After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 62

For a long time, the Abyss had been the protector of all citizens of the Alliance.

 

Even though they were tormented by genetic diseases, as long as the Abyss remained, everyone felt there was still hope to struggle on.

 

But now, the image of the barrier of the Abyss shattering above everyone’s heads was burned into their eyes.

 

It was as if the world had collapsed.

 

At this moment, no one was paying attention to Yuejian, the false deity.

 

Everyone was frantically asking what had happened to the Abyss. They wondered if the shattered Abyss, impacted by the storm’s power, could still protect the interstellar realm.

 

However, the Abyss was composed of various cosmic forces. Being dispersed like this, it didn’t truly disappear but transformed into scattered star clouds, no longer as bright as before. The cries weakened, and the dim light seemed like the hands of the Abyss, trying hard to touch Xinghui again, trying to understand the current situation and why one of her children was missing.

 

But the purple-red light of the storm had completely overwhelmed the Abyss, rendering its starry form incredibly dim.

 

Mo Jiuze had just been thrown out miserably.

 

Although the wound on his shoulder had mostly healed, under such violent impact, the wound that had nearly healed with the help of Alliance technology started to ache faintly again.

 

However, he didn’t care about his wound. Instead, he stumbled to the front of Yuejian.

 

The demon clan member with colorful hair, who was pressing down on Yuejian, frowned in alertness as he saw Mo Jiuze approaching.

 

Even at this moment, the demon clan never relaxed their vigilance against these people.

 

Although the Abyss had been shattered by the storm and the storm had returned, the focus should now be on the storm.

 

But the demons always regarded the royal family and the Alliance with the greatest suspicion.

 

These people were all somewhat insane, and who knew what they might be thinking now?

 

Moreover—

 

Now, there was only one true deity, their Lord Xinghui. Even the Abyss had failed. Who knew what schemes these people might have?

 

Some of these demons had seen Xinghui when he first arrived in the desolate star system on a starship. At that time, Xinghui was far from composed, even somewhat distressed, having left the brilliant star for the desolate star system.

 

They had personally driven him away, and now it seemed more respectable to maintain their arrogant stance.

 

“What are you doing? Surely you don’t still want to protect this false deity?”

 

The demon sneered. He was holding down the already subdued Yuejian with one hand and now grabbed Yuejian’s gray-brown hair, lifting his dust-covered, miserable face.

 

“See? The deity you praised is a fake, the golden color you praised is fake. Now, the only deity is our Lord Xinghui. Taking him back for interrogation is an order from our Lord Xinghui. Do you want to defy the will of the deity?”

 

Mo Jiuze was rendered speechless by the demon’s words, unsure of what to say.

 

His eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at Yuejian.

 

“You are not a deity—the one ten years ago wasn’t you either—you…”

 

Mo Jiuze looked at Yuejian’s gray-brown hair, seemingly at a loss for words.

 

Yuejian, with his hair being yanked, felt intense pain. His similarly gray-brown eyes were filled with tears. The previously soft and gentle face was now devoid of any kindness, showing blatant malice and hatred towards Mo Jiuze.

 

“I never said I was—”

 

He screamed.

 

“It was you who exalted me, it was you who called me a deity. I just happened to come here, and from the moment I opened my eyes, it was you and the Abyss. Who knows who you saw ten years ago? It was you who exalted me. I just didn’t refute it. How is it my fault? It’s your fault!!”

 

It wasn’t him at all.

 

The deity who had looked at him from outside the barrier, pulling him out of despair, was not Yuejian.

 

Mo Jiuze staggered back a step.

 

At this moment, the entire sky was filled with the purple-red pollution. The divine barrier that Xinghui had erected after the Abyss had shattered was blocking all the storm’s impacts. It seemed as if the storm was now in control.

 

But aside from the deity, they could do nothing to help.

 

Mo Jiuze appeared somewhat disheartened. Before the divine celebration, he had been trying to convince himself that this incident meant the Abyss had given birth to twin deities. If not for the birth of twin deities, but just Yuejian alone, Yuejian’s power would have been enough to resist the Alliance’s pollution and heal their genetic diseases.

 

But there was no need for him to keep convincing himself, as everything had just been completely shattered.

 

The god he had sworn allegiance to for ten years was a fraud from the very beginning.

 

And for the sake of this fraud—

 

Mo Jiuze felt even more tormented. He seemed unable to bear the pain in his shoulder, pressing his fingers against it, his brows tightly furrowed, and his gaze somewhat vacant.

 

“Are you really okay? If the work is too exhausting, you should rest more.”

 

“We need to tackle the pollution issue step by step. If possible, could you take me to visit the various lower star systems? Even though I can’t see, I can still understand the general situation, which is a problem that must be solved.”

 

“Faith cannot be forced. It’s fine to focus on one person, especially since Yuejian’s power is stronger than mine and can better fulfill the responsibilities of a god in times like this.”

 

In his memories, those conversations he had thrown to the back of his mind and thought he had long forgotten, which he had casually dismissed at the time, now seemed to replay in his ears.

 

These words, these scenes, were always hidden deep in his memory.

 

From the time he took on the role of guardian for the black-haired god.

 

Deep in his memory, the black-haired god would sit quietly on the sofa by the window for an entire day, just like any other day.

 

That calm, concerned tone—

 

Later becoming somewhat more intense.

 

From initial tranquility to their aggressive attitude toward the lower star systems and the barren star systems.

 

He only felt that Xinghui had changed.

 

Wouldn’t it have been better to continue being a quiet ornament?

 

But in fact, nothing had changed, no one had changed.

 

They remained numbly propelled forward by time, long lost, while believing their lives to be fulfilling and busy. Xinghui, over time, never gave up seeking an exit, still that quiet god from five years ago, full of raw bewilderment.

 

What had sustained him over these five years?

 

Mo Jiuze couldn’t really tell anymore. He had been trying to associate Yuejian with the golden figure in his memory.

 

The feeling of destined drifting apart was different from one where parting ways was never necessary—they had many common topics at the beginning.

 

“Terribly mistaken—”

 

He recalled, then looked toward the sky, at the steadfast Xinghui who had always upheld his divine duties. He was no longer as composed and calm as before, but when he looked back at Yuejian—

 

The dark gaze made Yuejian uneasy.

 

“Whether it’s you, me, or this royal family and alliance.”

 

Yuejian was still struggling.

 

“No, I’m not wrong, I didn’t do anything!”

 

He shouted loudly.

 

“Isn’t this your wish? I just fulfilled your wish. You wanted the entire alliance to unite, to be obedient. I only followed your orders to help you—and Xinghui, when Xinghui wanted to leave, if I hadn’t stopped you, could he have safely reached the barren star systems? How could he have become this god!”

 

Mo Jiuze widened his eyes again, staring intently at the person before him.

 

“Well.”

 

The demon clan member seemed to chuckle, but there was clearly no amusement in his eyes.

 

“So we should thank you, huh?”

 

“You had this plan all along when you called us over.”

 

Yuanquan also walked over.

 

The once majestic emperor now looked extremely disheveled.

 

Unable to accept that he had been played by Yuejian, his platinum eyes were tinged with red.

 

“Back then, when the aftereffects were getting worse and some voices were starting to rise, you took the opportunity to kick Xinghui out.”

 

Now, looking back, everything made sense.

 

For the past five years, Yuejian, because he is not a true deity, has seen no improvement in his ability to treat genetic diseases. In fact, as time has passed, the problem has gradually worsened, and he has found himself increasingly powerless.

 

Despite this, he has always been held in high esteem by others, never showing a hint of regret, believing that all problems were the fault of others. Now, he blames them, but in a few months, he might start blaming Xinghui, thinking that Xinghui might threaten his status.

 

Looking back, during that time, he mentioned Xinghui’s name more frequently than usual, not only to them but also to others in the palace.

 

In the end, Xinghui, who had planned to leave, faced everyone’s irritation and hostility and left without looking back.

 

Because of that fragment, the Abyss, which only recognizes strength, was also deceived. This deception and authority only deepened their trust in Yuejian.

 

Yuejian was still struggling, trying to explain that it had nothing to do with him, while still talking about wanting to go home.

 

The demon clan, losing patience, tore off his coat and stuffed it into his mouth. Several demons continued to press Yuejian down, watching the intruders warily while also anxiously looking towards the sky.

 

Amid the storm sweeping across the entire galaxy, everything seemed so insignificant against the backdrop of the sky’s colors.

 

Even the demons, who trusted Xinghui deeply, were now filled with anxiety.

 

The Abyss had been shattered by the storm. Would their divine lord be alright? Would he really be unharmed?

 

Although the young deity always said he would protect them and did so effectively, they did not want Xinghui to get hurt for their sake.

 

But at this moment, they couldn’t help at all and could only worry.

 

“Has the Abyss still not been defeated?”

 

Suddenly, a voice emerged from the commotion.

 

The elegance and calmness of the voice stood out, instantly catching everyone’s attention.

 

Yuanquan, with a grim face, bit out his words, “Feng Yu.”

 

Since Xinghui mentioned that there was a problem with the merfolk, Yuanquan had been trying to contact Feng Yu.

 

He couldn’t understand why Feng Yu would send a fake divine core during a galaxy-wide storm. What benefit could this bring to the merfolk? Why would Feng Yu provide a fake divine core, and what was his motive?

 

When the display on Yuanquan’s communicator flashed, a man with light blue hair appeared on the screen. He had a faint smile, like a suspect returning to the crime scene, uninterested in addressing Yuanquan or explaining anything. He seemed to simply want to admire the chaos he had caused.

 

“Isn’t this sky quite beautiful?”

 

“What have you done? What are you trying to achieve?” Yuanquan demanded harshly.

 

Feng Yu’s eyes turned cold. Unlike the disarray around him, Feng Yu remained composed, seated in the command chair of a starship, with reports from the merfolk being calmly delivered around him, as if they were unaffected by the cosmic storm.

 

“I thought you would understand by now.”

 

Feng Yu glanced at Yuejian, who had his mouth covered, and smiled again. “This hair color really doesn’t suit you, Prince Yuejian.”

 

“You knew from the beginning,” Yuanquan said, stunned, his gaze fixed on Feng Yu.

 

“Knew what? About the false deity?” Feng Yu adjusted his posture. “To be honest, the false deity was an accident. My goal has always been the Abyss and the true deity. When Yuejian appeared, I was surprised. I thought no more deities would be born, and yet two appeared. As for how I identified the false deity…”

 

Feng Yu pulled out a few dull, crystal-like objects that looked like fragments of a deity’s core.

 

“It was simple. Yuejian’s power, which I have now, was obviously shattered by the storm’s power. How could it have been born so smoothly? It was just a fake using the fragments. As for Xinghui, whether due to strong responsibility or sheer power, his birth was unexpected. But what surprised me more was your attitude.”

 

Feng Yu glanced at Mo Jiuze, then at the palace guards and the alliance army, who were looking up at the sky in panic. “Due to the deity fragments, Yuejian had an inexplicable affinity with you, and with the Abyss’s protection, you trusted and favored him more than Xinghui. Without me saying anything, you naturally abandoned the true deity. For five years, he received no faith and had to wander in barren star systems.”

 

“Damn.”

 

The demons had been watching the drama unfold, but when they saw the fragments in Feng Yu’s hand and heard his words, they cursed. Feng Yu was involved with the storm, and they had orchestrated the false deity’s creation to disrupt the true deity. It was unimaginable.

 

“Are you guys insane?”

 

“Anyway, the Abyss has already been defeated. Even gods who have gained some power can’t withstand the onslaught of a storm, even a partially powered one. So, say whatever you want.”

 

Feng Yu’s light-colored lips curved into a somewhat crazed smile. His beautiful face was unabashedly satisfied.

 

Mermaids have long lifespans, and their heritage is very mysterious. Unlike high races such as the Dragons, Elves, and Krara, they are usually calm and rational, controlling ocean currents. They are always associated with words like elegant and beautiful. No one has ever seen such a mad expression on a mermaid’s face.

 

“What exactly do you want to do?”

 

Yuanyuan’s angry mental force struck the ground, creating a large pit.

 

“What good does a storm do you? Do you know how many people will die? Do you know what consequences it will cause? Even the mermaids can’t be spared!”

 

“As if no one is dying now.”

 

Feng Yu quickly put away his smile.

 

He was currently wearing a dark blue military uniform, with light blue hair swaying behind him. His face seemed to be at the boundary of light and darkness, making him appear even more alluring and dangerous.

 

That face had completely turned cold.

 

“Just like the storm said, neither the Abyss nor the gods can save you. They will only bring you long-term pain, making you suffer from genetic diseases, and eventually die with hope, falsely promising that the gods will give you a place to live.”

 

“If there were no Abyss and gods, the entire interstellar system would cease to exist.”

 

“No.”

 

Feng Yu’s expression turned somewhat eerie upon hearing this.

 

“We mermaids inherit memories. All the memories of the mermaid clan leaders are in my mind.”

 

His white fingertips pressed against his temple.

 

“Relatives, friends, or ourselves collapsing again and again due to genetic diseases. We mermaids have experienced more than you. It doesn’t matter if I tell you, for a thousand years, people have wondered why the time recorded in history books for the gods’ stay is getting shorter. As a superior race, we have always served beside the gods.”

 

“We conducted many experiments and finally reached the current conclusion. If you don’t have the resolve to make a clean break, let me carry it out. Our mental power to control ocean currents is not just about controlling waters. As long as the power of the gods and the Abyss is shattered and scattered throughout the interstellar system, neutralizing most of the storm’s power, we can gradually adapt and finally conquer the storm completely. Rather than calling the cosmic storm a disaster, I’d rather call it—”

 

Feng Yu slowly uttered the two words.

 

“Evolution.”

 

“Madman.”

 

Yuanyuan was stunned by this answer, his mind buzzing.

 

The mermaids’ various heritages, including their memories, and the gods of recent generations—how long had this conspiracy been planned?

 

As mentioned earlier, the impression mermaids give is always elegant, quiet, stable, and trustworthy. The gods’ attitude towards the mermaids is the same. Everyone’s goal is to resist the storm and its aftereffects.

 

When the aftereffects of the storm were gradually treated to a certain extent and the interstellar power stabilized again, the gods and the Abyss would leave.

 

No one had ever doubted anything.

 

This, instead, became the strongest guarantee for the mermaids to conduct these experiments and carry out this so-called evolution.

 

“Of course, our faith in the Abyss and gods has always been devout. We simply believe devoutly that the Abyss and gods can truly give us an evolution, completely freeing us from this hopeless struggle and exhausting fate. Among them, there are also some troublesome people, like Xinghui. But Lord Xinghui can be said to be the most troublesome one we’ve encountered. According to my timing, the Abyss should have been breached, and the Bright Star System should have fallen by now.”

 

As Feng Yu spoke, he looked towards the sky again.

 

The color of the storm had deepened in this brief conversation.

 

Xinghui was being held by Yuanyuan, supporting the sky with one hand.

 

The barrier’s light shone brighter, and the divine fragments surrounding Xinghui glowed even more brightly. Correspondingly, the storm had advanced closer to the interstellar system.

 

It couldn’t hold on for long.

 

Feng Yu looked coldly at Xinghui in the sky.

 

He ignored the curses and questions in his ears.

 

He was somewhat surprised by Xinghui but wanted to see the shocked expressions of these people when they realized they were holding a false god as a treasure while kicking the true god far away. There was no need to explain anything else to them.

 

Thinking this, he casually put away the dim divine fragment in his hand and looked at the particularly lively large fragment beside Xinghui. His blue eyes slightly changed.

 

Meanwhile, Xinghui was unaware of what was happening below.

 

He pressed close to Yuanyuan, concentrating and spreading his mental power fully.

 

As the storm’s attacks grew stronger, shattering the Abyss, he seemed to be invigorated, continuously repeating that they couldn’t save anyone, and continued to assault the barrier. With meteorites falling from the sky and the ground cracking and shaking, it was like the end of the world.

 

Xinghui ignored the chaotic sounds from below and didn’t pay attention to the Abyss’s efforts to reach him.

 

He hadn’t spoken since earlier, searching for every crack through which the storm appeared.

 

Yuanyuan held Xinghui tightly.

 

As Xinghui remained silent, Yuanyuan didn’t dare to disturb him or ask him what plan he had, even holding his breath slightly.

 

The tall demon still wore a butler’s uniform, and his wings flew steadily behind him. He used all his strength to protect the small divine being in his arms.

 

But really—

 

He thought, glancing up at the sky.

 

The scene was right above him.

 

Even though Yuanyuan had encountered many thrilling situations, this kind of excitement was something he had never experienced before.

 

Let alone whether he was also helping to save the entire interstellar system.

 

Yuanyuan couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

 

The little god pressing his head was truly strange.

 

Suddenly, it seemed like the storm sensed what Xinghui was doing. The previously effortless voice now sounded somewhat impatient, and more intense forces repeatedly slammed against Xinghui’s barrier.

 

Xinghui had just managed to hold up the barrier, and he had hardly used it much.

 

Not to mention that he had been cautious of the Abyss’s main body, his power couldn’t be compared to the Abyss’s.

 

Xinghui let out a long sigh, his pale, beautiful face showing a rare hint of irritation.

 

The impact from the sky intensified, visible to everyone.

 

Amid everyone’s prayers.

 

Wu Chu looked up at the sky.

 

Around him, people were helplessly asking who to turn to.

 

“What should we do? What should we do?”

 

“Can we hold on? But even the Abyss can’t save us—”

 

Wu Chu also nervously held his breath.

 

“Young clan leader, do you think we can hold on? I have a bad feeling about this. I’m so panicked right now.”

 

The fellow clansmen anxiously asked Wu Chu.

 

After all, Wu Chu had always thought they shouldn’t have come on this trip and should have gone to the black-haired god sooner.

 

Now, nearly all the clansmen were extremely anxious.

 

They felt a bad premonition in their hearts, their hearts pounding as if they might jump out.

 

Wu Chu was about to speak.

 

Just then, the barrier in the sky was finally torn open by the storm.

 

The storm’s purple-red power, carrying pollution, rushed in through the gap and immediately tried to devour the black-haired god in the sky.

 

“Ah, ah, ah!!”

 

“The premonition came true!!”

 

“What should we do? Can we run? Is there anywhere to hide now?”

 

“No.”

 

At this moment, Wu Chu spoke instead.

 

He tightly covered his chest, looking up with his peach blossom eyes fixed on Xinghui.

 

“I feel that—believe in him, believe in him. If he says it can be done, it can.”

 

That was a divine being who truly took their responsibilities to heart and never relaxed.

 

*

 

Yuanyuan was floating in mid-air with Xinghui.

 

As soon as the barrier Xinghui had raised was breached, Yuanyuan anxiously wanted to retreat with him.

 

The demon race, like a fierce beast protecting its treasure, was swept by the wind and waves in the air, swaying like a small kite, but still made every effort to turn sideways, trying to shield Xinghui from the storm’s power.

 

The force came from behind and the side.

 

Yuanyuan felt his gene disease, which was usually almost unnoticeable due to Xinghui’s healing, suddenly flaring up. The intense pain made him taste blood in his mouth, and his body staggered in the air, nearly descending.

 

The side force broke through the defense and was about to hit the little tuft of hair on Xinghui’s head.

 

Yuanyuan’s eyes widened.

 

Tuft of hair—

 

He reached out his big hand and pressed down on Xinghui’s head, pushing the tuft of hair down, and then withdrew, successfully avoiding the storm’s attack.

 

“All right.”

 

Xinghui spoke quickly.

 

Noticing that Yuanyuan’s wings were entangled by the storm’s power, he heightened his mental power and shattered the storm’s force wrapping around Yuanyuan’s wings.

 

But the storm’s force was even fiercer, and Xinghui could already hear Yuanyuan’s muffled groan.

 

It was because of the gene disease.

 

Xinghui quickly realized.

 

He was also extremely nervous.

 

But it’s fine, definitely fine—

 

The little divine being silently encouraged himself.

 

Another barrier supported his body.

 

As Yuanyuan’s figure swayed again due to the pollution, Xinghui grabbed his collar and abruptly pulled him back, pushing him behind the barrier he was maintaining.

 

The divine being stood on the barrier, as if floating in the air.

 

Above was a shattered barrier, below was another complete barrier, and the vast natural disaster surged towards the black-haired divine being.

 

“I’m fine. You take a break.”

 

Xinghui’s voice remained calm.

 

Yuanyuan, recovering from the pain, turned around abruptly. Upon seeing the situation, his eyes were almost uncontrollable with rage.

 

“Xinghui!”

 

At this point, the storm had quickly wrapped around Xinghui’s body.

 

It aimed to devour this annoying obstacle in its way.

 

“Lord Xinghui!!”

 

The demons were in a panic.

 

Yuanyuan also flapped his wings to fly, but his gene disease prevented him from reaching Yuanyuan’s height.

 

Meanwhile, Feng Yu, watching everything from the other side of the light screen, was well aware.

 

“See, I told you I was right.”

 

Author’s Note:

 

Yuanyuan: My wife pushed me, wife pushed me, pushed me, wife, wife QAQ

 

Xinghui: Be good, don’t get hysterical yet.

 

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Fattened chapter. Ah, I didn’t write enough. There might be more later, but don’t wait for it, my dears. Get some sleep early.