Tianyan Great Emperor

The flow of the Tai Chi Symbol is like the first breath at the Beginning of the Universe, gentle as if afraid to disturb the slumbering Primordial Chaos, yet containing the Creative Power to reshape heaven and earth. The outline of the Yin-Yang Fish slowly unfolds in the diagram, its edges shimmering with a pale purple halo like a nascent Nebula. Each movement carries the rhythm of the Cosmic Expansion, embracing all the billions of energy streams ignited by the Wheel of Annihilation, like a mother welcoming her children back to the nest.

The light from the Yin-Yang Fish Eyes rises and falls like tides in the picture. The bright Primordial Chaos Initial Opening, while the dark purple of the right eye is like the deepest Nebula that gives birth to Star Core. The two beams of light rise and fall alternately, gently enveloping and sorting out the surging energy flow, like a spring breeze brushing over weeds, gradually calming the violent power.

Those gray-black shockwaves, powerful enough to tear apart space and time, were Power of Destruction capable of turning millions of light-years of Star Realms into Void. However, upon hitting the edge of the Tai Chi Symbol, they suddenly lost their ferocity, turning into countless tiny fragments of light. These fragments, like snowflakes scattered by a spring breeze, fell softly into the nascent Nebula, becoming nourishment for the Star Core. At the center of Nebula filled with hydrogen and helium gas, a Star Core began to emit a faint fusion glow due to the infusion of these fragments of light.

The Tianyan Evil Emperor hovered outside the diagram, his black robes dappled with iridescent light from the Tai Chi Symbol. He stared intently at the Star Core Fragments he had once crushed, which gradually unfurled within the Yin-Yang Fish's glow. The Ice Crystals outer shell of a White Dwarf Star remnant was melting; the melting liquid wasn't cold, but rather carried the residual warmth of the Star Core, revealing a faintly glowing core within. Though weak, the light carried the star's final pulse before its death, as if whispering a yearning for rebirth. The carbonized patterns on a Planets fragment began to fade, revealing Star Map sculpted by intelligent life. The arrangement of the Big Dipper in the map was exactly the same as the Star Orbit of the Floating Island at that moment, even down to the angle at which the handle pointed.

His connection with the Deadly Star Sea was being peeled away bit by bit, the feeling like tangled vines being pulled from his bones and blood. Every inch of peeling was accompanied by excruciating pain that tore his soul apart, as if countless knives made from Star Core were repeatedly cutting into his meridians. The dark crack between his brows contracted violently, and the Space-time Fragments at its edges rubbed against each other, emitting a piercing buzz. The sound pierced through light-years, like the mournful cry of countless stars shattering in Black Hole, causing even Planets in distant Star Realms to tremble.

He had never imagined that such stubborn light was hidden within those Star Core that he had regarded as "nourishment for despair." That light was not the destruction and resistance he perceived, but rather a kind of almost obstinate tenacity that had taken root and sprouted deep within his soul.

The light was not a violent resistance like Supernova Explosion, but rather like moss clinging to rocks and vines twining around withered trees, gently yet stubbornly clinging to his soul. It did not confront his Annihilation Aura head-on, but like water dripping on stone, it seeped in and spread little by little, causing cracks to gradually appear on the hard shell of his soul, which was as hard as Neutron Star.

The high-pressure core of the Blue Supergiant Star was churning within the armor plate on his left arm. The Star Will that he had forcibly suppressed was now awakening with the life force of the Tai Chi Symbol. The scorching heat waves that erupted made the armor plate sizzle. The waves carried with them the last wisp of stardust before its explosion. That stardust had once been part of a Planets and was now flowing along the Evil Emperor's bloodline, burning tiny Star Orbit Patterns into his palm. The direction of the trails was exactly the orbital trajectory it had before its explosion.

Fragments of the Yellow Dwarf Star's trajectory churned in his right palm. The circular trajectories he had crushed suddenly reformed, transforming into a warm band of light that encircled his fingertips. The band of light, carrying the warmth of growing vegetation, was the halo shape refracted by the Planets's atmosphere when it shone on the third Planets. At this moment, it was gradually dispelling the deathly stillness between his fingers, bringing a touch of warmth to his icy fingertips.

"Impossible..." For the first time, the Evil Emperor's voice trembled. The tremor did not come from fear, but from the collapse of some deep-rooted belief. The Star Core on the Star Remains Armor began to collectively rebound, and each armor plate groaned in pain, as if trying to break free from his control.

The shattered remnant of the Planets throbbed violently on the armor plate on his chest. The divine soul beneath the plate could clearly sense the scorching heat of flowing magma within the Planets's core, and the joyful leaps of fish from the oceans on its surface. The sound of fish tails slapping against the waves strangely resonated with his current heartbeat, causing a long-dormant stirring within his heart.

The cooled remnant of the White Dwarf Star melted on his shoulder armor, turning into a pool of silvery liquid, in which countless tiny specks of light floated. These were the seeds it had transformed from its last ray of light, hidden deep within the Star Core for three hundred years, escaping his devouring and crushing. Now, fueled by the vitality of the Tai Chi Symbol, they were breaking through the soil, sprouting translucent buds on his shoulder armor, each bud topped with a dewdrop refracting starlight.

"You think that by devouring the Star Core, you can possess their power?" Ren Xiaoyao's voice came from the Ziwei Emperor Star, carrying the rhythm of the Tai Chi Symbol turning, like the resonance of stars running in their orbits, steady and magnificent, rippling with layers of light patterns in the starry sky.

The light from the Emperor Star pierced through the halo of the Tai Chi Symbol, casting a colossal star shadow before the Evil Emperor. Within this shadow, countless stars were being born and dying in sequence: some stars were displaying their final splendor in gravitational collapse, some Nebula were coalescing into new Star Core under the pull of Dark Matter, and some Planets were reshaping their landscapes after meteorite impacts. "What you have swallowed has always been their 'fruit'—the remnants of burnt-out stars, the fragments of Annihilation Planets; but you have extinguished the 'cause'—that cause is each star's obsession with 'returning to its place,' the glimmer of White Dwarf Star's yearning for rebirth, the pulse of Planets's longing for reunion."

Before he could finish speaking, the Tianyan Evil Emperor suddenly roared to the sky. The shockwave from his roar turned the surrounding Star Remains into dust, and even the light was distorted into wave-like shapes by the roar. It was the complete eruption of his resentment and anger that had been suppressed for three hundred years.

The Annihilation Aura surrounding him surged like a tsunami, its waves reaching tens of millions of light-years high, carrying countless fragments of Star Remains as it hurtled towards the Tai Chi Symbol. But midway, it abruptly changed direction, deliberately severing its connection with the Deadly Star Sea —the gray-black waves that had once been as at his command crumbled behind him, revealing Nebula reviving beneath. He didn't even glance at it, instead focusing all his power on a single point—his final gamble.

The dark crack between his brows suddenly expanded, transforming into a gigantic maw capable of swallowing millions of light-years. Twisted Space-time Fragments flowed along the crack's edges, twisting even light into spirals, as if trying to suck in all the light and shadow of the universe. The yin and yang of the Tai Chi Symbol were slightly distorted by that suction force, and the light of the newly formed Star Core in the diagram flickered, as if it might be pulled into the abyss of darkness at any moment.

"Since I can't destroy you, I'll devour you!" The Evil Emperor's soul twisted into a vortex in the darkness, its center a pure Void where even time lost its meaning. "Your star chart can determine Star Orbit? Devour it! Your Four Symbols can generate life? Chew it up! Your Ziwei Emperor Star can guide the cosmos? Refine it! Once I devour you, the life force of this universe will become my nourishment. I will crush all Star Orbit and reforge an order that belongs only to me!"

The gigantic maw suddenly lunged forward, unleashing a suction force powerful enough to deflect galaxies from their orbits. The Star Orbit Patterns on the Floating Island were violently distorted, and the jade-colored stardust condensed on the bluestone slabs was swept up by a gale, forming countless silver streaks that flew towards the dark rift. The Totems of the Twenty-Eight Mansions emitted painful hums, and the tender shoots of the Jiao Mu Jiao were almost torn apart, with emerald green sap seeping from the broken ends—the spiritual liquid of newly born stars. When it dripped onto the stone slabs, tiny Star Grass instantly sprouted. The Ice Crystals of the Xin Yue Hu were covered with a layer of gray-black, and the flames dancing within the ice flickered like candles in the wind, ready to be extinguished by the deathly silence at any moment. The vines of the Kui Mu Lang were pulled straight, and the White Tiger claw marks on the petals gradually faded, as if all traces were being erased. The Spirit Spring flowing from the cracks in the Black Tortoise's tortoise shell was sucked back, and the tinkling sound of the water became hoarse, like an old man's cough before his death.

The light of the Ziwei Emperor Star, which Ren Xiaoyao had transformed into, suddenly shrank, turning from the blazing sun that illuminated the Star Sea into a dim point of light, as if it would be pulled into a dark vortex by that suction force at any moment. Even the surrounding Star Orbit were concave inward, forming a huge Light Arcs.

But at that moment, the Zhou Tian Star Dou in Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness suddenly began to rotate in reverse, a rhythm opposite to the Cosmic Expansion, carrying a power of returning to the origin. The Yin-Yang Fish Eyes of the Miniature Star Disk burst forth with brilliant light— the Ziwei Golden Light of the left eye was like the incandescent white of Star Core, while the Black Tortoise light of the right eye resembled the deep, dark veins of the ocean. The two colors of light suddenly converged, transforming into a silver line that pierced through heaven and earth. Wherever the silver line passed, darkness melted away like ice and snow.

Where the silver line passed, the stirred stardust suddenly froze in mid-air, like birds Movement Method, completely still; the Star Orbit Patterns repaired themselves at an even faster pace, fine filaments of light gushing from the broken points, weaving into a more resilient network, even branching out into finer branches, spreading like blood vessels towards the newborn Nebula deep in the universe, directing the suction of the dark rift there—those Nebula needed energy catalysis, and the suction injected at this moment transformed into the power to condense Star Core. The hydrogen and helium gas at the center of a certain Nebula began to contract rapidly, emitting a "buzzing" fusion sound, and a new star was about to be born.

"You don't understand," Ren Xiaoyao's voice came from the silver thread, carrying the steady strength of Star Core. Each word was like Neutron Star pulse, clearly piercing the darkness and resonating within the Evil Emperor's soul. "Devouring is never the end of power. True devouring is about restoring the incomplete to the complete, and allowing the lost to find their home."

Instead of retreating, he propelled the Ziwei Emperor Star toward the dark rift with an almost resolute composure, as if he were heading toward rebirth rather than destruction.

As the Emperor Star approached the colossal maw, its light did not extinguish but instead intensified, its golden flames like the wings of Phoenix Nirvana, radiating dazzling brilliance in the darkness. The memories of the stars devoured by the Evil Emperor seemed to be summoned, breaking free from the depths of Evil Emperor soul and condensing into bands of light around the Emperor Star: the warm trajectory of the Yellow Dwarf Star was orange-yellow, carrying the gentle warmth it brought to the Planets, and within the bands, one could see the phantoms of growing vegetation; the afterglow of the Blue Supergiant Star's explosion was indigo blue, wrapped in its final grandeur, and within the bands, the brilliance of Supernova Explosion was hidden; the Star Map carvings of Planets civilizations were silver-white, filled with the reverence of intelligent life for the stars, and the patterns on the bands were their prayers during sacrifices... Countless bands of light entwined around the Emperor Star, weaving a vast star net at the edge of the dark rift, with the seven-colored light of the Derivation Star Track flowing through the mesh, and within each ray of light lay the "returning" coordinates of a star, clear and firm.

The Tianyan Evil Emperor's massive jaws snapped into the Star Net, but the edges of the cracks were entangled by bands of light. These bands of light were like the toughest star silkworm silk, and no matter how hard he tore them, he could not break free.

Memories of stars within those bands of light flooded his soul like a tidal wave—he tasted the warmth of Yellow Dwarf Star illuminating Planets, the scorching heat of sand on a rocky Planets, carrying the faint fragrance of cactus blossoms, reminding him of the burning heat of his own core before it cooled; he touched the Star Map coordinates passed down by the Blue Supergiant Star before its death, those coordinates etched in the burst of light, pointing to a Nebula that could regenerate its remains, at the end of the coordinates, where a newborn hydrogen cloud was condensing; he even saw the moment on that torn Planets, the butterfly's wings aligning with the Star Orbit —the blue butterfly rested on Stone Tablet, the markings on its wings perfectly matching the Orion in the night sky, beneath the Stone Tablet, intelligent beings clad in animal skins were bowing to the starry sky, their eyes filled with pure awe, without fear, only submission to the universe.

"No... this isn't nourishment..." The Evil Emperor's soul struggled violently within the Star Network. The dark rifts began to shrink, and the Annihilation Aura he had once considered his source of power now became shackles binding him, preventing him from approaching the warm light. "This is... this is..."

"It was the 'cause' you lost." Ren Xiaoyao's voice pierced through the Star Network, reaching the core of the Evil Emperor, carrying the weight of the Black Tortoise Earth Vein and the warmth of the Vermilion Bird Flame, nourishing the Evil Emperor's parched soul like spring rain. "You were once Planets that nurtured life. Your core could heat up, melting ice to form oceans; your volcanoes could spew steam, condensing into clouds to bring rain. That wasn't weakness, it was the starting point of life—and you yourself extinguished that flame."

As these words fell, the StarNet suddenly tightened, and countless bands of light, like chains, cut into the dark cracks, but did not harm anyone; they merely peeled away the Annihilation Aura little by little.

The vortex of the Tianyan Evil Emperor's soul began to reverse. The memories of the stars he had devoured flowed back along the band of light, etching a trajectory of return into his soul, as if guiding a lost child home.

The darkness between his brows was gradually dispelled by the light of the Ziwei Emperor Star, revealing a cracked, yellowish-brown Star Core hidden within—his original form, a rocky Planets with a diameter of ten thousand miles, its surface covered with reddish-brown soil, beneath which flowed magma. Though now riddled with cracks, it was slightly warm under the nourishment of the light, like a sleeping heart beginning to beat again.

"Ah--!" The Evil Emperor let out a final roar, but it was no longer an angry howl; instead, it was a sob mixed with relief and bewilderment, as if the grievances suppressed for billions of years had finally been released.

He felt his Annihilation Aura being stripped away by the bands of light. As the ink-like, viscous energy left his body, it transformed into countless tiny stardust particles, drifting across the starry sky. Each stardust particle carried a faint glow, becoming a new Star Core seed. The Star Core Fragments returned to the star network along the bands of light, finding their place within the network and forming a new Star Map. The shape of the Star Map was exactly what the universe originally looked like. Only that yellowish-brown Star Core, guided by the bands of light, slowly flew towards the Ziwei Emperor Star. During its flight, the cracks on its surface were gradually filled with magma, and several tender green grass sprouts even emerged from the reddish-brown soil, their blades still covered with dewdrops formed from stardust.

Ren Xiaoyao did not stop it, but simply watched the Star Core approach quietly, his eyes showing no joy of victory, only a Bei Min peace.

When the yellowish-brown Star Core touched the light of the Ziwei Emperor Star, a miracle occurred—emerald green sap seeped from the cracks in the Star Core. It was the primordial magma of the Planets's core, carrying a slightly sulfurous odor and the warmth of life. Wherever it touched, the cracks healed rapidly; the gray-black surface completely faded, revealing warm, reddish-brown soil. Tiny sprouts emerged from the soil and grew at a visible speed. At the top of each sprout was a dewdrop, which clearly reflected the golden light of the Ziwei Emperor Star. In the golden light, the Totems of the Twenty-Eight Mansions were slowly rotating, perfectly matching the trajectory of the Star Core.

At the same time, the vortex of the Tianyan Evil Emperor's soul completely dissipated, turning into countless points of light that merged into the star network. Those points of light danced in the network like fireflies, carrying the warmth of newly born stars.

Those points of light were not lifeless, but rather carried the warmth of newly born stars, like a gentle spring rain, flowing back to the Floating Island along the Star Orbit Patterns, infusing the Totems of the Twenty-Eight Mansions: the tender buds of the Jiao Mu Jiao absorbed the points of light, blooming into blue flowers, the petals imprinted with the trajectory of a newborn Star Core, with stardust falling with each opening and closing of a petal; the Ice Crystals of the Xin Yue Hu melted, revealing the dancing flames within, the flames licking the Star Orbit, turning three hundred years of ice into a warm mist of light, within which the crisp sound of stars colliding could be heard; the vines of the Kui Mu Lang bore red fruit, the cores containing the claw marks of White Tiger, the edges of the claw marks tinged with the green of new life, the fruit ripening and falling to the ground, transforming into new vine seeds; the cracks in the Black Tortoise's tortoise shell were filled with points of light, the tinkling sound of the Spirit Spring grew clearer, the spring water flowing along the patterns of the tortoise shell, converging on the stone slab to form a tiny Star Map, perfectly overlapping with the Cosmic Star Orbits, even the finest stardust trajectory was perfectly accurate.

After absorbing the divine soul light points of the Evil Emperor, Ren Xiaoyao's Miniature Star Disk suddenly expanded outward with seventy-two Star Orbit, spreading outward like a spider web throughout the entire universe, completely overlapping with the Star Orbit of the real universe, as if his sea of consciousness was a microcosm of the universe.

The Yin-Yang Fish at the center of the astrolabe was no longer a spinning phantom, but had solidified into a physical entity—the Ziwei star in the left eye shone with the golden light of the imperial star, while the Black Tortoise in the right eye shone with a dark, eerie light. The two stars orbited each other, their rotation speed synchronized with the expansion of the universe. Around the stars, a miniature projection of the earthen-yellow Star Core of the Tianyan Evil Emperor appeared. The tender buds on the projection echoed the Star Tree on the Floating Island. The leaves of the Star Tree rustled, as if softly chanting a song of birth and death, the lyrics of which contained the evolutionary code of the universe.

He slowly emerged from the Ziwei Emperor Star and stood once more on the stone platform of the Floating Island. His robes fluttered gently in the starlight, and the light around him had lost its sharpness, becoming warm and profound.

The star chart between his brows had transformed into an Emperor Mark covering his entire forehead. Within the pattern, the Twenty-Eight Mansions and the Four Symbols intertwined to form a new Star Map. The vitality of the Azure Dragon and the ruthlessness of the White Tiger flowed within the map, as naturally as the changing seasons. The annihilation of the Vermilion Bird and the steadfastness of the Black Tortoise were balanced within the map, as harmonious as day and night. Furthermore, the earth-yellow Star Core, representing "the Annihilation Birthlight," slowly rotated in the center of the map, infusing the rhythm of birth and death into every Star Orbit, bringing the entire Star Map to life.

His aura was completely different. He possessed the majesty of the Ziwei Emperor Star, which made the stars submit to him; he also possessed the weight of the Black Tortoise Earth Vein, which bore the foundation of the universe; and he carried a touch of warmth that had revived from deathly silence. It was as if he himself was a microcosm of the evolution of the universe, where birth and death, prosperity and decline, Attack and Defense, strength and gentleness were all perfectly unified.

Deep in the universe, the gray-black waves of the Deadly Star Sea are receding, revealing Nebula beneath that are nurturing Star Core. These Nebula slowly rotate in the lingering resonance of the Tai Chi Symbol, with hydrogen clouds condensing at their cores, emitting a buzzing sound like the heartbeat of a fetus in a mother's womb. In the Star Realms detonated by the Evil Emperor, fragments of Star Remains are reassembling into new Planets as the Tai Chi Symbol flows. Some are covered by blue oceans, where waves crash against reefs, splashing up starlight-like sprays; others are draped in white clouds, within which flashes of rainbow light. Water vapor rising from the Planets surfaces meets starlight, refracting into a seven-colored halo. Within this halo, the faint shadows of nascent life can be seen—the glimmer of single-celled organisms swimming in the water.

Ren Xiaoyao raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the void with a gentle touch, as if caressing a sleeping child. Wherever his fingertips passed, ripples spread across the void, revealing the trajectories of countless stars, like a flowing Star Map.

This time, the faint stars of the Orion Arm resonated perfectly with the Star Orbit of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. The glimmer of the faint stars and the brilliance of the Star Constellations intertwined, weaving a web of light spanning billions of light-years. The seven-colored light of the Derivation Star Track spread across billions of light-years, like a colorful bridge connecting heaven and earth. The bridge is inlaid with countless stars, some being born, some Annihilation, yet all following their own trajectories, leaving unique marks on the bridge. This colorful bridge connects newly formed Star Core, resurrecting Planets, and nascent Nebula into a network, with a faint mist of light flowing between the meshes—the natural Power of Principle governing the evolution of the universe.

What flows within the network is the rhythm of Life and Death Interdependence —the collapse of stars conceals the seeds of new life, and the compressed matter accumulates the power of rebirth at the gravitational singularity; the Annihilation of Planets holds the opportunity for reunion, and fragments collide and merge in interstellar dust, eventually piecing together a new home. This rhythm is neither the "unchanging order" that Ren Xiaoyao initially guarded, an order like a frozen Star River, orderly but lifeless; nor the "absolute Annihilation" pursued by the Tianyan Evil Emperor, Annihilation like a frozen universe, silent but cut off from the future. It is the natural evolutionary path of the universe, like the cycle of the four seasons, endlessly regenerating, possessing both the splendor of spring's birth and the tranquility of winter's dormancy, constantly giving birth to new possibilities in the cycle.

"From this day forward," his voice echoed across the Star Sea, carrying the weight of Star Core and the gentleness of Nebula. Each word transformed into a Star Orbit, etched into the fabric of the universe, resonating with the movement of the stars, "I, Ren Xiaoyao, am the Tianyan Great Emperor."

As his words fell, the Zhou Tian Star Dou seemed to resonate, billions of stars appearing to echo his declaration. Distant Quasar Jet brilliant bands of light, nearby stars shimmered with luminous halos, and even long-dormant White Dwarf Star pulsated faintly. The light of billions of stars surged forth like a tide, coalescing behind him into a dazzling cloak, its edges adorned with countless stars. Some were the glimmer of newly formed Star Core, as lively as fireflies, brimming with the joy of breaking through the earth; others were the embers of Annihilation stars, as warm and smooth as black jade, concealing the serenity of having burned out.