NOVGO.NET Chapter 3101 - 3101: The Final (5)
SHLICK!
Yin was severed in two.
He looked down, his cosmic eyes wide with a disbelief so profound it transcended understanding. The connection to the Chasm wavered. He could feel the vast power of the Ember of Silence, the authority of Uncreation, rapidly leaking out of the clean cut, dissipating like smoke.
The silent roar of the Chasm behind him began to fade.
“You… you cannot…” Yin gasped, his form flickering violently. The two halves of his body struggled to cohere. “You cannot exist without me… I am the balance… without Uncreation… your creation… is meaningless… chaos…”
Yun Lintian stood over the bisected primordial, the Heaven Sunderer held firmly in his trembling hands. His own body was flickering, his core almost completely extinguished. But his voice, when it came, was mercilessly clear and firm.
“You are wrong,” Yun Lintian stated, each word a final nail in Yin’s coffin. “I am not just the Creator. I am both. I am the balance. The world does not need a separate Yin and a separate Creator anymore. It has me. I am the cycle. I am the silence and the song.”
He raised the Heaven Sunderer one last time. There was no grand light, no gathering of power. Just the simple, heavy sword and the unwavering will of the man holding it.
“Your era ends now.”
The final blow fell. It was not a spectacular cosmic event. It was a quiet, definitive execution. The blade descended, and Yin’s flickering form, already severed, dissolved completely into a final shower of silent, black motes that were then scattered and unmade by the fading suction of the Chasm itself.
The Chasm of Uncreation, losing its anchor to reality, shuddered and then collapsed in on itself, sealing shut with a final, soft sigh that marked the end of an era.
The embodiment of Uncreation was no more. The universe, for the first time, had a single, unified sovereign.
Yun Lintian stood alone in the void. It was an emptiness more profound than any he had ever known. The cataclysmic energies, the clashing auras of gods and primordials, the very fabric of the universe that had been their battlefield—it was all gone. Vanished, along with Yin.
The silence was absolute, a perfect, sterile quiet that pressed in on all sides.
He let out a long, slow exhale. It was not a sigh of relief or victory, but the sound of a burden too heavy to bear finally being set down, leaving behind only a vast, hollow exhaustion.
The first thing that rose in his heart wasn’t joy for his hard-won victory, nor was it the sharp grief for all he had lost. It was a weariness that seeped into the marrow of his soul, a fatigue born from eons of struggle compressed into a single, devastating conflict.
“Cough!”
A violent shudder wracked his body, and he coughed, a spray of golden-tinged blood misting the void before him. He had overdrafted everything. His divine core was a cinder, his soul frayed to its last threads.
The magnificent God Slaying Sword was gone, shattered in the final confrontation. The only thing left in his grasp was the Heaven Sunderer Greatsword.
He took a deep, ragged breath, drawing upon the last vestiges of his connection to the Land of Nowhere.
Space shimmered behind him, and the magnificent World Tree emerged, its roots finding purchase in the nothingness, its branches stretching out into the infinite void. It was the last living thing in all of existence, apart from him.
He reached out a trembling hand and placed it on the rough, warm bark of the colossal tree. A sense of profound loneliness, deeper than the void around them, washed over him.
“There’s only you and me left now,” Yun Lintian whispered, his voice hoarse and barely audible. “Let’s rebuild this.”
In that moment, with crystalline, heartbreaking clarity, he accepted the final truth. There was no way back. The power to reverse such absolute unmaking, to pluck specific souls from the nothingness that Yin and Nian Shi had wrought, was beyond even him, the new sovereign of reality.
His wives, his beloved daughter, his friends, his loyal people—they were gone. Truly gone. The only thing he had left was himself, his own shattered will, and this tree that was the heart of all that had been.
There was no other path. No other hope.
Gathering the very last dregs of his being, the final embers of his burnt-out core, he poured everything—his memories, his love, his grief, his resolve—into the World Tree. It was not a transfer of power, but a surrender of his essence.
The World Tree seemed to understand. Its mighty branches, glowing with soft, primordial light, gently wrapped around him, not as restraints, but in a tender, encompassing embrace, like a mother comforting an exhausted child. It absorbed his exhaustion, his pain, his final conscious thought.
Yun Lintian leaned into the embrace, his eyes slowly closing. The last thing he felt was not the cold of the void, but the gentle warmth of the tree. Then, consciousness left him completely, and he fell into a deep, dreamless unconsciousness, held aloft in the branches of the World Tree.
As he slept, a miracle began.
Rustle—
The aura of the World Tree, now infused with Yun Lintian’s unified essence of Creation and Uncreation, began to pulse outward. It was a gentle wave, not a violent explosion. Where it passed, the sterile void was no longer empty.
A single point of light ignited in the distance. Then another, and another. Stars were born, their nuclear hearts flickering to life. Nebulae of glowing gas coalesced from the potential. Moons formed around newborn planets. Suns blazed with fierce, young light. Galaxies began their slow, majestic spin.
The beginning of the universe had begun. A new cosmos, born from the sacrifice and will of its sole creator, who now slept at its heart.
It was at this moment of nascent creation that another figure slowly materialized within the embrace of the World Tree’s branches, near the unconscious Yun Lintian.
It was a woman, clad in robes of pure white that seemed woven from moonlight and life itself. Her features were gentle yet carried an ancient strength, and her eyes, the color of spring leaves, were filled with tears that shimmered with unspeakable love and sorrow.
This was Yun Wushuang, the God of Life, Yun Lintian’s mother…