Outside the pillars of light, the skies above the Holy Capital suddenly darkened. A hurricane rose from the flat ground without warning, shrieking sharply.
That was no natural wind, but a blade edge carrying Shana's unyielding will!
Within the four pillars of light, destruction and rebirth intertwined, while pain resonated with transformation.
When the energy fluctuations powerful enough to tear apart heaven and earth finally began to subside, when the colors of the pillars shifted from violent to calm, four figures finally emerged clearly between heaven and earth.
Zhu Zhuqing floated silently in the air, the space around her rippling faintly like water. Time itself seemed to have lost all meaning before her.
Simply by being there, she gave off a terrifying pressure that suggested she could arrive with a single thought.
The God of Speed's divine emblem—a twisted silver bolt of lightning—was branded upon her smooth forehead, flickering with a dim radiance that surpassed light itself.
Hu Liena was shrouded in a hazy, ever-changing glow of nine colors. Her exquisite face bore a trace of pallor from overexerting her spiritual power,
but her eyes were clear and profound, as though they could reflect and distort every desire in the world.
The Nine-Colored Goddess's divine emblem—a blooming, nine-petaled exotic flower—unfurled between her brows, radiant with flowing colors,
yet it also exuded a strange charm capable of making one lose control of one's mind.
Xiluo's body had become even more massive and powerful, as if the glow of molten lava flowed beneath his skin.
With every breath, he exhaled scorching white vapor.
Fiery red Divine Armor covered his entire body, and undying divine flames danced across it.
The God of Fire's divine emblem—a mark burning with eternal flames—was deeply branded at the center of his chest, radiating a heat capable of incinerating all things.
Shana was like the embodiment of a storm. Her dark green hair danced wildly despite the absence of wind, every strand seeming capable of slicing through space.
Her emerald eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, while invisible yet fierce currents of air swirled around her.
The God of Wind's divine emblem—an abstract, razor-sharp mark of a cyan whirlwind—was inscribed along the side of her slender neck, silently proclaiming her authority to tear apart all things.
The pressure of four entirely different yet equally powerful Second-level Gods descended upon the Spirit Sacred Capital!
The auras of the four newly ascended Second-level Gods surged like tangible tides above the Spirit Sacred Capital, announcing the birth of new gods.
Zhu Zhuqing's deep silver radiance, Hu Liena's dreamlike nine colors, Xiluo's world-burning flames, and Shana's tearing storm—these four powers intertwined, shaking the lingering aftershocks of the God Realm that had only just settled.
Yet at the height of this clamor and rebirth, an entirely different power, one even more ancient and primordial, silently seeped in.
No heaven-shaking pillar of light tore through the firmament, nor was there any deafening divine proclamation.
It was like a spring breeze brushing over Ice Seal ground, like a gentle rain soaking parched soil.
A soft, all-encompassing emerald-gold radiance quietly descended like the dawn.
It did not come from any specific direction. Instead, it filled the air, flowed through every breeze in the Holy Capital, and permeated every inch of land. Even the grass and trees that had trembled beneath the previous divine pressure instantly straightened, bursting with unprecedented vitality.
The core of this power precisely and gently enveloped Ah Yin.
A complex, profound Senluo Divine Mark on Ah Yin's forehead suddenly lit up.
It gently brushed across Ah Yin's newly reshaped body, soothing the grief and fury churning within her after hearing of Tang Hao and Tang San's deaths.
Ah Yin felt the most primal life essence of the Blue Silver Emperor deep within her soul let out an unprecedented resonance, almost one of joy.
"All Creation... myriad forms..."
A voice rang out in Ah Yin's consciousness. Unlike Lord of All Creation's aged, powerful, urgent, and domineering voice, this one was warm and peaceful, like the heartbeat of the earth and the whispers of plants. It carried the weathered wisdom of endless years, as well as...
a trace of regret that was difficult to detect.
"Your roots are indeed the spirit of all vegetation, planted within the source of Primordial Chaos. However..." The voice paused slightly, as though examining the most essential mark of Ah Yin's soul.
As the voice flowed on, the emerald-gold radiance enveloping Ah Yin became more solid and warm.
Within the light, across a vast and boundless plain, golden waves of wheat rose and fell in the wind, whispering of the joy of harvest;
within the unfathomable ocean, azure seaweed danced with the currents, nurturing countless living beings;
upon towering, perilous mountain peaks, moss stubbornly grew from the cracks between rocks, proclaiming the tenacity of life;
even in the depths of the barren, lifeless desert, tiny specks of green quietly sprouted...
Countless plants, from the tiniest moss to towering trees, from ordinary grains to rare spiritual herbs—their growth, reproduction, withering, and rebirth formed a vast, boundless tapestry of life.
At the heart of that tapestry was not any particular "Emperor" or "Lord," but the source of nature that gave birth to all things, nourished all things, cycled endlessly, and never ceased.
"My name is—Nature."
The warm, peaceful voice spoke again, carrying an authority that could not be questioned, yet retaining the gentleness of a mother calling to her child.
"I govern the beginning of life's birth, the laws of all things' growth, the breath of the earth's abundance, and the order of the stars' turning. All Creation and myriad forms are held within my embrace."
The information contained within that voice flowed into Ah Yin's heart like a gentle stream, and she instantly understood that this was the God of Nature.
Nature was the mother that gave birth to forests, indeed to every form of life. It was a law more fundamental and more magnificent than all else!
"Your life has endured cycles of life and death, yet remained unyielding; your sacrifice willingly became a soul ring, nourishing the continuation of a bloodline; your essence is pure and flawless, most compatible with that spark of life that appeared at the beginning of Primordial Chaos."
The God of Nature's voice held genuine admiration.
"You were born as the finest vessel for the Heart of Nature, the destined inheritor of my Divine Position—the God of Nature—after it had been lost for ten thousand years."
The moment those words fell, the God of Nature's power silently permeated her like the gentlest spring rain.
The soft emerald-gold radiance suddenly contracted, condensing into a divine mark upon Ah Yin's forehead.
This divine mark was simple and ancient. It resembled a plump seed beginning to sprout, yet also a leaf vein containing the paths of the stars. At its core was an emerald-gold point of light that symbolized infinite vitality.
It radiated a profound aura that embraced all things, nourished all life, and flowed eternally.
The Nature Divine Mark!
Ah Yin felt as though her soul had been torn apart and remade. A vast torrent of information and divine laws flooded into her consciousness.
Within her body, the power belonging to the Blue Silver Emperor began undergoing an even more mysterious and unpredictable transformation beneath the cleansing force of these two divine powers.
The bewilderment in her eyes had long vanished, replaced by extreme shock and complicated emotions as she faced the torrent of fate.
Within the God Realm, several ancient gazes pierced through the barriers and once more focused upon the Spirit Sacred Capital, upon the woman who bore the God of Nature.
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