Ah Yin Accepts the Divine Trial

Outside the pillar of light, the sky over the Sacred Capital suddenly darkened. A hurricane rose without warning from the flat ground, shrieking as it came.

This was not the wind of nature, but the sharp edge of Shana's unyielding will!

Within the four pillars of light, destruction and rebirth intertwined, pain and transformation resonated in harmony.

When the energy fluctuations that could tear heaven and earth apart finally began to subside, when the colors of the pillars shifted from violent to calm, four figures were at last clearly revealed between heaven and earth.

Zhu Zhuqing floated silently, the space around her rippling like water. Time itself seemed to lose meaning before her.

Her mere existence here gave off a terrifying pressure of "arriving at the thought's command."

The divine emblem of the God of Speed—a twisted silver lightning bolt—was branded on her smooth forehead, shimmering with a luster that surpassed light itself.

Hu Liena was shrouded in a shifting, illusory nine-colored radiance. Her peerlessly beautiful face bore a hint of pallor from mental energy overexertion, but her eyes were clear and deep, as if they could reflect and distort all worldly desires.

The divine emblem of the Nine-Colored Goddess—a blooming nine-petal exotic flower—unfurled at the center of her brow, flowing with iridescent light, yet radiating a strange charm that could steal one's soul.

Xiluo's body had grown even more imposing and robust. Beneath his skin, a molten glow seemed to flow, and every breath he took expelled scorching white vapor.

A fiery red Divine Armor covered his entire form, upon which danced an inextinguishable divine flame.

The divine emblem of the God of Fire—a mark of eternal blazing flame—was deeply imprinted in the center of his chest, radiating heat hot enough to incinerate all things.

Shana was like the embodiment of a storm. Her ink-green hair whipped wildly without wind, each strand seeming capable of cutting through space.

Her emerald eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and invisible yet fierce currents of air swirled around her.

The divine emblem of the God of Wind—an abstract, sharp cyan whirlwind mark—was etched on the side of her slender neck, silently proclaiming her authority to tear all things apart.

Four distinct yet equally powerful auras of Second-level Gods descended upon the Spirit Sacred Capital!

The pressure of the four newly ascended Second-level Gods surged like a tangible tide above the Spirit Sacred Capital, heralding the arrival of new deities.

Zhu Zhuqing's profound silver light, Hu Liena's shifting nine colors, Xiluo's world-burning flames, Shana's tearing storm—four forces intertwined, shaking the aftershocks of the God Realm that had just settled.

Yet, at the very peak of this clamor and rebirth, a force entirely different, far more ancient and fundamental, seeped in silently.

There was no earth-shattering pillar of light tearing through the sky, no deafening divine proclamation.

It was like a spring breeze brushing over a frozen land, like fine rain soaking parched soil.

A gentle, all-embracing emerald-golden light quietly spilled down like the first light of dawn.

It did not come from any specific direction, but permeated the air, flowed through every breeze in the Sacred Capital, seeped into every inch of soil, and even made the plants that had been trembling under the earlier divine might instantly straighten their stems, bursting with unprecedented vitality.

At the core of this power, precisely and gently, it enveloped Ah Yin.

A complex and profound Senluo Divine Mark suddenly lit up on Ah Yin's forehead.

It gently brushed over Ah Yin's newly reshaped body, soothing the grief and fury that had churned within her upon hearing the news of Tang Hao and Tang San's deaths.

Ah Yin felt, deep in her soul, the most primal life origin belonging to the Blue Silver Emperor let out an unprecedented, almost joyful resonance.

"Senluo... Vientiane..."

A voice sounded deep within Ah Yin's consciousness. This voice was not like the Lord of All Creation's—aged, deep, urgent, and overbearing—but warm and calm, like the heartbeat of the earth, the whisper of grass and trees, carrying a vicissitude and wisdom that had weathered endless ages, and...

a trace of barely perceptible regret.

"Your root is indeed that of the spirit of all wood, planted in the Primordial Chaos. However..." The voice paused slightly, as if examining the most essential imprint of Ah Yin's soul.

As the voice flowed, the emerald-golden light enveloping Ah Yin grew more solid and warm.

Within the light, vast, boundless plains appeared. Golden wheat waves rose and fell with the wind, whispering the joy of harvest;

in the fathomless ocean, blue-green seaweed swayed with the currents, nourishing countless living beings;

on steep, towering mountain peaks, moss clung tenaciously to rock crevices, proclaiming the resilience of life;

even deep in the barren, lifeless desert, faint specks of green quietly sprouted...

Countless plants—from the tiniest moss to sky-piercing giant trees, from ordinary grains to rare spirit herbs—their growth, reproduction, withering, and rebirth formed a boundless tapestry of life.

At the heart of this tapestry was not a particular "Emperor" or "Lord," but the one that birthed all, nourished all, cycled endlessly, and never ceased—the origin of nature.

"My name—Nature."

The warm, calm voice sounded again, carrying an undeniable authority, yet as gentle as a mother calling to her child.

"I govern the beginning of life's gestation, the law of all things' growth, the breath of the earth's abundance, the order of the stars' rotation. All creation, Vientiane, lies within my embrace."

The information contained in the voice flowed like a gentle stream into Ah Yin's heart, allowing her to instantly understand that this was the "God of Nature."

Nature was the mother that nurtured forests, and even all forms of life. It was a more fundamental, more vast law itself!

"Your life has endured the cycle of death and rebirth, unyielding and tenacious; your devotion willingly became a spirit ring, nourishing the continuation of your bloodline;

your origin is pure and flawless, most compatible with that single spark of life from the dawn of Primordial Chaos."

The voice of the God of Nature carried a hint of genuine admiration.

"You are, by nature, the perfect vessel for the 'Heart of Nature,' the destined inheritor of my Divine Position—the God of Nature—lost for ten thousand years."

The moment the words fell, the power of the God of Nature seeped in like the gentlest spring rain, silent and pervasive.

That soft emerald-golden light abruptly contracted, condensing on Ah Yin's forehead into a divine mark.

This divine mark was simple and ancient, shaped like a plump seed beginning to sprout, or like a leaf vein containing the tracks of stars, with a single emerald-golden point of light at its core symbolizing infinite vitality.

It radiated a profound Dao resonance that embraced all things, nourished all life, and flowed eternally.

The Nature Divine Mark!

Ah Yin felt as though her very soul had been torn apart and reshaped; a vast torrent of information, divine laws, surged into her consciousness.

Within her body, the power belonging to the Blue Silver Emperor, scoured by this dual divine force, began an even more mysterious and unpredictable transformation.

The confusion in her eyes had long vanished, replaced by extreme shock and a complex emotion facing the torrent of fate.

In the God Realm, several ancient gazes pierced through the barriers, once again focusing on the Spirit Sacred Capital, on the woman bearing the God of Nature.