Chapter 408 The Fault of the Original Spirit
When the Shendong Realm was first created, there was no concept of life and death.
The great primordial spirits existed forever, and the first creatures of the world inherited their essence. Ancient and simple, they lived in a world as chaotic as porridge.
In that most ancient of times, everything was far more chaotic than in later times. Before the Yin River formed into the ocean, the islands of dust could barely connect; before history was invented, time stood still. Each life form was distinct, each thought diverging from the others, each living on its own island, isolated by the Yin River. Without a common language, each species could only recognize its own kind. When different species met, they saw each other as monsters, unable to understand each other.
So, lives met, fell in love, and reproduced; at the same time, they fought, killed, and hated each other. No life ever died, and love and hate were entangled in long and long time, as if it were eternal.
At that time, a unique being recognized the current situation as "wrong." With a perspective far greater than most, it could see nearly all of the Dust Island. It knew that the innocent beings had misunderstood each other, their hatred merely a barrier. So it issued an appeal, begging all beings to listen, to end their meaningless struggles, and to embrace a peaceful life.
Yet, its voice continued to echo, yet not a single species paid any attention. For it was a star, suspended high and invisible in the sky. Living beings couldn't even understand the sounds of neighboring dust islands, let alone the voice of a distant star.
They hear, they watch, and then they forget. People on earth come and go, but no one remembers the voice of the stars. The lonely star, like a speck of dust, is buried deep in the memories of all living things.
Only one life ever heard the call of the stars. But even if it had heard, it could do nothing. For it was only a small tree, unable to move or make a sound.
An incalculable amount of time passed in this unchanging world. The star's call grew weaker. The lonely star had never had a friend, no one lived by its side. Its sorrow grew in the cold, day after day, its unanswered call growing more emotional. It hoped that some life would respond, that some life would come to its side, that there would be communication and understanding, and warm love.
Yet, the strife on earth never ceased, and no one ever looked up to the sky. Finally, it fell silent in the endless silence, its heart dry and its thoughts decayed. It finally uttered a desperate cry and became a withered dead star.
However, the final call reached higher than the stars, and the primordial spirits heard it. The giant took pity on the lonely stars and personally came to the world of Shendong to give them a little life.
The heartbroken star came back to life, filled with the joy of a new life. Grateful for the giant's blessing, now blessed with life, it finally gained the ability to move. Slowly moving through the depths of space, it once again embarked on a journey in search of family and love. It sheltered the weak, created families, and selflessly shared its life. It became the beautiful moon, bringing all living creatures to become its people.
However, the giant always felt that there were some changes in the stars. He was very confused and observed carefully. Finally, he was surprised to find the reason.
The star he blessed was no longer the life it once was. The original lone star had died with its heart. Lost things cannot be restored; his vitality, in effect, gave new life to the corpse. They shared the same memories, a similar personality, but ultimately, they were no longer the life they once were.
The moon only knows this one blessing, so it spreads what it considers "love" to the world. Thus, the reborn moon people appear in the world, always ugly in appearance and twisted in thinking. Their love is pure yet turbid, and once joined, they can never leave.
The djinn was filled with regret, knowing he had done something wrong. He announced to his companions that he would undo his mistake and give the moon the ending it deserved.
But the Light stopped him. Light, always calm and wise, pointed out that the Primordial Spirit's every action would affect the world. If the Great Spirit caused the extinction of life, all living things would believe it was the Primordial Spirit's will. Smaller beings would take pride in the killing, and the world would sink in blood.
Shadow, for once, stood on the other side of the giant. He posed a pointed question: "Does any life you deem "wrong" have no right to live?" If we can judge the course of life based on our own opinions, then when the little creatures on earth fight, should we also choose sides and help them fight?
The giant pondered deeply for a long time, concluding that this was a greater mistake. He had no choice but to admit that he had made an irreparable mistake. He would definitely find a way to improve the world, but he could not take back the life he had given.
The primordial spirits then agreed to never again interfere with the lives of the living. They called the passing of stars "death," something that could never be undone.
From that moment on, life and death began to exist in the world of Shendong. Yet, the immortal Black Moon continues to sing, spreading its love and blessings. It was the first mistake made by the primordial spirits, a wound forever etched in the world.
It is the first abyss of the world of sinking and moving, the cradle of oblivion.
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"Come, kind moon! Hear my call and answer my voice.
Please come to this cruel world and give hope and love to those who are destined to die!"
The sound echoed from afar, flowing from the interior of the hole toward the battlefield. It passed through the clashes of living beings, through the battlefield of gods, brushed past everyone's ears, soared to the unseen heights, and soared to the flesh and blood planet in the silent deep sky.
The Black Moon heard its call. It would always remember its beloved family. It smiled contentedly, opening its huge crescent-shaped mouth.
I am coming.
It moved, carrying a gravitational pull that affected the entire world of motion. Its immense weight brought a focused pull, causing the space around the black moon to collapse. The power of love pierced through vast time and space, emerging from the pinhole above the battlefield. The pinhole then widened and curved, transforming into a black smile that stretched across the sky. The smile widened and twisted, becoming the maw of the cradle of oblivion.
Thick black blood dripped from its lips, its pure white teeth opened like a door. Deep within its gaping mouth shone a dark light, the cradle of oblivion that kept approaching. Countless figures emerged from its thick tongue, leaving the surface of the black moon and passing through the tunnel to reach the battlefield.
The first to appear were eight massive, mountain-like Chosen Ones, along with numerous slender, waning Crescent Moon Strangers. Endless numbers of the Fallen formed a military formation, crawling on the ground like slaves, their hands raised high, lifting their immensely heavy "parents."
It was a fat, stagnant, fluid-like being, its dark yellow skin like festering phlegm, its "hands" resembling insect tentacles waving all over its body, and a head shaped like a ruptured egg resting on its back. It dissolved into its deformed features, emitting a foolish laugh.
"I'm coming...I'm coming! Shenzi, where are you? Brother is here to help you!"
It is the Fallen One known as the Son of the Crescent Moon. Yet its combat power far surpasses that of the former Spiders, its aura rivaling that of a god. Its true name is Karatifor, the oldest of the extant Sons, the Abyssal Worm that controls the Plague.
"Don't be so unbecoming! Pay attention to your appearance in public." A stern female voice behind it scolded, "Get off the children's backs and behave yourself!"
"Okay, Mom!"
The abyss worm obediently rolled over to the side of the electorate. A beautiful woman stepped on its back and stood on its head. She was dressed in traditional clothes, her face covered with a black veil, and she held a jade flute in her hand, like a heartbroken lady walking out of a funeral.
But the abyss worms willingly gave way to her, because she was the "mother" respected by all the fallen, the Jade Voice Girl who accompanied them to sleep in the cradle, and another deity favored by the Dark Moon.
"Did Du Ai fail in the end? It's pretty much as expected." Yu Yinnu said with a look of boredom. "Then let's do this quickly and make sure the moon fulfills its cherished wish."
"Hahaha, you're always so anxious. Does leaving the cradle make you so uneasy?"
The last person stepped onto the long, sticky tongue, strolling forward with his bulging belly, like a kind old country man. His smile was friendly and kind, and many people called him father, and even more called him old man.
He is the Most High who has forgotten the cradle, and he is the generous and kind-hearted donor.
Hundreds of strangers, eight chosen ones, two gods, one supreme being, and the coming source of the abyss. This is the power that Wang Quan, as the "Son of God," can mobilize, and this is the weight of "love" it carries!
They looked down at the battlefield from above, their eyes filled with sympathy and love. Yuyinnu was the most ruthless of the Outer Dao Legion, and beneath her veil was only disgust.
"Why ask when you already know the answer? The outside world is too dangerous for me. If you consider yourself a loving father, please clean up the mess for your good son of God."
"Children have their own lives, and good elders shouldn't interfere." The old man said leisurely, "Just let them solve it themselves!"
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"Akong, your location... please reply... Akong..."
Velvet's urging voice came one after another. Chu Hengkong tapped the headset: "The signal is not very good. I'll hang up first."
"Tell me where you are."
"I'm in the moon's mouth." Chu Hengkong laughed.
He turned off his communications to avoid distractions. This might annoy his boss, but it was better than having false hopes.
Previously, he and Wang Quan had fought in a hole, and that hole had become a huge mouth connecting the Earth and the Moon, so of course he was in the mouth. The large army of the Fallen passed by them, and he was pulled by the gravity of the Moon, floating higher and higher.
Wang Quan floated in front of him, still wearing a fake smile. "Did you think I was going to explode and fight you? Too bad, my friend, you know that's not my character. I only use despicable and shameless tactics. If you are inferior to the gods, what is the point of personal strength in battle? Even the invincible Sacrifice Serpent will be slain by numbers."
Wang Quan was a little surprised when Chu Hengkong showed no anger, only stubbornly staring at him. He scratched the back of his head, a little bewildered. "Come on, friend. After everything you've just seen, do you really still think there's hope? Even if you unleash all your strength and potential to kill me, what good will it do? The outcome has already been decided."
"I don't believe a person can summon the abyss unconditionally." Chu Hengkong said, "The Black Moon came because of your love. So if the person it loves is gone, will it still come?"
Wang Quan sighed: "Don't be like this..."
Chu Hengkong scoffed, leaping onto the black water and slashing at Wang Quan's head. Wang Quan hung his head in despair, allowing the divine slash to strike him. His body shattered into a thick mass of black water, instantly enveloping Chu Hengkong.
"Please, don't do this."
"You were always born in the wrong place. You think this is an ideal world, where as long as you work hard and persevere, miracles will happen. But in reality, the Shendong Realm is a hell worse than Earth, and all your efforts only bring you closer to the abyss."
Wang Quan's voice echoed in the water. Chu Hengkong struggled hard, only to find himself sinking deeper and deeper. The handful of black water became an endless ocean, and countless familiar images flashed through his mind, dragging him towards the abyss.
Wang Quan's face emerged, blurry and indistinct. A faceless figure looked down at him from the water, shaking its head silently.
"Let's stop here."
"Sleep in my memory until all is over."
Suddenly he couldn't breathe, gravity pushed him into an unfathomable depth. His consciousness gradually blurred, and suddenly someone's face flashed before his eyes.
Deep in the dark memory is a pale girl's face.
(End of this chapter)
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