After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 87

This feeling was quite peculiar.

His power appeared right before his eyes, crystallizing into a radiant, translucent form beneath his eyelids.

Xinghui could sense the crystals around him and even subtly detect the faint emotions generated by his mental power after it left his body.

These emotions were very simple and direct, reflecting Xinghui’s inner feelings.

Especially when Xinghui saw his mental power crystal gently sway and then slowly and softly approach Chuyue’s divine crystal in his arms.

It brushed against Chuyue softly.

After drawing Chuyue’s attention, it flew in circles and landed by Xinghui’s side.

Chuyue didn’t really understand what Xinghui was doing.

Though he had failed to manifest into a physical form, he understood the relationship between divine mental crystals and divine consciousness.

In the past, deities carried their consciousness and mental power in their bodies. Since he had failed to manifest, he remained in the mental crystal, and spending so much time there had made him adept at merging consciousness with mental power.

Clearly, Xinghui’s mental power crystal was new, and he wasn’t quite in control yet, so its behavior represented Xinghui’s most direct thoughts.

Although he didn’t understand what Xinghui was doing, Chuyue knew that his brother, who was always so capable and composed, must have a deeper meaning behind his actions!

Xinghui, bewildered, stared at his mental power crystal, while Chuyue eagerly watched him, ready to help solve the storm.

Before them, the pale golden and translucent white lights flickered, while the storm’s furious and disbelieving roars continued to echo.

The translucent white crystal first hid behind Xinghui, then suddenly appeared from his left side.

Surprise!

It seemed to tease the golden crystal, like playing with a child.

Chuyue, held in Xinghui’s arms, stared blankly for a moment at this scene. The crystal representing Xinghui’s mental power seemed uncertain, peeking out to see if it had made Chuyue smile.

In the storm’s space.

Xinghui had just finished a fierce battle with the storm, evenly matched. Chuyue had expended a lot of energy to reach Xinghui’s arms and was ready to join him in delivering a fatal blow to the storm.

At this critical moment, Xinghui’s instinctive thought was—was he trying to cheer Chuyue up?

Xinghui: …

At a time like this, playing with his younger brother like a child—

Awkwardly curling his toes.

But this was his mental power crystal, not himself. It was fine, it was fine, just relax.

Xinghui, you need to relax.

Your divine authority is still intact!

With his black hair and fair profile, Xinghui’s sharp eyes widened in surprise at his mental power crystal’s actions, displaying a mix of dazedness and confusion. His hat had long been knocked off, his hair gently swaying, and his fair ears hidden beneath soft, black hair. In the power struggle, his hair fluttered like it was brushed by the wind, revealing slightly pink-tinted ear tips. The complete exposure of his thoughts left him speechless.

The mental power crystal seemed to sense something and quickly retreated behind Xinghui, cautiously peeking from his shoulder to observe Chuyue’s reaction.

—Did it mess up?

The mental power crystal fell into confusion again, quickly hiding the small protrusion from sight.

Xinghui’s mental power was hidden, but he himself could not hide.

Xinghui looked down and met Chuyue’s gaze.

He wanted to explain, but it seemed unnecessary.

As a divine being, Chuyue knew more than other races and couldn’t be easily deceived.

In the end, the small divine being’s face showed no particular expression, but his hair drooped slightly in disappointment.

Chuyue: …

Not quite like the dignified and reliable brother he imagined.

Why, why is he so cute?!

So cute that Chuyue couldn’t take his eyes off him, becoming even more fond of him. His earlier scolding voice softened and became more obedient.

“Brother! Brother! Brother! I found you first! I’ve been waiting for you, I like you so much!”

The difference in their original powers led to different emotional expressions. The golden-haired divine being was more like the abyss, feeling a strong urge to express everything loudly when he liked someone.

Since this was his first time speaking with Xinghui, he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

And he liked him so much—he couldn’t bear to leave.

Chuyue stared at Xinghui’s mental power crystal, his emotions fluctuating unconsciously.

His brother’s attempt to cheer him up earlier seemed to have noticed his subtle emotions and instinctively made him happy.

Chuyue had long hoped to meet Xinghui and, upon meeting him, had started silently counting down the time until their separation.

After all, he had failed to manifest from the beginning and was not a true divine being—

His power would eventually disappear, and he would also vanish.

He had originally planned to last for another five years.

He would accompany his brother as a divine crystal and, after his power was exhausted in five years, he would reluctantly let the demon race’s bastard help protect his brother.

But now, everything had been interrupted.

The storm’s actions disrupted everything.

Xinghui’s power could not fully counter the storm at this moment.

His brother would eliminate the storm for the sake of responsibility.

But after countering all the storm’s power, Xinghui would disappear.

Disappear along with the storm.

When the divine fragments returned, Chuyue had already seen the scenes of the divine fragments interacting with Xinghui and other people.

His brother was happy.

Xinghui was emotionally delicate. After experiencing everything, he retained more humanity compared to them. Although they also had humanity, their original source was cold power, and ultimately, their emotions were obsessive and abnormal, with divinity dominating their thoughts.

So, it didn’t matter to him; it was just a bit earlier. But he wanted his brother to remain happy.

The time until separation rapidly decreased after he entered the storm space with Xinghui.

But he was still detected—

Unwilling.

Finally meeting, he wanted to stay longer and didn’t want to let some bad guy succeed so quickly.

Reluctant—

But Chuyue said nothing, and even kept his smile unchanged.

The power, which had always been straightforward and expressive, now made an effort to hide its unhappiness and sadness.

“So, Brother should like me the most!”

He wanted to be remembered as the younger brother who had only met him a few times.

He couldn’t just like that black-feathered bird person.

Xinghui had already sensed Chuyue’s emotions.

He raised his hand and gently touched the crystal in his arms.

The mental power crystal that had been hiding behind him also flew out, landing next to the pale golden crystal.

At this moment, the storm grew even more agitated.

“Brother, I’ll help you. This time, we can truly resolve the storm.”

Before Xinghui could speak, his mental power crystal flickered.

Chuyue seemed to sense something as well.

He also began to flicker.

“Brother, don’t worry. From the appearance of the storm and the birth of the abyss, we have always been waiting for you. You are different, not just because your origin power counters the storm, but because you are you.”

Through confusion and helplessness, enduring indifference and still maintaining resilience, never losing hope and courage.

Whether it is the power source accumulated from the beauty of the world or the divine power from the abyss, in essence, it is just power. Without its own will, it could not become what it is now.

There have been deities born from the mix of the world’s beauty and abyssal divine power.

He resolved the storm’s residual pollution quickly, earning immense trust from the upper and lower star systems. His name and legend were recorded in history.

But whether it was him or other deities with abyssal power origins, they were just deities. Only Xinghui, as a deity, remained truly himself.

“So, we can end all this.”

The secret little panic in his heart was plainly seen and comforted by his younger brother.

Xinghui was still a bit unaccustomed but affectionately tapped the golden fragment with his fingertip.

He softly said, “So reliable… but it’s okay, I’m not without confidence.”

Perhaps it was a habit to feel nervous about major events; after all, who wouldn’t be nervous in such situations?

It should be possible to return.

That way, no one would end up crying.

At the same time, Xinghui released his hand, and both his and Chuyue’s crystals instantly brightened.

They merged with the storm’s power in an instant.

Xinghui barely maintained his form as the storm was engulfed by his and Chuyue’s powers. The once pitch-black space was now filled with golden and translucent white light, entangling the storm’s power and stirring the black and red storm power into a swirling change.

The clash of powers felt like a hurricane blowing continuously.

The storm roared and struggled.

At this moment, it finally showed signs of fear, attempting to tear open the space to escape to another dimension.

But the entire space was sealed by Xinghui’s mental power, and the opponent’s origin was being consumed rapidly.

Meanwhile, Xinghui’s head throbbed painfully.

He knew this was because his mental power crystal was synchronously dissipating as the storm’s origin disappeared.

The world before him seemed hazy and dizzy.

Chuyue, who was already much smaller than Xinghui’s mental power crystal, was now shrinking even more, almost as small as the divine fragment Xinghui first found.

His figure could no longer be maintained within the crystal.

Just as the pale golden crystal was about to wear out completely, Chuyue, who had been silent and endured the pain, finally couldn’t hold back. The last of his shadow appeared before Xinghui.

Xinghui, dizzy from the mental power depletion, saw the golden-haired youth who was now at his shoulder height and perceived several blurred golden shadows.

“Brother—”

He looked at Xinghui carefully.

“If I say that I have to leave right after we meet, would you be angry?”

Xinghui didn’t respond.

“I hope not. After all, our meeting has been so brief—”

Chuyue’s figure was ethereal.

Everything had proceeded too smoothly, as if Xinghui hadn’t noticed the storm’s toll on him.

Chuyue still couldn’t resist wanting to look at Xinghui a little longer.

But he could see how much Xinghui was suffering, and he was certain that Xinghui might not have noticed the storm’s toll because his own mental power had also been severely depleted, making it hard for him to focus on anything else.

Finally, Xinghui struggled to squint, concentrating a bit of his awareness, and gently touched Chuyue’s head.

His voice was faint and pained.

“Don’t cry.”

Two words made Chuyue’s emotional defenses collapse in an instant.

“I’m not crying.”

Just a moment ago, the golden-haired deity, who had been smiling and said he wasn’t crying at all, suddenly had tears welling up in his eyes.

“It’s not like I wasn’t born, or that I’m leaving after just a few encounters due to an accident—how could I, a deity of the abyss, cry?”

Chuyue was like a stubborn little lion, pressing his lips tightly together, tears streaming down his face.

“Brother, you need to be careful not to let that black-feathered bird person take advantage. Make sure he gets a bit of a hard time. In the end, he will need to be with you, so you should be serious about the punishment, or he might think of it as a reward—”

Like, if Brother were to step on Yuanyuan’s head or something.

“And Brother, don’t be sad. We abyssal deities exist for storms, and now that the storm is gone, it’s normal for me to leave. We’re just a combination of powers, so we won’t really feel sad. So you don’t need to be sad either—”

Xinghui didn’t look up, keeping his eyes slightly closed, showing no strong reaction, his tone calm and indifferent.

“Is that the truth?”

Chuyue: …

Chuyue pouted in frustration.

“Actually, I still want Brother to be a little sad.”

He raised his hand and made a gesture.

“Alright, I take back what I just said,” Xinghui finally lifted his eyes. His beautiful black eyes sparkled like they were studded with stars, and even his stray hair swayed gently. He had already thought it through; he wasn’t anxious. Xinghui raised his hand, “A good little kid can cry with Brother.”

And could also be hugged by Brother.

Chuyue was slightly stunned.

In the distance, the mental power crystal had worn down to a translucent white orb.

It was as if repeating some kind of history, or some sort of fate.

The orb, which had resisted and struggled in the storm, finally swirled with the storm’s power and silently enveloped the small golden orb that was almost out of light.

It was like at the beginning of his birth, unhesitatingly protecting his brother.

In the shortest time, and even while fighting the storm, he had managed to learn the resonance and control of the crystal that Chuyue had adapted to over five years. This was something impossible in the eyes of the golden-haired deity, so he hadn’t mentioned it at the beginning, not wanting Xinghui to be upset about it after he left.

“Now that there are no more hugs or regrets, we’ll have to wait until after a good sleep.”

Xinghui managed a smile.

Pale, weak, soft, and gentle.

They would have to wait until both of them had a good sleep, though it was uncertain when that would be.

During the wait, it was unknown if the black-feathered bird person Chuyue spoke of would end up crying.

The little deity sighed: It’s really hard to make everyone stop crying.

The golden-haired deity finally reacted. In the next moment, overwhelmed by drowsiness, he threw himself into Xinghui’s arms.

Unable to hold back, he burst into tears.

No need to hide his feelings anymore.

It was the usual direct and passionate nature of the abyssal deities.

“I don’t want to leave, Brother…”

“I’m actually very sad… Why am I not a bit different? I want to know what kind of world you see, Brother. I want to be born successfully, not just hidden in power fragments—”

“Besides being a deity, I wish I could be Chuyue… I don’t want to leave. I really want to—meet Brother properly.”

Not just in this awkward state.

The response was the gentle whisper of the brother who had protected him from the very beginning, scattering the remaining power to guard him even as his fragments were dispersed across the star systems.

“Hmm, that’s fine.”

Author’s note:

Yuanyuan: Why am I still on the road??? And what about that black-feathered bird person???

Chuyue: Hehe, Brother likes me the most!

Xinghui: It’s so hard to comfort everyone, but what can I do? I’m a deity!

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Good morning, everyone~

It seems there was a bit too much delay in this part of the plot, so it took a bit longer to sort out. See you all later~