After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 81

Isn’t this a bit too weak?

 

Moreover, these are probably divine fragments?

 

Each fragment actually harbors a faint power that Xinghui feels unfamiliar with but somewhat familiar at the same time.

 

This was likely something the merfolk did at the last moment when the gods were dissipating.

 

And the power of the storm—likely a result of experiments conducted by the merfolk.

 

Gods themselves are not inherently cold or sharp-edged.

 

In fact, from many small details, one can detect Xinghui’s emotions, with some quietly thinking to themselves that he’s a bit cute.

 

But when faced with the power of the storm, Xinghui is definitely the most cold and hard-edged.

 

Before the storm’s power could even make contact, Xinghui’s mental power surged forth.

 

In an instant, it shattered the storm’s power.

 

The opposing forces suppressed each other. The storm’s power, which initially appeared weak, was shredded the moment it encountered Xinghui’s mental power and began to dissipate.

 

However, perhaps this wisp of storm power was not meant for an attack, because instead of dispersing when shredded by Xinghui’s mental power, it unraveled like a thread and transformed into a net that enveloped Xinghui once more.

 

As Xinghui used his mental power, the surrounding divine fragments began to flicker, with each fragment emitting light of varying brightness, and even their gazes differed.

 

This flickering created a rather uncomfortable experience for Xinghui.

 

Moreover, with each flicker, those powers gradually dissipated, and the cries of pain from the divine fragments, which Xinghui previously couldn’t perceive, became increasingly clear as his mental power grew stronger.

 

Countless gods were crying out in pain.

 

Some were the multiple voices of one individual, while others were the voices of many crying out together.

 

The merfolk had indeed put a lot of preparation into this experiment, planning it over several generations of gods.

 

Moreover, according to their theory, if it weren’t for Xinghui, if it had been any other god, the merfolk would have already achieved their goal during the god’s celebration.

 

Xinghui couldn’t help but furrow his brow, gradually becoming irritated by the noise. His mental power repeatedly lashed out, shredding the encroaching storm power into smaller and smaller pieces.

 

“Are these all divine fragments?”

 

Yuanyuan, standing right next to Xinghui, could also sense the fluctuating mental power around them.

 

He stood close, his hand tightly encircling Xinghui’s waist, then lowered his head, his lips brushing against Xinghui’s ear, speaking softly, drowning out some of the irritating noise in Xinghui’s ears.

 

“Are you feeling unwell?”

 

Though the demons felt their power being somewhat suppressed by the storm, it wasn’t as severe as what the god was experiencing. They couldn’t see the purple-red storm power that irritated Xinghui, nor could they hear the cries emanating from the divine fragments.

 

But Yuanyuan’s grip was tight.

 

As if someone might snatch Xinghui away.

 

Xinghui came back to his senses.

 

Looking at the thin threads of storm power in the air.

 

Besides the cries of the gods, he could also hear the storm’s voice echoing intermittently in his ears.

 

But the sound was too faint for Xinghui to make out exactly what it was.

 

“I think Feng Yu just wants to annoy me to death.”

 

Xinghui raised a hand to rub his temples, clicking his tongue lightly.

 

“This place was built from the divine fragments they gathered after their research.”

 

As Xinghui spoke, his eyes scanned the surrounding walls.

 

“Moreover, all the divine fragment powers are depleted and worn out, and they belong to gods from very ancient times. Even those gods who were cold and emotionless, like the Abyss, wouldn’t have fared well under this kind of torment, feeling their power slowly drain away.”

 

Yuanyuan glanced around, then replaced Xinghui’s hand, gently pressing his temples.

 

The little god didn’t resist his touch.

 

He seemed to be affected by a sense of low spirits and weariness.

 

“It makes me feel agitated and uncomfortable.”

 

This is probably akin to ordinary people’s empathy.

 

If a normal person saw the suffering of their peers, they couldn’t possibly feel happy. They would be influenced by others’ emotions, perhaps even moved to tears by others’ lives and experiences.

 

And since Xinghui’s power is somewhat similar to theirs, it’s having a significant impact on him.

 

Seeing Xinghui show this kind of emotion, Yuanyuan’s brow furrowed in frustration.

 

“But I’m okay now.”

 

Xinghui glanced at the hand gripping his waist and sighed softly.

 

“If their plan had gone through and I’d been isolated, that would have been troublesome.”

 

Unable to succeed with physical attacks, they shifted to mental pollution.

 

No matter how steadfast a person is, even a god, there are times when they feel uncomfortable.

 

Xinghui would have collected himself and continued moving forward, even without Yuanyuan’s interruption, but now he wasn’t keen on wasting too much time on this.

 

Those ridiculous ideas about coexisting with the storm, or even evolving with it—Xinghui just wanted to crush them.

 

They’re living in a dream.

 

If someone stronger and more domineering than you can control you, even if they can’t now, they will in the future. So why would they bother to coexist with you?

 

Because of the storm’s benevolence and morality?

 

Please, don’t joke.

 

Xinghui has the dignity and duty of a god; the storm has nothing.

 

“But it should be fine now.”

 

Xinghui quickly added.

 

“Give me a moment. I can find the exit, and since the other side is using mental power as well, I should be able to pinpoint their location.”

 

The other side’s use of divine power to disorient, trap, and delay him, and the storm power slowly closing in—it did have some effect, but at the same time, it also posed a danger to them.

 

They were too brazen, and that’s something that could lead to their downfall.

 

As Xinghui tried to push those voices out of his mind, he also noticed the movement of his own divine fragment. The sounds had caused it to become despondent, curling up quietly in one spot, seemingly sulking.

 

It was clearly marked all over—”I’m sulking, QAQ.”

 

Xinghui wanted to comfort it, but time was tight, and he was eager to finish dealing with the merfolk’s affairs. So, he quickly patted the sulking little fragment before his mental power swiftly scanned the surrounding walls.

 

This space was created by mixing divine fragment power with Feng Yu’s mental power.

 

The opponent clearly knew how to make full use of their mental power, adding an aggressive edge to it.

 

However, some of these divine fragments were very ancient.

 

Their power was quite weak, and to maintain the stability of this space, Feng Yu must have expended a considerable amount of effort.

 

But likewise, once the weak point is found, breaking the stability of this space would be easy.

 

Fortunately, as a god, Xinghui had previously clashed with Feng Yu’s mental power.

 

He acted quickly.

 

After ignoring the voices and thoroughly surveying the space, Xinghui found the weak point.

 

He felt a slight sense of relief.

 

“It’s here—”

 

But before Xinghui could finish his sentence, the thin threads of storm power that had been nearly torn apart by his mental power, now almost motionless, drifted through the air like pollution storms on ordinary planets, rushing towards him.

 

When they encountered Xinghui’s mental power resistance, they even stopped attacking, seemingly intent on merging with his mental power.

 

Xinghui’s expression changed slightly.

 

This storm power was different—it had been mingling with the divine fragments in the vicinity.

 

Moreover, it had been coexisting with them for an unknown amount of time.

 

It didn’t dissipate after clashing like the previous storm power Xinghui had encountered.

 

Before Xinghui could speak, his vision blurred.

 

He could still sense what was happening outside; Yuanyuan’s hand was still firmly around his waist, never letting go.

 

But he could also feel that time outside was flowing slowly, while his consciousness seemed to have been briefly pulled into another hidden part of this space by the storm’s power. What he saw now was different from what he had seen before.

 

The divine fragments were glowing more intensely.

 

The cries of pain were also louder.

 

At the same time, the storm’s voice finally became clear in Xinghui’s ears.

 

“Even gods will perish; this is the fate and the price.”

 

The storm’s voice was somewhat similar to the Abyss’s.

 

But it was colder, more sinister.

 

Xinghui had heard it once before when he faced the storm directly, so he wasn’t particularly surprised now.

 

Seeing that Xinghui had no intention of responding, the storm’s words became somewhat incoherent.

 

“It’s possible, not this way—”

 

“Dissipating is painful, but it’s possible to always remain strong.”

 

The storm’s voice was like a chorus of multiple voices.

 

“You have faith. Cooperate, cooperate—”

 

The storm even tried to stir up bad memories in Xinghui using Yuejian.

 

The storm’s thinking was also quite simple.

 

It was formed out of greed.

 

It wanted everything that others had, and even what others didn’t have.

 

Xinghui, too, was composed of power.

 

But throughout the ages, gods had lived well in the starry skies, worshiped and loved by countless beings, fulfilling their duties and enjoying the benefits brought by faith.

 

Only with Xinghui did things go awry.

 

The storm couldn’t believe that after all Xinghui had been through, he hadn’t wavered in the slightest.

 

And Xinghui was destined to stand at the pinnacle—it could send him back there now.

 

At this moment, the storm seemed very accommodating.

 

Perhaps it had mingled with divine power for too long, as it now had a desire for negotiation and cooperation.

 

It kept making concessions, promising that it could destroy the races Xinghui disliked, leaving only those he favored, or even bring back the races Xinghui liked from other dimensions.

 

The surrounding divine fragments also lit up.

 

The storm’s voice grew louder.

 

“Cooperate—cooperate—”

 

They could be the first storm and god to cooperate.

 

The storm was bowing its head.

 

It also argued that this was a way to ‘eliminate’ the storm.

 

Xinghui remained silent, showing no reaction since the surrounding noise had begun.

 

He just pursed his lips, seemingly observing something, and after a moment, the black-haired god smirked and let out a soft laugh.

 

“You knew from the start that cooperation was impossible; this was all just to distract me—to buy time, right?”

 

The storm’s voice suddenly stopped.

 

When Xinghui glanced down at his feet, the previously calm voice of cooperation abruptly turned sharp and manic.

 

“Did I guess right?”

 

Meanwhile, in the merfolk’s laboratory, Feng Yu, who was fully focused on dealing with Xinghui, suddenly felt a pang of unease.

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Yuanyuan, your wife has been pulled away.

 

Yuanyuan: ? My wife should be in my arms, and indeed he is. [Holds tighter and looks again]