Chapter 282 Epilogue (I)

Pangu and his cold warning disappeared in the self-collapsed vortex, as if they had never existed.

The last ripple in space subsided, leaving only a heavy silence, covered by the faint sound of jade powder sliding down the ruins.

The taut bowstring suddenly relaxed, and the blurry outline of Fuxi in Feng Tianning's vision suddenly spun and dimmed. The last bit of support in her body completely dissipated, and she fell backwards, as light as a fallen leaf torn by a strong wind.

No exclamation. Feng Yangxi

His arms had already wrapped around her waist and back, catching the weightless fall.

She fell into his arms, feeling no warmth, only a chill and emptiness deep in her bones. Her consciousness quickly sank into the dark quagmire.

The last thing that came into view was the line of his jaw set in a tense state, and his eyes fixed on her.

Feng Tianning rested his head weakly in his arms, his eyelashes drooped, covering up all the light.

The meridians that were completely drained of divine power were like dry and cracked riverbeds, and every weak breath caused sharp pain deep in the soul.

The previous impact of resisting the vast chaos had shattered the essence of her soul. The foundation of Nuwa's creation godhood that maintained her existence was covered with spider-web-like tiny but deep cracks, and every fluctuation was like a candle in the wind, tottering.

Feng Yangxi held her and landed lightly on the relatively intact ground.

The broken jade had sharp edges, and the hem of his black robe silently brushed away the debris. He let her lean against his chest, one hand supporting the back of her neck, the other hand resting the palm of his hand on her cold forehead.

A gentle and pure force carefully penetrated into her chaotic and exhausted sea of ​​consciousness.

The results of the investigation made his already stern expression even more severe.

Overdrawing divine power is like a hollowed-out valley; it can still be mended. However, the cracks and tremors in the essence of the soul and the weakness brought on by them cannot be healed quickly by ordinary means.

The brilliance of the godhead is dim, like a pearl covered in dust.

He withdrew his hand and silently stared at the unconscious face in his arms. Those eyes, which always contained life and sharpness, were now tightly closed, and the color of the lips had faded, leaving only a transparent paleness.

Feng Yangxi's eyes calmed down, shedding all hesitation. He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing up, hovering over the position of his Dantian Qi Sea.

A faint, soft, clear light, seemingly ready to dissipate at any moment, slowly emanated from beneath his palm. The light wasn't bright, but it contained the most fundamental power from the beginning of the universe, belonging to Fuxi's creator godhead.

To strip away the origin is like cutting out the heart and taking out the blood.

A sharp pain, emanating from the deepest depths of his being, suddenly gripped him. His jaw muscles tensed, his teeth clenched, and a fine layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The clear light condensed into a warm, pigeon-egg-sized halo in his palm, with a tiny, mustard-seed-sized golden glow at its core slowly rotating. The hand holding the halo couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The aura around him quickly weakened, and his face became paler than Feng Tianning's.

The pain of stripping had not yet subsided, and the weakness revealed by the stripping caused a temporary disorder in his own strength.

His body trembled slightly, and he groaned. A trace of dark gold blood flowed from the corner of his lips, spreading on the black collar of his clothes. But the arm he held her in was as steady as a rock.

Feng Yangxi forcibly suppressed the surging blood and energy within her body, concentrating all her will on one point—sending the warm, moist halo of origin in her hand into her body!

He pressed down hard on Feng Tianning's forehead with his palm.

The halo was like a firefly returning to its nest, instantly sinking into her brow.

At the same time, he mobilized the divine power that was still under his control and was not affected by the chaos, turning it into a gentle but firm torrent, following the halo of origin, and rushing into the depths of Feng Tianning's sea of ​​consciousness.

He chose to use himself as a bridge and divine power as a guide to forcibly guide and protect the origin of creation that belonged to him, to repair her divinity that was on the verge of breaking, and to stabilize her shaken soul.

Two enormous forces of creation, of the same origin but with subtle differences, collided violently at the core of Feng Tianning's sea of ​​consciousness, which was on the verge of breaking.

Feng Yangxi's divine power is like a gushing spring, while Feng Tianning's remaining divine power is like a seed containing infinite vitality.

Unimaginable pain instantly swept over Feng Yangxi and the unconscious Feng Tianning.

Feng Yangxi felt as if his head was hit by a huge hammer. Feng Tianning's body twitched violently in his arms and let out a faint whimper.

In this violent fusion of origins and the torrent of pain, some memory fragments that had long been obliterated by the long time and reincarnation and buried deep in the bottom of the creator godhead were forcibly "shaken" out by this violent resonance!

Feng Tianning's consciousness was dragged into a bizarre fantasy world.

The viscous and insoluble chaos flows rapidly.

She "saw" herself - Nuwa, standing side by side with another equally powerful will. Their power was like a giant axe that split the sky, struggling to chop, separate and order the chaos.

The fragments stopped abruptly.

Feng Tianning's consciousness was suddenly pulled back to reality.

The severe pain still tore at his and her souls, and the disorder of their own power had not yet completely subsided.

Feng Yangxi looked down at Feng Tianning in her arms. Her body was no longer twitching violently, but her brows were still tightly furrowed.

The origin he sent into her body and the divine power he guided were struggling to merge with her remaining strength, repairing the cracks in her divine nature.

The fusion process was slow and painful.

Feng Yangxi half-knelt on the ground, hugging Feng Tianning.

He lowered his head and his eyes fell on her pale face.

The emptiness and excruciating pain of being stripped of his true essence, along with the exhaustion of suppressing his own chaotic power, weighed heavily on him. Sweat dripped from the corners of his mouth, mixed with blood.

He maintained a guarding posture, motionless.

Time passed. After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yangxi's palm, which was covering Feng Tianning's forehead, finally felt a slight change.

The divine power of creation that had been blending with great difficulty within her body began to show signs of stabilization.

Feng Yangxi's pure origin core, like a seed dropped into a spring, took root in the center of her broken godhead, emitting a warm and tenacious light, healing the cracks.

The remaining vitality of Feng Tianning began to flow and grow slowly around this "core" like a nourished vine, driving away the chill brought by weakness.

Her furrowed brows relaxed ever so slightly.

The cold body temperature seemed to have recovered a tiny bit of warmth.

A faint fluctuation flashed across the depths of Feng Yangxi's calm eyes.

The palm of his hand that was covering her forehead had stiff knuckles, but at this moment it moved very slightly.

Just when his mind relaxed a little due to this slight improvement, the suppressed power in his body began to stir up chaos again.

"Ugh..." A suppressed groan burst out from between his teeth. His body shook violently, and the muscles in his arms holding Feng Tianning instantly tightened like iron.

His breathing became disordered again, and more cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Fuxi suddenly closed his eyes. All his willpower was instantly restrained.

After an unknown amount of time, with the limit of his willpower, the disorder in his body was finally forcibly sorted out and calmed, and the power returned to a controllable cycle.

The tension on his face eased slightly, leaving behind a paleness that was overdrawn. He exhaled a long, silent breath and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot with fatigue, but his gaze was calm and sharp. He immediately looked at Feng Tianning in his arms.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was not affected and that the fusion and repair process in her body, although extremely slow due to his brief absence, had not been interrupted or worsened.

The temple fell into complete silence.

Only dust floated silently in the thin sunlight that filtered through the cracks in the high dome.

Feng Yangxi held her and stood up slowly and carefully.

His movements were stiff and cautious, as if he had been seriously injured.

He held her more firmly against his chest, her head resting weakly on the side of his neck, her cold hair brushing against her chin.

He did not go deep into the ruins, but looked at the huge door of the temple that was broken but still standing.

Outside the door, he sensed the faint but familiar aura fluctuations of Group 11.

One step, two steps... He held her in his arms, his steps heavy but firm, as he walked towards the door that separated the inside and the outside.

The heavy stone door was slowly pushed open a crack by an invisible force.