After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 64

It wasn’t an illusion.

The storm had truly vanished.

The purplish-red power had ceased its continuous invasion and was now dissipating.

Perhaps the storm hadn’t anticipated that Xinghui not only found all his intrusion points but also reversed the situation. Instead of using the divine barriers to resist and protect, he used them as a net to block the incomplete storm’s power.

“How is this possible—?”

Feng Yu’s voice came through the communicator, somewhat distorted.

Indeed, how could this be possible?

The abyssal power had been scattered by the storm, and it was unimaginable that a divine being born from the abyss could resist the storm.

This clearly exceeded Feng Yu’s understanding.

The merfolk’s eyes darkened as he quickly cut off the communication.

But the final cold laugh he left behind made one uneasy.

Despite his plan failing completely, he still seemed to have some hidden card.

At this moment, Xinghui had been brought back to the ground by Yuanyuan.

The little god’s head buzzed as he landed, and he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

The feeling of solid ground was so reassuring.

To be honest, he preferred to curl up in a corner; he wasn’t very fond of flying.

“Lord God!”

As soon as Xinghui landed, the demon tribe surrounded him.

Just a moment ago, when the storm was attacking Xinghui, these demons were frantic.

Now, with their wings still unfurled, Xinghui glanced around and saw them looking like agitated, fluffed-up sparrows, each drooping their wings.

At this moment, the demons no longer praised his every move as majestic; instead, they looked at him with pitiful eyes.

“I’m fine, really.”

Xinghui resisted the pain in his head. He still felt a bit lightheaded, as if floating in the air.

“When the storm appeared, I discovered I could see the storm’s erupting cracks, so I had about a 70-80% certainty about what needed to be done.”

During his slow recovery of mental power due to his blindness, he had developed some unique functions in his eyes that happened to come in handy against the abyss.

There was still a heat wave surging through his body. Xinghui’s body temperature had been low, but now he clearly felt it rising.

Despite this discomfort, Xinghui stubbornly and resolutely maintained his divine dignity, trying to keep his posture straight—when are we going back? I’m about to collapse.

Yuanyuan hadn’t spoken, his gaze fixed on Xinghui as he scanned him up and down.

He looked calm on the surface, but his wings were still drooping and slightly ruffled, making him seem far from calm.

There were many things he couldn’t say at this moment.

Yuanyuan glanced at Yuanyuan and Mo Jiuze beside him, then looked up at the scattered stars barely blocking the remaining storm’s power.

The abyss was still attempting to probe, emitting starlight to touch the tips of Xinghui’s hair.

But the next moment, the little god seemed to sense something and tilted his head slightly.

The starlight fell short, and the abyss’s faint crying grew louder.

Given her situation, she was somewhat confused, unable to understand what was happening.

Why had her child disappeared?

She had worked very hard to soothe her child and had spent a lot of time on this child who was closer to her power.

But now that child was gone, and her eldest son had also avoided her.

Her starlight only fell upon the god fragments quietly floating around Xinghui.

She was confused and at a loss, for the first time not knowing how to react, appearing stunned.

As for the abyss, Xinghui didn’t know what to say to her.

Overall, the abyss’s thought process was different from that of normal people. She usually relied on power to judge someone.

This method allowed her to clearly identify anyone. In the entire galaxy, no one could deceive the abyss’s eyes. But this same method also allowed Yuejian to exploit the god fragments to seize power and disguise himself flawlessly.

The abyss wouldn’t doubt her judgment. Her emotions were always intense and direct. It was likely that, while the god fragments in Yuejian’s body were constantly crying out in pain, the abyss was trying her best to comfort the continuously crying fragments.

Xinghui recalled the appearance of the god fragments when they manifested in Yuejian.

He wasn’t sure of their identity, but he felt a sense of familiarity.

Considering the overly lively god fragments that suddenly appeared, Xinghui feared his bad premonitions had come true.

As for the abyss, to Yuejian, or in her concern for the voice of the god fragments, she might be a good mother. But for him, she was no longer needed.

“Each has their own responsibility. I will protect my followers, and you still have the power to protect others. Let’s continue as before.”

He wouldn’t get involved with the alliance matters and didn’t want to think about them.

Xinghui was urgently wanting to return to the demon tribe’s spaceship and retreat to his small room.

The abyss was completely stunned, with starlight gently surrounding the god fragments.

“Gather the people; we’re going back.”

The god did not intend to linger here.

Xinghui felt the heat intensifying. He couldn’t help but lower his eyes and squint them, then looked up, spotting the Great Witch Clan and Witch Chu, whose disheveled hair was blown by the wind. She was staring at him with a dazed expression.

Even though he was feeling so uncomfortable, seeing her shocked expression, Xinghui managed a slight smile.

His intuition was accurate. He wondered what Witch Chu felt seeing him, whom she had been constantly muttering about.

In that moment of raising his eyes.

Yuanyuan had already walked up to Xinghui.

“It was Feng Yu’s doing. The merfolk have a memory inheritance. They began experimenting with the abyssal gods in past occurrences, planning an evolution. We’ve just pinpointed their spaceship’s location, but their signal has been cut off. We’re not sure where they are now—”

Xinghui found the constant buzzing in his ear from this person extremely annoying.

As for the merfolk’s movements and directions, they weren’t completely clueless. They had to endure the discomfort of cooperating with them.

It made it seem like his followers were technically incompetent.

Moreover, he was a deity, not a ninja.

Some people who had already been flipped under the negotiation table were still trying to climb back up.

He looked up and decisively said, “Have your people move aside. I’m taking the false god away.”

Although Xinghui now roughly knew Yuejian’s background and understood that the merfolk were involved, he still didn’t know many details about his own birth or why he had been born without power despite his origin, including what had happened during his time in the abyss’s embrace.

Since Yuejian wasn’t a deity born from the abyssal power, he might know some details.

Yuanyuan’s platinum eyes narrowed.

Actually, Xinghui’s cold attitude was nothing new to Yuanyuan. He was already mentally prepared, but he felt that their common enemies were the cosmic storm and the merfolk. Feng Yu’s intentions were still unclear, but it was evident that the storm’s incomplete power meant that their plot using the storm hadn’t been completely defeated.

In the current situation, cooperation between the alliance and the wasteland star system was the most effective approach.

Yuanyuan lowered his head.

“I apologize for my previous offenses and attitude. I believe you will see our sincerity in the future. From a broader perspective, it’s just a wasteland star system—”

Xinghui’s headache had turned into a throbbing pain in his temples. His body temperature was still rising slowly. Even though he tried to maintain his divine dignity, he was having difficulty controlling his temper while watching his followers orderly evacuate.

“Yuanyuan, that’s your big picture. My big picture only involves the storm and genetic disease. I don’t represent the alliance’s constraints; I only represent myself.”

Xinghui’s lips curled coldly.

“Don’t even think about anything else. My faith is built on mutual trust.”

Yuanyuan’s face grew paler, his wings still bearing the wounds inflicted by Xinghui’s energy, not fully healed, showing a stark contrast with the shallow golden feathers.

Just like his current words, they had never trusted each other even for a moment in the past five years.

After Xinghui finished speaking, he followed the demons who were clearing the way and moved forward.

He finally couldn’t help but press his hand against his temple.

Yuanyuan, sensitive to Xinghui’s discomfort, moved behind him, trying to support him.

But as soon as Xinghui felt him approach, he moved forward to avoid him.

The Great Witch Clan was also being led by nearby demons to bring their spaceship over.

The vast divine plaza had now turned into a temporary port.

The demon tribe’s and the Great Witch Clan’s spaceships came flying in, one after the other.

In fact, much of the surrounding area had collapsed under the storm’s power. Among the ruins, the demon tribe’s brightly decorated spaceship, which had originally looked imposing, appeared particularly out of place.

Xinghui quickly boarded the landing craft that flew out from the spaceship, preparing to return to the main ship.

The crying of the abyss grew louder.

She watched her eldest son, whom she hadn’t paid much attention to, leave.

She tried to extend her power to intercept, even just to touch the tips of Xinghui’s hair.

But she quickly withdrew her hand.

Though the abyss wasn’t good at thinking, she understood exchange well. She hadn’t given Xinghui much favor, and with her child leaving, she had no position to stop him, just like when Xinghui, like a fledgling bird, flew away from the brilliant star without looking back.

The spaceship quickly left before many of the alliance’s citizens had reacted.

With no more children born from her power, the abyss helplessly used her weakened strength to resist the remnants of the storm, looking at her scattered form.

Inside her body were two nearly completed star crowns.

They were meant to be placed on her child’s head, but now, due to the storm’s power, both crowns had shattered and scattered, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t piece them back together.

The alliance’s citizens only began to feel the abyss’s crying power and her anger towards the storm.

*

Meanwhile, the Great Witch Clan had already planned to leave the upper star system and head towards the wasteland star system. After leaving the range of the brilliant star, their spaceship split from the demon tribe’s, intending to return to their own star system to resolve the remaining issues.

Xinghui remained silent, heading straight to his room once aboard the spaceship.

Yuanyuan followed closely.

When Xinghui opened the door and tried to close it again while avoiding Yuanyuan, he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Are you feeling unwell? Can you not suddenly do things like this next time?”

Although he found it hard to believe he was saying this, the fact was—Xinghui had scared him.

Especially when the storm enveloped Xinghui.

His heartbeat was completely out of control, and he didn’t want to experience that again.

After saying this, he saw Xinghui look up and glance at him.

That glance finally made Yuanyuan realize something was wrong.

The pale-skinned, black-haired little god’s face was flushed, eyes misty, eyebrows furrowed, and lips tightly pressed together. The small tuft of hair on his head swayed.

Gone was the previous calm and composure, replaced with a bad temper.

Xinghui, dizzy from the heat waves after contact with the storm, found the tall demon tribe member particularly annoying.

Without thinking, although his tone was still indifferent, the ending sounded a bit powerless, making it seem somewhat soft.

“Go away, it’s too hot.”

When his body temperature was low, it was fine having this guy standing next to him.

But now—it was really a bit annoying.

**Author’s Note:**

Yuanyuan: I’m so mad, I need to explain things to my wife! — Wah, wah, wah, my wife is avoiding me. Why, why? I just said one sentence. What did I do to make my wife angry?

Xinghui, who just wants to keep his distance: Let’s maintain some space.

*

I was a bit busy with work today and had an extra update in the daytime, so this is it for now. I’ll try to be more productive tomorrow.

Oh, and the update earlier was done in a hurry, so whatever excitement came to mind was written down quickly. I did a small edit in the afternoon, but it doesn’t affect the plot.