PFC Chapter 987 Snow in the Abyss (818)
Chapter 987 Snow in the Abyss (818)
Chapter 987 Snow in the Abyss (8.18)
The magnificent palace exuded an indescribable atmosphere of solemnity.
Mountains and rivers, the sun and moon, the four directions of heaven and earth, spring, summer, autumn and winter—all sorts of beautiful and wondrous fragments of space, in their cycle, converge into a mighty and ever-flowing river of matter.
With delicate, pale fingers manipulating the air, it comes from the past and goes to the void.
As the river washes away the dust, faint, illusory marks drift like snowflakes across the ever-changing landscape of the myriad realms.
"Oh dear, Your Majesty is so heartless. So many men, if not infatuated, are at least loyal to you. Even if you don't care about your brothers, it would be great if you let me be sold into the abyss."
A courtier, whose waist was adorned with the inscription "Youxu," entered the hall. His voice was gentle and refined, like that of a well-bred young master from a noble family. Yet, his words lacked any respect, instead displaying a mocking and teasing tone.
"Is our master brother so infatuated with you?"
At the very top, the false Empress Wutian remained unmoved, merely glancing down with a gaze as cold as a blade.
After a brief silence, the man lay prostrate on the ground with a smile.
"If you kill this last playboy, I won't be able to cooperate with you for a while. We won't interfere with your love-hate relationship with Lord Cangqiong Sulin."
Blood began to flow from his seven orifices, but his smile remained: "When the time comes, I will disappear from your world and find a secluded corner to fend for myself."
As long as you're happy, that's all that matters. At worst, I won't lick your wounds anymore; I'll lick mine instead.
“Even the noble consorts of the harem whom I am about to execute are not something that someone like you, a being from the Netherworld, should touch.” Empress Wutian did not show Menek a kind face because of her false identity.
"But the title of Noble Lord of Youxu suits Youxu quite well, doesn't it?" The 'Noble Lord' face that Menek possessed became increasingly fragmented. He seemed to have regained a sliver of himself, and asked the question with heartache:
"Your Majesty, can't you spare Bei Chen's life, considering the life-and-death bond you shared in the Bewildering Realm ten thousand years ago and his many meritorious deeds over the years?"
"I will die and never return. If you concubines in the harem do not commit suicide, your own factions will sooner or later create turmoil as you vie for control of Wutian. Don't blame me for being ruthless."
Empress Wutian tapped her imperial throne lightly with her index finger: "I really cannot keep you here."
thump—
The Noble Lord of the Netherworld transformed into a cloud of blood mist, and all the matter and energy related to him also flowed out of this world, surging along the long river to different worlds.
"You damned vile woman, you actually did it?!"
It was as if the sounds of different languages spoken by millions of people, men, women, and children, were echoing deep within the soul of the Wutian Empress.
Menek's phantom flew out from a thread within the Empress's soul and landed back in the hall. He spoke with a tone of surprise and amusement:
"Your 'Netherworld Male Consort' still understands you, you know? His last thought was..."
"This iron-crotch bitch speaks so grandly, isn't it just because she's afraid that a new Cosmic Emperor will replace all traces of you?"
"Wutian cannot fall into the Netherworld. Rather, their deaths are related to you." The Empress lowered her eyes.
Even if it is a phantom that has been re-energized by the miracle of the Demon God's creation, possessing a false self, it has made the reaction that the 'true self' should have made at this point in time and under these circumstances.
"It's just a multiverse, fine, fine, I am the source of evil."
Menek chuckled, waving his hand, not intending to get too entangled in the historical traces of Empress Wutian on this matter.
It's interesting to possess a Celestial Emperor and act as his proxy in the void, but one can escape as long as one is reborn in the void.
Moreover, the world of Wutian held no appeal for him.
"You must always follow history. It's fine to ignore trivial matters, but right now you can't break free from those constraints to find Su Lin."
Menek asked curiously, "Refusing my help is not a wise choice."
The creative power containing the divinity of the abyss, the effect it exerts in the void is only the tip of the iceberg.
Empress Wutian, who was already defeated by Su Lin, was putting on such an aloof attitude, which, in Menek's view, was somewhat disregarding the overall situation.
"Help?" A mocking smile appeared on Empress Wutian's raised face:
"Let's not even discuss your relationship with my 'good master' while you're in the Netherworld, and I'm not interested in any schemes in the tomb."
But during the exchange, you used the pretext of 'setting a price' to warn him, what was your intention?
"Having clearly occupied the manifested body formed from the heart, yet deliberately revealing the true form, what is his intention?"
After all, letting the other party become aware of their actions and announcing their next move would undoubtedly make the already difficult plan to return even more challenging.
If we're talking about 'cooperation' and 'sincerity,' Empress Wutian really didn't see any of that in Menek.
"Compared to becoming someone else's pawn, dying due to insufficient strength in the struggle for the Dao is a more fitting end for the Lord of Wutian." The Empress of Wutian narrowed her eyes slightly, her sharp gaze flashing. She looked down at Menek from her high position, her voice arrogant and indifferent:
Even if it means eternal damnation!
In that instant, the entire universe and spacetime trembled violently!
Within the magnificent and solemn halls, countless scenes of desolate calamities unfolded one after another, with the Empress's myriad incarnations succumbing to them, yet at this moment, an oppressive aura, solidified into reality, emanated from them.
Bang bang bang——!
Menek clapped his hands in praise: "It seems my behavior in the previous role was a bit out of character, but I can't help it; I always can't help but add a little drama to a great 'role'."
"If that's your concern, you can rest assured, because all I'm doing is trying to stir up some change in this stagnant pool."
"If I put it that way, do you understand?"
He walked with his hands behind his back beside the Empress, ignoring the spacetime cycling forces that were capable of annihilating any matter, as if they did not exist there.
“The beings of the void, who are in charge of all things and participate in the myriad changes of heaven and earth, are eternally opposed to each other, which have remained unchanged since ancient times.”
The myriad different voices converged into one at this moment, yet still gave people a sense of endless change, as if the pain from the vast ancient times had transformed into countless sharp blades, revealing the most essential terror in the depths of the Empress Wutian's consciousness.
"I am the god of creation, the master craftsman of all creations."
"I dislike anything predetermined, boring chess games, and repetitive performances."
"Whether it's the scheming old man and the other necrophiliac's request, or the First Sky's hidden avatar in the void, they have no right to order me around. I only agreed to get involved in this matter because I happen to be interested."
The attention-seeking tone and flamboyant behavior of just now have completely frozen and settled into the dark abyss that fills the Empress's eyes.
"But if everything goes according to their wishes, wouldn't I be bored?"
"Disorder, impermanence, and change—I can give them to you, and I can give them to Him. I don't care whether you can return, nor do I care what secrets the world in the hands of the First Heaven holds."
"So do you understand now? If it can bring about enough change, I will provide you with enough help even if you want to lock 'God of the Abyss' in the backyard of the palace as a sex slave."
The premise is...
You have the value to receive 'creation', and you deserve it.
The darkness in her eyes dissipated, and Empress Wutian snapped out of her daze, laughing angrily, "So you're just a crazy person who likes to stir up trouble!"
"People in the abyss generally call me a troublemaker, thank you," Menek said, unconcerned.
"You who have left the grave and I who exist bound by history are not much different."
Empress Wutian scoffed, "What grand talk of change are you spouting?"
"That's not necessarily true. I don't think the First Sky is at its peak right now, even though it's in the void. It must have taken a lot of effort to crush you bunch of Cosmic Emperors."
Menek chuckled, looking at the Empress's self-projected imprints and the river of matter that she had scattered across countless worlds: "The divine authority that integrates space and time—after the innate gods became the rulers of the universe, they were able to evolve to this extent."
Trying to recreate a false yet independent historical trace for yourself is futile; you yourself are a false projection, your future has already been bound, it's all for naught.
But why does this mark look so familiar?
"The fictional world where you met Su Lin as 'Wuwu' was a projection of this unfolded imprint," Empress Wutian sneered.
"This is the divine art I taught him, using my own divine authority as a model as a betrothal gift."
Menek: "You teach him?"
Who is whose master?
Only one Celestial Emperor can be born in a multiverse. As one of the innate gods of this world, Empress Wutian's ability to stand out is also related to her divine authority.
—A divine right called "Time Loop".
Unlike a general concept of time and space, her divine authority tends to act on all matter and the cycle of time and space.
Objective time is the flow and change of matter in space and the logical relationship of sequence. The cyclical change of matter in space is periodic.
Therefore, natural time and space have a periodicity, such as sunrise and sunset, and the changing of the four seasons.
Time is in a cyclical rotation every day in space, and space is constantly changing with the rotation of time. This cycle is something that Wutian can control at will.
In terms of space, the heavens and the earth, east, west, south, and north, and in terms of time, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, including the five elements, everything can rotate arbitrarily.
After entering the realm of the Cosmic Emperor, this ability was further enhanced to the point that it could be considered the pinnacle of all realms and universes.
Even if opposing cosmic emperors are determined to perish together, wiping out all of each other's anchors, and at the same time, the universes collide and destroy each other, creating a vicious cycle.
She can also use this talent, combined with the immortality she gained as the Queen of the Universe, to return from the backups buried in the void realms.
The vault formed from the heart is a backup for this purpose, a temporal and spatial imprint created by time and experience.
Even if the physical body is destroyed and the soul is scattered afterward, the imprint can still unfold a fictional world in a completely unrelated cosmic history, serving as an anchor point for something created out of nothing.
Empress Wutian had been secretly preparing for this plan for countless years.
This was to ensure that even among all the Celestial Emperors, she was among the most resilient in terms of vitality.
"And then you still died?" Menek asked with a strange expression.
Empress Wutian remained silent.
To be fair, Menek had to admit that the First Sky had changed a lot. If he returned to the Abyss and used this method to block the entrance, his own body would definitely suffer.
but.
"I like."
Menek exclaimed, "So I possessed your timeline, allowing me to enter the traces left by Su Lin at the points in time when you interacted."
"He wanted to repair his avatar in the void in this way."
However, Su Lin's efficiency is still too slow compared to Empress Wu Tian; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it tortoise-like.
“That’s the change,” Menek laughed.
"As the teacher who taught him this method, you should be able to trace his footsteps in the endless void, the worlds he has been to, and the world he is in now through these marks, right?"
"You've already been killed by him many times in the River of Time." The Empress shook her head.
"Within the realm of the void, my strength is slightly inferior."
Menek shrugged: "But I said I was only responsible for bringing about change, changing the stalemate you're in now."
Ultimately, the demon gods who ascend to the throne are bound to the abyss, limiting their abilities in the void. However, when it comes to the abyss's overall power to interfere with the void...
"Whether it's demons or those powerful beings trapped in the world of the dead, they are all byproducts of reincarnation."
It can summon celestial remains, mutated heavenly laws, and primordial demons. There are countless of these things, almost infinite.
Given a chance, these beings will enter the void and bring about various changes.
In the silence, Menek's dark eyes were empty, and a strange smile appeared on his lips that seemed to freeze even the chaotic spacetime.
[In the name of the 'Creator God,' unlock the cycle of reincarnation in my dimension, the abyss, and the void.]
He stepped down from the stage and bowed slightly to Empress Wutian: "Please send out invitations to the dead of Youxu."
Wu Tian raised his eyes, and a chill suddenly descended, with the imprints of time and space scattering and falling.
It seemed as if snow was falling in the abyss.
Countless individuals, hidden in the shadows and slumbering amidst the remnants of the apocalypse, opened their eyes from the frozen time, and a snowflake shimmered with chaotic light appeared in the dark and profound world.
Some reached out and grasped, while others remained asleep.
"Belgris, what's wrong?"
"No it's nothing."
Some people turned back in astonishment, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to continue exploring into the darker dimensions.
The neglected snowflakes of time and space continue to fall, seemingly never reaching the bottom.
Good music should be enjoyed by all, highbrow and lowbrow alike. Hey, what is this? Never mind, keep playing and keep dancing!
There was no music, only a dark figure dancing strangely, twisting and turning along with the surrounding figures emanating a dark red aura.
The vortex of the abyss swept through.
A single snowflake is powerless to resist and can only drift with the current, a faint ray of light gradually disappearing from it.
Finally, the tiny object, slowly dissolving, seemed to end its endless wandering before disappearing completely, and landed on a broken stone tablet.
The stone tablet was inscribed with the name of the Xianning Sect, but there was nothing around it.
After much deliberation, I've decided to replace the original second half of this chapter with the current plot, changing about a thousand words, hence the delay (sorry, it won't be like this tomorrow).
(End of this chapter)