After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 86

But soon, the storm calmed down.

 

The confrontation with Xinghui further confirmed that this move was not a mistake.

 

If Xinghui were left unchecked, the next time might see a stronger Xinghui tearing through the space and taking action against it.

 

But now, what troubled the storm more was the appearance of the golden divine being, who was rushing toward Xinghui with a frenzied force.

 

Compared to Xinghui, he seemed like a small madman.

 

He couldn’t be considered a true divine being, merely a fragment of divine power that hadn’t completely lost consciousness, always broken and incomplete.

 

His power was far inferior to Xinghui’s and couldn’t counter the storm.

 

Yet, he was determined to weaken the storm’s power and reach his brother, even if it meant his fragments would fall off piece by piece.

 

In the pitch-black storm, the golden divine being’s power moved like a sluggish lightning bolt.

 

Even at the cost of his own exhaustion, he bit into the storm’s flesh.

 

His reckless behavior did disrupt the delicate balance between Xinghui and the storm, but at the same time, the shallow golden crystal was shrinking and depleting as it rushed toward Xinghui.

 

The storm, which had previously disregarded Xinghui, was now thrown off balance by the golden divine being’s heavy strike.

 

The storm was thoroughly panicked.

 

It felt like finding two small fish while casually fishing, only to realize they were about to explode when caught.

 

The suppressed power in the storm’s space was somewhat dispersed.

 

Xinghui’s mental power surged out; though the surroundings were still pitch-black, it was no longer as oppressive as before.

 

He began to shine faintly, his aura more luminous and radiant than the shallow golden light.

 

Like the starlight in the night sky.

 

Not only was he not suppressed, but he also seemed to have found a way to counter the storm.

 

The storm had traversed the stars for thousands of years, but it had never felt this way before.

 

It was as if Xinghui had been created specifically to counter it.

 

Angered, the storm fell into a disadvantage, shifting from direct confrontation to evasive attacks, attempting to deplete Xinghui’s mental power.

 

After all, in terms of total power, Xinghui was still weaker than the storm.

 

The storm’s anger was redirected from Xinghui to the golden divine being that was racing madly toward him.

 

The golden divine being also heard the storm’s furious, echoing voice.

 

In the crystal, which had shrunk by more than half, the youth coldly laughed, continuing his actions without pause.

 

Why?

 

Was he sick? Was he insane?

 

But the storm wouldn’t understand.

 

The golden divine being, with memories from the beginning of his existence to the present, was a true Abyssal deity born from the Abyss.

 

These divine beings existed to counter the storm’s corruption. Whether Abyssal or divine, they were arrogant and direct, not really caring about the beings of the starry realm.

 

Those who couldn’t be controlled and lacked faith were exiled.

 

The demon race was the most dangerous factor.

 

Rebellious, unpredictable, and high in combat power but lacking in devoutness, they always created troublesome problems.

 

Such races were unstable factors for both the Abyss and the divine beings.

 

Excluding such unstable factors was almost a convention.

 

If the demon race could survive, it was their ability, but if not, they wouldn’t be concerned.

 

The current alliance was the optimal solution for the Abyssal deities to combat the storm.

 

So, regarding the brother who did not entirely share the same source of power.

 

Other divine beings in the lineage appeared alone, except for him, who had a twin brother with powers not entirely of the same source.

 

The golden divine being was initially skeptical and resistant.

 

Only when Xinghui’s power gradually grew stronger, and that power, though gentle, approached him with curiosity, did he start to lose his resistance.

 

Xinghui was different.

 

The storm didn’t know, but he did.

 

The storm was a collective of all malevolent forces, while Xinghui represented the gradual accumulation of goodness amid suffering, naturally countering the storm.

 

All powers have their counterpowers. Since the storm’s rampage began, the Abyss and divine births, and each generation weaker than the last, had been waiting for Xinghui.

 

His innate strength and the many experiences he needed to undergo meant he could truly end the storm.

 

So, when the storm’s power dragged and tore him apart, pain was not the primary concern.

 

He was relieved that his brother’s birth was smooth, despite the storm’s mischief, it would end.

 

But clearly—Xinghui didn’t need to care about him.

 

Just like if someone were hurt in front of him, he might ignore them.

 

But at the beginning of his birth, the larger, white glowing sphere had enveloped the shallow golden sphere, and both were silently disintegrated and crushed by the storm.

 

The more fragile golden sphere retained a fragment of consciousness under the full protection.

 

To avoid further irreparable damage, the white glowing sphere protected some of his scattered divine fragments, which later searched for traces of Xinghui in the starry realm and eventually returned to him.

 

Then, as Xinghui completely lost consciousness and power, some of the fragments protected by Xinghui were seized by counterfeit forces due to spatial disturbances, while other fragments were collected by the merfolk and taken to the laboratory.

 

Everything happened too quickly.

 

But he still remembered, when he was being crushed and suffocated, his brother was also in pain but unhesitatingly protected him. Xinghui didn’t have to lose power and consciousness and be bullied by the counterfeit. With his strength at that time, he could have safeguarded himself.

 

He could have ignored him.

 

So…

 

So—

 

He also wanted to be a different kind of deity from the past ones.

 

Part of his brother’s original power was the goodness accumulated over thousands of years in this world, and he wanted to protect it.

 

Xinghui felt his power slowly strengthening, forming a translucent white crystal.

 

It was similar to the crystal of the golden divine being he had seen before.

 

This crystal seemed to be his solidified mental power, or what others referred to as divine fragments.

 

Xinghui could clearly feel his power countering the storm’s power.

 

He could even end this storm.

 

But it would come at a cost.

 

Xinghui’s heart began to race wildly.

 

To completely neutralize the storm, his mental power might be entirely depleted, and his strength exhausted. He would then fall into a dormant state or, like past deities, dissipate after his mental power was exhausted. It was uncertain.

 

But he could end the storm.

 

Xinghui floated in the air.

 

Naturally, he was somewhat anxious.

 

But he always knew what he had to do, and step by step, even with some mistakes, he would persist.

 

Of course, if it were before his time with the demon race, he might have already attempted it without hesitation.

 

Fulfill his duty.

 

But now.

 

Thinking about that tall demon who clung to him, wishing to follow him twenty-four hours a day.

 

He said he liked him.

 

If he completely left, would he cry?

 

Xinghui found himself actually hesitating.

 

Yuejian seemed casual but was incredibly stubborn.

 

Xinghui felt reluctant to leave him alone.

 

Plus, the affectionate gestures weren’t forced. Though he felt somewhat coerced, it was also comforting.

 

After being pulled in, Xinghui hadn’t seen Yuejian and didn’t know his current state.

 

And the small fragments.

 

He didn’t know if they were waiting obediently outside for him.

 

His younger brother looked really well-behaved, soft, and it felt like he could make him cry just by teasing him.

 

And having been in the laboratory for so long, subjected to many experiments, he suddenly vanished. If he couldn’t return, would that cause him to cry as well?

 

Before Xinghui could finish his thoughts, the darkness finally receded.

 

A pale golden light appeared.

 

Like a small shooting star, it plunged into Xinghui’s embrace.

 

It had shrunk to a size that Xinghui could easily hold with both hands, reducing to a quarter of its original size, from a massive half-human-tall crystal, with all aspects halved.

 

Amid the storm’s power.

 

With Xinghui’s continually strengthening power, he finally heard his brother’s voice.

 

“Brother—I’m faster than that guy! I found you first!”

 

The golden-haired youth’s apparition now reached slightly below the shoulders, with soft, golden hair curling around his pretty jawline.

 

Xinghui held the divine fragment, stunned for a few seconds. His usually calm, sharp eyes widened slowly.

 

“How did you get in here?! Didn’t I tell you to wait outside?”

 

And now, there was a competition?

 

Don’t tell him that Yuejian also followed him in.

 

This was even worse; if he couldn’t return.

 

It might not be a problem that a single cry could solve.

 

Yuejian might go mad.

 

“I’m a divine being too; I want to solve the problem with you.”

 

The golden-haired divine being, who looked soft and obedient, was actually an irritable youth.

 

The divine crystal continued to flicker, guiding Xinghui’s internal power.

 

“Don’t worry, brother. If one person can’t solve the problem, I’ll help you.”

 

Not only protected by his brother, but he also wanted to protect his brother well.

 

“I forgot to tell you, brother, my name is Chuyue.”

 

Xinghui and Chuyue, the end and the beginning of a year, seemingly separate yet closely interconnected.

 

Meanwhile, Xinghui’s mental power, guided by Chuyue’s power, began to shine. The mental power crystal Xinghui had seen earlier appeared beside him.

 

Author’s note:

 

Chuyue: Finally, I can speak and have a name! And I found my brother first!

 

Yuejian: Damn it, so there’s an advantage? From now on, I’ll keep my wife on my belt, taking her everywhere! [Angry]

 

Xinghui: …

 

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Good morning, everyone.

 

We’ll continue tonight.