d just finished chatting— he was astonished.
How did these two end up together?
“Mother, what exactly did you give me?” he asked in bewilderment.
Nyx smiled. “It is the origin of night. Before I became a creator-goddess and forged the Greek divine kingdom, I used it as the soil to gestate the laws of night.”
“Soil for gestating laws?”
“Exactly.” Nyx said slowly, “Before I mastered the law of night, all my divine power— and every ability you just drew— was born from it.”
“So obtaining the origin of night equals obtaining every ability I just drew?” Lin Qiye’s jaw dropped.
“More precisely, you’ve gained their seeds. As you gradually master this origin, they will naturally become yours.” Nyx said gravely, “But its true value is that it can help you give birth to a law of your own.”
Lin Qiye stood stunned.
Before, he might not have grasped what “gestating a law” meant, but after witnessing Zhou Ping carve the Sword Law upon the Great Dao, he understood a law’s importance.
Every law in this world has its owner.
Even if he shattered the ceiling and entered godhood, without a matching law he would only be a stronger Human Apex.
The only method he knew to obtain a law was Zhou Ping’s— cleaving a mark upon the Dao with a sword… but not everyone was Zhou Ping.
That path was too hard, too uncertain.
Now Nyx had prepared another road— a smoother one.
To gestate his own law.
With this origin of night, given the right fate, he might birth a law unique to himself. Though the chance was slim, success would mean… he would qualify for godhood.
This was Nyx’s final gift.
A gift of apotheosis.